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Another 25 year old living in Brooklyn

"I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling."

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

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