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It Doesn't Matter How Good The Enemy's Weapons Are. If He Can't See You, He Can't Hit You. Cover, Cover, Cover. Make Sure You're Never Exposed.

Mimi Was Massaging Salander's Back And Neck. She Had Been Kneading Intently For 20 Minutes While Salander Mainly Enjoyed Herself And Uttered An Occasional Groan Of Pleasure. A Massage From Mimi Was A Fantastic Experience, And She Felt Like A Kitten Who Just Wanted To Purr And Wave Its Paws Around.

No Matter How Hard She Tried To Concentrate On Something Else, To Pass The Time And To Distract Her From The Situation She Was In, The Fear Came Trickling Out. It Hovered Like A Cloud Of Gas Around Her, Threatening To Penetrate Her Pores And Poison Her.

Don’t Ever Fight With Lisbeth Salander. Her Attitude Towards The Rest Of The World Is That If Someone Threatens Her With A Gun, She’ll Get A Bigger Gun.

Crime Stories Are, As You Know, One Of The Most Popular Forms Of Entertainment That Exist. If You Then Try To Have Something To Say... That I Have, Of Course.