Setting her jaw, Whitney turned left. “This is a one-way street.” He looked around helplessly. “Didn’t you see the sign?” “I know it’s a one-way street,” she muttered and pressed harder on the gas. “It’s also the quickest way across town.” “Oh, Jesus.

She was the girl, guys write song about. He was the boy, girls dreamed about. And their love story was the one, writers will write fairy tales about .

People hurt me all they want and I don't care. Hurt me once and I will remember forever.

He met the man at the college pool. Like Tsukuru, the man swam by himself early every morning. They began to have a nodding acquaintance, and eventually, they started to talk.

Written By Haruki Murakami

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