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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune他摸了摸口袋里的钱包。牛皮革的表面被体温焐得温热，边角已经磨出了浅白色的痕迹。指尖触到拉链头的金属，冰凉的触感让他短暂地清醒了一瞬。拉开拉链，里面整整齐齐地躺着八张红色纸币，还有几张皱巴巴的零钱。总共八百块现金，原本是准备给汽车加油和下周的午餐钱。他在心里默默算了一遍：加满一箱油大概要四百出头，剩下三百多块，分五天，每天七十块钱的午饭预算——刚好够在公司楼下那家快餐店点一份套餐加一瓶饮料。He reached into his pocket and felt his wallet. The cowhide surface was warm from his body heat, its edges already faded to a pale white. His fingers brushed against the metal zipper pull — a cold touch that snapped him back to reality for a moment. He unzipped it. Inside lay eight crisp red bills, neatly arranged, along with a few crumpled notes. A total of eight hundred yuan in cash, originally meant for gas and next week’s lunches. He did the math in his head: filling up the tank would run him just over four hundred. That left around three hundred and change. Spread over five days, he had a daily lunch budget of about seventy yuan — just enough for a combo meal and a drink at the fast-food joint downstairs from his office.
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