Lederhosen

    By MURAKAMI haruki

    translated by Alfread Birnbaum

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    Ive got to ask. quot;A pair of ss?quot;

    quot;I kno sounds strange,quot; s;because it is a strange story.quot;

    A large  tutors electric organ, but most of ime sennis, so srim and alanned. You migs fanatic. One days off, ss in a morning run before o to do laps; t ternoon its tennis, follos, but Im nowhere near her league.

    I dont mean to suggest s te trary, siring; sting emotional pressure on anyone. Only s attaco t body--craves vigorous activity, relentless as a comet.

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    Like my ;S unlucky.quot;

    quot;ell, I guess,quot; I sympathize.

    Im not in total agreement rue, luck may rule over parts of a persons life and luck may cast patc y laps or run ty kilometers--to overcome most any trouble. No,   on marrying, is . Marriage just doesnt fall , at least not entirely.

    And so sutoring electric organ, devoting every free moment to sports, falling regularly in and out of unlucky love.

    Its a rainy Sunday afternoon and s shopping.

    quot;Forgive me,quot; s;I took a rain codays tennis,   t...Am I interrupting anyt;

    Not at all, I say. I didnt feel quite in to  sitting around, cat on my lap, co tcc ty minutes of Jaicularly riveted to tube. But c anys t of our eyes.

    Its ts ro