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But still, Ayumi said, it seems to me that this world has a serious shortage of both logic and kindness. You may be right, Aomame said, But it's too late to trade it in for another one.
Haruki Murakami
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Haruki Murakami
Age: 75
Born: 1949
Born: January 12
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Murakami Haruki
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