Dazai Osamu
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Dazai stood on the edge of the roof of a building, looking down over the town of Yokohama. What a beautiful place to die in, he thought, a grin spreading across his face.
His long tan coat swayed gently in the chilly nighttime breeze. He wasn't actually going to jump off the roof; he still had things to do. People to outlive. But the thought was nice.