But here she is, all mine, trying her best to give me all she can. How could I hurt her?
But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.
But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.
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| — | South of the Border, West of the Sun by Haruki Murakami |








