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粉红矿山羊

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A door closes. Heels against pavement. The train arrives before breakfast does. The city carries her forward— through glass, steel, borrowed reflections, from one version of herself to another. By the time she reaches the office, she is composed again. Almost. Then, somewhere between one meeting and the next, she picks up her things and leaves. Where she is going, no one seems to ask.