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After she had gone through most of the songs she knew, she sand and old one that she said she had written herself.
I'd love to cook a stew for you
But I have no pot.
I'd love to knit a scarf for you
But I have no wool.
I'd love to write a poem for you
But I have no pen.
"It's called 'I Have Nothing,'" Midori announced. It was a truly terrible song, both words and music.
--from H. Murakami's "Norwegian Wood"
(badass, yet pretty sad book too)
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You bet I look good on the dance floor.
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