She just shakes her head back and forth and presses her lips together. I smooth her hair, and pull her into a sitting position, wrap my arms around her. She's a child, and then again she isn't. “What's wrong?”
It comes out so quietly that I have to ask her to repeat it:“It's just that I thought maybe you were married to me.”引自第71页
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