The Sea Lion Festival
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by MURAKAMI haruki
translated by Kiki
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t realization is almost more disturbing.
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“I guess you’re right.”
t and looks around my apartment. “Forgive me for prying, but do you live here alone?”
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“Really? taking separate vacations sounds like fun.” tly cynical laugh.
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