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第二天早上起来的时候，是被耀眼的阳光照醒的，我这才发现自己原来趴在桌子上睡着了，眼前的残羹冷炙提醒着我昨天发生的一切。
                                                                                                                                                                我深呼吸一口气，看了一眼墙上的表。才早上五点钟，姜妈想必还没有起，我默默地收拾着桌子上的东西，一盘子一盘子的扔掉，心里那点对于某些事情的期待终于化成灰，再也不敢奢望。
                                                                                                                                                                这才是生活不是么？
                                                                                                                                                                这才是沈铎不是么？
                                                                                                                                                                这才是我面对的，爱着的人，不是么？
                                                                                                                                                                我不敢说他为了我没有丝毫的改变，可他仍旧是沈铎，是北京城里上流人士皆知的公子，他有显赫的家世，有傲人的容貌。
                                                                                                                                                                爱是什么呢？
                                                                                                                                                                爱就是在你累的时候会让你笑起来的东西。
                                                                                                                                                                爱就是我对沈铎说他的一件衬衫很好看，他就会整天穿着它。
                                                                                                                                                                爱就是我们明明彼此了解，却仍旧不离不弃。
                                                                                                                                                                
                                          

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