Shame, I would've-- [Quark stops, staring, as he spots a very familiar cover]
...is that what I think it is? [his eyes narrow as he picks his way around the pile and over to the large book-like item sticking out of the pile, starting to reach for it.]
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...is that what I think it is? [his eyes narrow as he picks his way around the pile and over to the large book-like item sticking out of the pile, starting to reach for it.]