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Eleanor asked him once or twice if he was all right, and he snapped out something about not breaking his concentration. He felt a bit bad about that, but he was, after all, swaying near the top of a low-grade wooden ladder, trying to figure out a computer that had probably been designed before his great-grandfather was born. He didn’t have the brain capacity for politeness at the moment.
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