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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune周围响起几声失望的叹息和零星的欢呼。陈伟的两枚蓝色筹码被庄家优雅地拨走，消失在桌沿的凹槽里。损失：两百元。相当于他上周在便利店买咖啡和沙拉的总额。一种奇异的感觉涌上心头——不是懊悔，而是一种近乎于……解脱的刺痛。他刚刚完成了一项纯粹非理性的消费，购买了一次心跳加速的体验。资产负债表上出现了一笔无法解释的坏账。而这感觉，该死地，有点让人上瘾。Around him, a few sighs of disappointment and scattered cheers arose. Chen Wei's two blue chips were elegantly swept away by the croupier's rake, disappearing into the groove along the table's edge. Loss: two hundred yuan. That was roughly what he'd spent on coffee and salads at the convenience store last week. A peculiar sensation surged through him—not regret, but an almost... piercing sense of relief. He had just completed a purely irrational act of consumption, purchasing an experience that quickened his pulse. An inexplicable bad debt now appeared on his balance sheet. And this feeling, damn it, was somewhat addictive.
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