murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood

eginning of October."
"Whew! That can't be true. We're talking six months here!" "You
heard me."
"So how did you lose so much weight?" "By growing up," I said.
Midori put her hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eye with a
twisted scowl that soon turned into a sweet smile. "It's true," she said.
"Something's kind of different. You've changed."
"I told you, I grew up. I'm an adult now."
"You're fantastic, the way your brain works," she said as though
genuinely impressed. "Let's eat. I'm starving."
We went to a little restaurant behind the literature department. I
ordered the lunch special and she did the same. "Hey, Watanabe, are
you mad at me?" "What for?"
"For not answering you, just to get even. Do you think I shouldn't
have done that? I mean, you apologized and everything."
"Yeah, but it was my fault to begin with. That's just how it goes."
"My sister says I shouldn't have done it. That it was too unforgiving,
too childish."
"Yeah, but it made you feel better, didn't it, getting even like that?"
"Uh-huh."
"OK, then, that's that."
"You are forgiving, aren't you?" Midori said. "But tell me the truth,
Watanabe, you haven't had sex for six months?"
"Not once."
"So, that time you put me to bed, you must have really wanted it bad."
"Yeah, I guess I did."
"But you didn't do it, did you?"
"Look, you're the best friend I've got now," I said. "I don't want to lose
you."
"You know, if you had tried to force yourself on me that time, I
wouldn't have been able to resist, I was so exhausted."
"But I was too big and hard," I said.
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