“Oh, don’t worry,” he thought, putting it into words, “there never had been perfection yet, and it certainly… — George R. Stewart
“Oh, don’t worry,” he thought, putting it into words, “there never had been perfection yet, and it certainly isn’t going to start now for me.”
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