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I’m just kinda tired. Like a monkey in the rain.

Haruki Murakami

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Haruki Murakami
Age: 75
Born: 1949
Born: January 12
Athletics Competitor
Essayist
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Science Fiction Writer
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Kyōto
Murakami Haruki
Tired
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