Librarians everywhere hate me

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But you are soon to be initiated into the secret society of Murakami lovers, which gives instant cache among the hiden intelligensia of the service industry.

Whe we were last in Chicago, in an upscale chocolate shop we noticed the sales girls had a dog-eared copy of the Wind up Bird Chronicle behind thge register. A casual remark about how delightful we found the book and we found ourselves, discussing the Murikami ouvre, all the while surrounded by exotic chocolates.

Someday, this librarian will realize the profound moment that passed between you and will momentarily blush in shame the very moment you taste a "Black Perl" truffle, dark chocoalte with black seasame seeds and a hint of wasabi.

Balance will once again be restored.