It was. It will never be again. Remember. — Paul Auster, The Invention of Solitude
It was. It will never be again. Remember. — Paul Auster, The Invention of Solitude
It was. It will never be again. Remember. — Paul Auster, The Invention of Solitude
It was. It will never be again. Remember. — Paul Auster, The Invention of Solitude
It was. It will never be again. Remember. — Paul Auster, The Invention of Solitude
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It was. It will never be again. Remember.

— Paul Auster, The Invention of Solitude
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