On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl One Beautiful April Morning
By Haruki Murakami

It's weird. “Yesterday on the street I passed the 100% girl,” I tell someone. “Yeah?” he says. “Good-looking?” “Not really.” “Your…
…or the size of her breasts.” “Strange.” “Yeah. Strange.” “So anyhow,” he says, already bored, “what did you do? Talk to her? Follow her?” “Nah. Just…
…to another, who were fully capable of sending a special-delivery letter at the post office. Indeed, they even experienced love again, sometimes…