It's true though: time moves in its own special way in the middle of the night," the bartender says, loudly striking a b — Haruki Murakami, After Dark
It's true though: time moves in its own special way in the middle of the night," the bartender says, loudly striking a b — Haruki Murakami, After Dark
It's true though: time moves in its own special way in the middle of the night," the bartender says, loudly striking a b — Haruki Murakami, After Dark
It's true though: time moves in its own special way in the middle of the night," the bartender says, loudly striking a b — Haruki Murakami, After Dark
It's true though: time moves in its own special way in the middle of the night," the bartender says, loudly striking a b — Haruki Murakami, After Dark
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It's true though: time moves in its own special way in the middle of the night," the bartender says, loudly striking a book match and lighting a cigarette. "You can't fight it.

— Haruki Murakami, After Dark
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