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Spending plenty of time on something can be the most sophisticated form of revenge.

Haruki Murakami

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Haruki Murakami
Age: 75
Born: 1949
Born: January 12
Athletics Competitor
Essayist
Linguist
Novelist
Prosaist
Science Fiction Writer
Translator
University Teacher
Writer
Kyōto
Murakami Haruki
Revenge
Plenty
Spending
Form
Something
Time
Sophisticated

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