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No matter what you tell me, no matter how legitimate your reasons, I can never just forget about you, I can never push the years we spent together out of my mind. I can't do it because it really happened, they are part of my life, and there is no way I can just erase them. That would be the same as erasing my own self.

Haruki Murakami

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