"Anyway, if the Cetagandans really wanted to assassinate you, they'd hardly do it here. They'd slip something subtle under your skin that wouldn't go o...
Poets speak of hope in ladies smiles, but give me a smirk any day, I say.
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Poets speak of hope in ladies smiles, but give me a smirk any day, I say.
