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Blomkvist Had Indeed Had Many Brief Relationships. He Knew He Was Reasonably Good-looking, But He Had Never Considered Himself Exceptionally Attractive. But He Had Often Been Told That He Had Something That Made Women Interested In Him . . .that He Radiated Self-confidence And Security At The Same Time, That He Had The Ability To Make Women Feel At Ease. Going To Bed With Him Was Not Threatening Or Complicated, But It Might Be Erotically Enjoyable. And That, According To Blomkvist, Was As It Should Be.

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Blomkvist Had Indeed Had

Steig Larsson

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Blomkvist Had Indeed Had Many Brief Relationships. He Knew He Was Reasonably Good-looking, But He Had Never Considered Himself Exceptionally Attractive. But He Had Often Been Told That He Had Something That Made Women Interested In Him . . .that He Radiated Self-confidence And Security At The Same Time, That He Had The Ability To Make Women Feel At Ease. Going To Bed With Him Was Not Threatening Or Complicated, But It Might Be Erotically Enjoyable. And That, According To Blomkvist, Was As It Should Be.

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