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      <title>邂逅。</title>
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      <description>&lt;h2 id=&#34;第一章巧合&#34;&gt;第一章:巧合&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;杰夫把车开进了小镇中心的停车场,熄了火。天色已经完全暗了下来,只有几盏昏暗的路灯在停车场的角落闪烁。杰夫叹了口气,犹豫着要不要下车。一个月前,他和女朋友莉娜分手了,这还是他头一次一个人外出。即使只是去小镇图书馆借本书,对现在的杰夫来说也是一大挑战。&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;那是个阴雨连绵的周末,我坐在咖啡店的窗边,看着瓢泼的大雨淋湿了马路。咖啡店里弥漫着浓浓的咖啡香气,轻柔的音乐声伴着雨声,我感觉整个世界都安静下来。&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;唱针缓慢地滑过黑胶唱片的细小沟壑,发出嘶哑的声响。屋里昏暗着,只有被拉得半开的窗帘从中间漏入一线光亮,像刀刃一样斜斜地落在地板上。&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;他静静地坐在那里,任由记忆的浪潮将他拍打得七零八落。往日的点点滴滴在脑海中翻涌,把他牢牢禁锢在爱情的泥潭里,挣扎不得。他记得当初第一次邂逅她时,唱针里流淌出的旋律。那是快活的爵士乐,和煦的阳光下两个青春躯体起舞,仿佛永远不会停息。&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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