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发帖数: 315 | 1 J. D. Salinger
Once a Week Won't Kill You
Story XXV, November/December 1944, pages 23-27
HE had a cigarette in his mouth while he packed, and his face squinted to
avoid smoke in the eyes; so there was no way of telling by his expression
whether he was bored or apprehensive, annoyed or resigned. The young woman
sitting in the big man’s chair, looking like a guest, had her pretty face
caught in a blotch of early morning sunshine; it did her no harm. But her arms
were probably the best of her. They |
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