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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune他盯着那叠筹码看了很久，喉咙发紧，手心渗出细密的汗。理智告诉他应该转身离开，可双脚却像钉在地板上一样动弹不得。他想起了上个月信用卡账单上的那个数字，想起了妻子昨晚问他“这个月房贷还了吗”时小心翼翼的语气，想起了儿子学校通知群里那条关于夏令营费用的消息。这些画面像走马灯一样在眼前闪过，每一个都带着刺。他攥紧了钱包，指节泛白，嘴唇抿成一条线。He stared at the chips for a long time, his throat tightening, his palms slick with sweat. Reason told him to turn and walk away, but his feet felt glued to the floor. He remembered the number on last month's credit card statement—his wife's hesitant tone the night before when she asked, "Did we pay the mortgage this month?"—and the message in his son's school group chat about the summer camp fees. These scenes flickered through his mind like a revolving lantern, each one sharp and painful. His grip on the wallet tightened until his knuckles turned white, his lips pressed into a thin line.
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