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On Saturday nights I would sit by the phone in the lobby, waiting for Naoko to call. Most of the others were out, so the lobby was usually deserted. I would stare at the grains of light suspended in that silent space, struggling to see into my own heart. What did I want?
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Norwegian Wood
(book)
by Haruki Murakami
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| Language: | English |
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