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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune他眼前闪过女友确认餐厅信息时的笑脸，闪过上司那砂纸般粗粝的声音，闪过那七套颜色相近的西装，闪过陆家嘴冰冷玻璃幕墙反射出的、没有温度的阳光。那条笔直、安全、可预测的人生直线，在另一端向他招手——只要他转身离开。Flashes raced through his mind: his girlfriend's smiling face as she confirmed the restaurant reservation, hissupervisor's sandpaper-rough voice, the seven nearly identical suits hanging in his closet, the cold, sunless light reflected off Lujiazui's glass curtain walls. That straight, safe, predictable line of a life beckoned from the other end — all he had to do was turn and walk away.
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