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跟你掏心窝子啊，我对这美少年，始终就没认同感。                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                你是没见过他。产房外头、我头一次瞅见他，后脊梁狠狠一哆嗦，大白天被撞了腰、活见鬼那种。                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                我宁可撞见活跳尸。一般人眼睛之间距离是一个眼睛。他？两寸。                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                面门整个一打三十三楼直扑水泥地那种。嘴是平的，脑门平的，鼻子平的，鼻孔朝天撅，一淋雨就可能呛死。                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                眉头拧嗤着，忧心忡忡，你怎么逗，永远紧巴巴皱着，像法国朗格多克。鲁西永拳师犬。                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                那俩眼睛，一高一低，落差一厘米。最近三个月，落差迅猛增长中……                                                                                                                                                                                           

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