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“Dan, jujur saja, hidup sendirian membuatku semakin sinting—bicara pada diri sendiri, membaca buku keras-keras di dalam kamar mandi, dan memutar film tanpa menontonnya hanya agar ruangan nggak terasa terlalu sunyi. Aku sudah sampai pada titik di mana aku bosan mendengar suara sendiri. Kalau ada stalker yang ingin bicara kepadaku, aku siap menerimanya, asal dia mengeluarkan suara yang berbeda dariku.”

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Jakarta Sebelum Pagi

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