"My cell phone number," she says with a wry expression. "I'm staying at my friend's place for a while but if… — Haruki Murakami
"My cell phone number," she says with a wry expression. "I'm staying at my friend's place for a while but if you ever feel like seeing somebody, give me a call. We can go out for a bite or whatever. Don't be a stranger, okay? 'Even chance meetings'... how does the rest of that go?" "'Are the results of karma.'"
"Right, right", she says. But what does that mean?
"That things in life are fated by our previous lives. That even in the smallest events there's no such thing as coincidence."
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