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作者：Moriaty（来自豆瓣）
来源：https://www.douban.com/note/787326735/
When I lie awake at night on my thin mattress, as I so often do, until the moon sinks behind the horizon or out of sight of my narrow window, until the witching-hour chill creeps along the floor of my cell like a living thing, I swim through memories.
当我一如往常那样躺在窄窄的草垫上辗转反侧，直到月亮沉入地平线以下，自狭窄的窗户逃出我的视野；直到某刻突如其来的寒意，如活物一般紧贴着地板潜行而来，我都在沉浸在深深的回忆中。
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