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    <body>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Spook-Country-William-Gibson/dp/0670914940%3FSubscriptionId%3D180CCZQDRSAWM30FTCG2%26tag%3Dsnowblink03%26linkCode%3Dxm2%26camp%3D2025%26creative%3D165953%26creativeASIN%3D0670914940"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41tv7H1ZW1L._SL160_.jpg" alt="Spook Country"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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    &lt;p&gt;Cities, in Milgrim's experience, had a way of revealing themselves in the faces of their inhabitants, and particularly on their way to work in the morning. There was a sort of basic fuckedness index to be read, then, in faces that hadn't yet encountered the reality of whatever they were on their way to do.&lt;/p&gt;
    
    &lt;p&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Spook-Country-William-Gibson/dp/0670914940%3FSubscriptionId%3D180CCZQDRSAWM30FTCG2%26tag%3Dsnowblink03%26linkCode%3Dxm2%26camp%3D2025%26creative%3D165953%26creativeASIN%3D0670914940"&gt;Spook Country&lt;/a&gt; by William Gibson&lt;/p&gt;
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    <body-raw>[![Spook Country][amazon1-img]][amazon1]

&gt; Cities, in Milgrim's experience, had a way of revealing themselves in the faces of their inhabitants, and particularly on their way to work in the morning. There was a sort of basic fuckedness index to be read, then, in faces that hadn't yet encountered the reality of whatever they were on their way to do.

&gt; -- [Spook Country][amazon1] by William Gibson

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    <title>Fuckedness Index</title>
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