I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is — Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
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I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is a word that you may find south of the border. But never, ever west of the sun.

— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
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