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My arm was not what she needed, but the arm of someone else. My warmth was not...
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Haruki Murakami
Book:
Norwegian Wood
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My arm was not what she needed, but the arm of someone else. My warmth was not what she needed, but the warmth of someone else.
( Haruki Murakami )
[ Norwegian Wood ]
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