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她一页页读下去。那些故事像水一样,灌溉解渴,不分国家。
“i’ love
i've fally done it, i've fallen love
i’h the sll of fresh-cut grassi’h okie dough
i’h the aaurant
i’h the feelg i?get when i?listen to a really, really good song
i’ions
i’h y life
i apleted not half of a whole one whole person love with life, seekg another whole person love with life”
“i always cry when i chop onions
y o and i left y dad when i was 8
when i asked y dad how uch he loved , he would always say as uch as all the onions the world, past, present and future
i always cry when i chop onions”
接下来一页纸上画满了各种奇怪的小人头,男女、长短发都有,都是同样的笑脸,把一页 a4 纸挤得只剩中间一块小小的白色。
那块白色上歪歪扭扭写着
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