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141 " She looked at the faces of the off-shifting workers, gray and featureless as paper handkerchiefs. "
― Ian McDonald , Out on Blue Six
142 " She could not go back. To the Transients’ Hostel. To Kilimanjaro West, her home. To Armitage-Weir and her warm, friendly office. Home. She sat, crushed by a sense of looming inevitability ponderous as a falling moon. "