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別有用心美少女2023-03-07If u observe a man closely and properly u’ll eventually come to know the shade of his soul. No soul is brilliant white, save for the souls of infants. But there are men alive who will do evil without pause, who are without mercy, and there are men alive who would rather die than harm another, and all of the rest of us fall somewhere in between.
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別有用心美少女2023-03-07What’s in the past can’t be changed and what’s to come can’t be known and you can’t give your life to worrying. Sure you can’t. All you have to do is be kind and you’ll have lived a good life.
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闻夕felicity2022-10-24他要如何告诉外公，他希望找到一个对男人的评价标准与众不同的地方？不要与财力、运动能力或所居住的城镇街区挂钩。还是说，这是放之四海而皆准的标杆？他希望抹掉去，地址，仅仅只是一个爱尔兰人，不是来自这座小镇，或别墅区，或排屋公寓尽头门柱坏了的那幢屋子。他希望用一个浪漫故事来解释父亲的缺席，说他在某个地方销声匿迹，可能在执行特殊任务，最后一次被目击时正在穿越阿富汗的一个隘口，或沙漠，或泛滥的河流。
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闻夕felicity2022-10-24每天夜里，大家用完晚餐后，外公就坐到壁炉旁咂吧嘴，屋里迎来了一段静谧的时光。火焰噼啪作响，时钟滴滴答答，妈妈富有节奏地捶打着面团。暮色四合，月光越发皎洁。兰佩的眼皮变得沉重，他在沙发上摊开手脚，有时会眯上一觉。一边开车，兰佩就一边想着家里，想着外公和母亲，想着延伸至远方的未来岁月，那么单调乏味，一片混沌。他会永远陷于这样的生活吗？驾驶小巴车，坐镇活动室，更换床单被套，与行将就木的老人说话？他不禁想要以某种方式让灵魂出窍，让这一个他并不了解的安静的、满心悔恨的陌生人替换自己，占据这具肉身。他本应该留在校园，虽然他选了本不该选的课程—土木工程，并放弃了读英文或新闻的想法，因为所有男同学都选了这个课程，或者其他类似的。但无论重读多少次，他从来没有学明白过。至于真正想要做的事，他从未对任何人提及。如果他取得了学位，有一份体面的工作，每周赚大把的钞票，又或者每个月一工作越体面，领薪的频率越低一克洛伊也不会离他而去。但他搞不定数学。交上去的作业总是以低分和满篇飘红回到他的手中。与他形影不离的库奇·瑞安试着帮他补习，但他看得越多懂得居然越少。他简直不敢相信为了理顺一个知识点，居然要付出那么大的努力。但接着又出现了另一个知识点有待他去理解，有待学习的知识排起了长龙，绵延至世界尽头。
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苏夫佳2018-07-30If an elementary particle has no interior structure or any outer shell, then what is it but nothingness, and so we are made from nothing, and so is the universe, and all of this —— he casts his hand at the ceiling, at her, back at himself —— is nothing. A dream, maybe. But we are not the dreaming, we’re the dreamed.
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苏夫佳2018-07-29How could he tell his grandfather that he wanted to find a place where the measure of a man was different? Not linked to money or to sport or a road in a town. Or was it the same everywhere? He wanted to have no past, no address, to just be from Ireland. Not his town, or the Villas, or the house at the end of the terrace with the broken gatepost. He wanted to tell a romantic story to explain his father, to say that he was missing somewhere, in action maybe, last seen crossing an Afghan pass or a desert or a flooding river.