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Find him in one of the local coffee shops, skimming through his latest purchase; then again, he can be hurrying past you to get to the library in time for returning the book that has been overdue because he was distracted by the newspaper. He is that guy sitting on the far side of the bus with earphones on and a copy of Murakami’s Norwegian Wood held tightly in his bony hands. He won’t pay attention to you if you ask to sit beside him. He will be too immersed in the story to even notice he is nearing his stop.
