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  • I wondered what on earth she saw in me that could make her want to befriend me, other than a pale reflection of herself, an echo of solitude and loss. In my ..reveries, we were always two fugitives riding on the spine of a book, eager to escape into worlds of fiction and second hand dreams

    Carlos Ruiz Zafon (2005). “The Shadow of the Wind”, p.37, Penguin