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An empty shell. Those were the first words that sprang to mind. .... Something incredibly important - .. - had disappeared from Miu for good. Leaving behind not life, but its absence
Haruki Murakami
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Haruki Murakami
Age: 75
Born: 1949
Born: January 12
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Kyōto
Murakami Haruki
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