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我写的双语小说《好运的代价》The Cost of Fortune他没有走向前台兑换剩余的筹码价值（那些蓝色塑料片，就让他们留在"弃权"区吧）。他径直穿过大厅，推开那扇沉重的、包着皮革的外门，踏入了上海潮湿的、混杂着汽车尾气和都市欲望的夜风之中。He didn't head to the front desk to cash in the remaining chips — let those blue plastic pieces stay in the "Pass" area. Instead, he walked straight through the hall, pushed open the heavy, leather-clad outer door, and stepped out into Shanghai's damp night air, thick with exhaust fumes and the raw pulse of urban desire.
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