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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune苏打水的气泡在他舌尖碎裂。理智尖叫着让他离开。但另一个自己——那个被压抑了三十二年、从未有过发言权的自己——正死死盯着轮盘赌桌。他研究过概率。他知道轮盘是赌场里庄家优势最大的游戏之一。但此刻吸引他的并非赢钱，而是"参与"本身。是将自己的命运，哪怕只是短短几分钟，交到那颗弹跳不定的、不可预测的小球手中。The soda bubbles burst on his tongue. Reason screamed at him to leave. But another part of him—the part that had been suppressed for thirty-two years, never once given a voice—was locked onto the roulette wheel. He knew the odds. He knew roulette carried one of the worst house edges in the casino. Yet it wasn't winning that pulled him in now. It was the sheer act of participation. Of handing over his fate, if only for a few minutes, to that bouncing, unpredictable little ball.
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