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So you're walking up and down Telegraph, up and down, trying not to look like the new dyke in town, trying not to telegraph that you are fresh off the boat, innocent new meat just in from Indiana, come to the big city. The women certainly are pretty, in Berkeley, in the springtime. You are determined not to pull the sweatshirt out of your backpack, not to shiver in this dark green tank top with the scoop neck that shows your ample cleavage for the benefit of any cute chick who might happen to like tall redheads who probably still look like farm girls. You've been cruising Berkeley for weeks now. Days working over on Shattuck, over at the games store that seemed really surprised to have a woman actually want the job.