杜博獨坐油麻地的舊屋裡,窗外街聲喧囂如舊,屋內卻靜得能聽見自己的呼吸。他靠在舊木椅上,臉上皺紋深得像老樹皮,眼角白髮散亂如霜,身子虛得像風一吹就散。那晚扔下手錶,轉眼十年過去,他老得像個影子,卻...
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杜博獨坐油麻地的舊屋裡,窗外街聲喧囂如舊,屋內卻靜得能聽見自己的呼吸。他靠在舊木椅上,臉上皺紋深得像老樹皮,眼角白髮散亂如霜,身子虛得像風一吹就散。那晚扔下手錶,轉眼十年過去,他老得像個影子,卻...8964 copyright protection29PENANAjOUH4tmCZI 維尼
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