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                                                             记得当时我义正词严地说：“其伟，我帮你搞贷款，一是看中你这个朋友，二来也看中你开咖啡厅肯定会赚。你要这样那咱俩就连朋友都没得做了。”
                                                                                                                                                                那小子把钱收回去，一把搂住我，鼻涕眼泪弄了我一身：“飞哥，你就是我亲哥，别的不说了，只要你说一声，我何其伟愿为你卖命。”
                                                                                                                                                                咖啡厅的领班小姐见我上午就来了，而且一个人闷声闷气要了个包房，心知有异，立马叫来了何其伟。
                                                                                                                                                                “飞哥，怎么了，这么早就来了？”
                                                                                                                                                                “怎么，不行啊。”我无精打彩地盯着他。
                                                                                                                                                                “行行行，我可巴不得你飞哥来呀。你都好久不来看看老弟了。”
                                                                                                                                                                “你忙去吧，我心里烦，想好好静静。”
                                                                                                                                                                “好的，要什么自己说，中午再陪你吃饭。”
                                                                                                                                                                我独自坐在包间，品尝着浓浓的苦咖啡，回想发生的一切。
                                                                                                                                                                奸夫淫妇的第一天，就是上年的圣诞节。
                                                                                                                                    

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