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贼又来过了。地上有团黑蚯蚓样的东西。鲁文娟俯身捡起来,是她的旧发圈,上面有根死心眼的头发。昨晚她亲手缠在门扣上的,缠了好几圈,直至弹性的极限才住了手。现在它还是被贼扯掉了。旧发圈蜷曲着,很委屈的样子。鲁文娟把它展开,扽了扽,松塌了,但没断。她还是把它扔到垃圾桶里了。桶底的那团黑,仿佛聚集了一堆苍蝇。到底是贼碰过的。昨晚是蓝色旧发圈。前晚是老红色旧发圈。都成了垃圾。报纸上说了,这个小城市日均
The thief came again. There are dark earthworm-like things on the ground. Lu Wenjuan leaned over to pick it up, is her old hair ring, there is root dead heart hair. Last night she wrapped around the door buckle, wrapped around for several laps, until the limits of flexibility lived. It is still being ripped off by the thief. Old hair curly, very wronged look. Lu Wenjuan unfolded it, stumbled, collapsed, but did not break. She still threw it in the trash. The black bottom of the barrel, as if gathered a bunch of flies. In the end is a thief touched. Last night was the old blue hair ring. Last night was old red hair ring. Have become trash. The newspaper said, this small city daily average