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他也有细节？庄主任凑过来，嘴里冒着一股刚刚生吃过死老鼠般温热、腐朽的气息，在我耳边说，“单勃的两个咪咪不光是大，弹性更没的说。她左边的咪咪上还有一颗蓝色美人痣。
                                                                                                                                                                你小子整天想，可没见过吧！知道那天小单为啥不反抗吗？我以前早就和她高兴过了！她只是不习惯有你在场而已，所以才求救的！单勃不是sb，你才是个大sb！走吧你！”我被彻底击溃了。单勃，庄主任，我^$$$^$^^%^%^&&&***&*&*^*$#@@$&*&&^^你们的奶奶！魂游一般离开单位，我不知道该往那儿去。
                                                                                                                                                                以前在那座大楼里熬时间的时候，总是对它的迂腐、沉闷、拖沓厌烦无比，恨不得辞职下海。可今天骤然被踢出去，却好像一下子被抽掉了骨头，整个身体都空了，连自行车都骑不成了，只有扶着它无力地往前走。
                                                                                                                                                                有一种烧心的饥饿感撕扯着我的胃，我的肺，我身体里每一个脏器。走过一个卖烧饼的小摊时，我停住了，要了四个烧饼，拼命的往嘴里塞，伸着脖子往下咽，噎的两眼冒泪花，一边吃一边不争气地涕泪具下。
                                                                                                                                                                可是，我还是觉得饿，觉得痛。真像《肖绅克的救赎》里说的，那个东西，刚开始你惧怕它、恨它、厌恶它，可最后，你发现自己已经离不开它。
                                                                                                                                                                吃完烧饼，我坐下稍休息了一会儿。感觉稍好了点。
                                                                                                                                                                还要去接儿子呢，别让他等急了。
                                                                                                                                                                赶到学校门口，儿子满脸油汗、污渍，气哼哼站在那儿，不耐烦地东张西望。我看到他好像有了些力气。
                                                                                                                                                                我还有儿子呢，我得加油才行！老子也是创造型人才，老子明天就去找工作。在回家的路上，儿子一句话也没问我。
                                                        

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