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I tell lies sometimes. The last time I lied was a year ago. I absolutely detest lying. You could say that lying and silence are the two greatest sins of present day society. Actually, I lie a lot, and I'm always clamming up.

Haruki Murakami

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Haruki Murakami
Age: 75
Born: 1949
Born: January 12
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