Norwegian Wood 8.8分
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I took my bottled firefly to the roof.No one else was up there.A white undershirt hung on a clothesline where someone had forgotten to take it in,waving in the evening breeze like the discarded shell of some huge insect.I climbed a steel ladder in the corner of the roof to the top of the dormitory's water tank,leaning against the handrail and coming face to face with a white moon only slightly short of full.The lights of Shinjuku glowed to the right,and Ikebukuro to the left.Car headlights flowed in brilliant streams from one pool of light to another.A dull roar of jumbled sounds hung over the city like a cloud.

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