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But they're already singing our praises! They are Americans. They toot their horns for anything.

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Scott Westerfeld
Age: 61
Born: 1963
Born: May 5
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
Dallas
Texas
Scott David Westerfeld
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Americans
Singing
Already
Anything
Toot
Praises
Horns

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