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The Decagon House Murders

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Yukito Ayatsuji

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“I don't trust language. I know by my own example best of all that in order to be accurate, language must always take something that doesn't belong to it. I don't know why verbal images are so thievish, why even the most valid comparison steals characteristics that are not properly its own. Only when one perception robs the other, when one object seizes the substance of another and claims it for its own and uses it - only when what cannot happen in reality becomes plausible in a sentence, only then can the sentence stand up to reality with a reality of its own, a reality subsumed into the word and valid as such.”

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“See the thing about guys is that I didn't really care to be around them. I mean, guys really made me uncomfortable. I don't know why, not exactly. I just, I don't know, I just didn't belong. I think it embarrasssed the hell out of me that I was a guy. And it really depressed me that there was the distinct possibility that I was going to grow up and be like one of the assholes.”

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“Regret is the shadow of the clock's relentless march. As hours pass and the past expands, we feel the weight of missed opportunities. The future, once full of possibilities, now recedes into uncertainty, reminding us that every moment is a chance to embrace life's potential. Life's hourglass measures our journey with remorseless precision. As the past fills with memories and stories, the future narrows, offering fewer opportunities to shape our destiny. In this delicate balance, we confront the increasing weight of unfulfilled possibilities and the growing inventory of regrets. Each tick of the clock is a reminder of our limited time on this earth. The past, a repository of memories, expands ceaselessly. Simultaneously, the future diminishes, and our once boundless possibilities seem to slip through our grasp, replaced by the weight of accumulating regrets.”

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