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‘I would write more but time is running out—If you receive this letter—No response is needed. Please remember this and find a way to go on living. If you are dead then it does not matter—it's enough that we were once together. May we recognise each other when we meet again. That shouldn't be difficult—I only exist this time round because I met you—This is all I have time for. The postman has been waiting too long’

‘She's—had—wine—face blooms red like—demon in Journey to the West. She—gets—formal—earnest—as if nothing matters in the world—You'll never know how long it took me to walk here—but I have no regrets. And then w/ all the strength in her body—she lets out a sob like a thunderclap.’

‘—September—I'm a Virgo—Why had I come back—after getting a literature degree in Beijing—Anything I did would involve living like an ant—’

‘He's quite good at football—joins the group for beer—We're both from the northeast, him Changchun and me Shenyang. After—drinks we—end up talking about our hometowns—I heard you were in a gang? he once asked. Only—robbed slot machines for them. I've been to Shenyang, he said. It's fine—no major disasters’

‘Where’s the Murakami mixtape? (I'd made her a CD of every piece of music mentioned in Murakami's books)’

‘You ever want to see me again, just place an apple under the paw of the stone lion at Beiling Park's east gate—I'll remember that, I said. He smiled at me, turned and left. I watched from the window, but didn't see him emerge. I've eaten quite a few apples in the years since. To be honest, they're my favourite fruit, and I've never wasted a single one.’

‘—my great-great-great-uncle—superb woodworker who could make anything from a coffin to a comb. When he was fifty-five his heart exploded—he died on a pile of lumber. It happened so suddenly—leaving him bleeding from every orifice—Then—discovered that his heart was full of tiny wood shavings, enough to build a foot-high pagoda.’

'Our health insurance wouldn't be accepted in America—I'd need cash—a wave of despair—'