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一天晚上,菲尔在斯图尔特咖啡馆独自啜饮着咖啡,他坐在靠近暖器的桌子旁边,让雪从胶靴上融化,再把鞋烤干。就在这时,他看见一个穿着体面、头发浓密、下巴泛青的男人坐在邻近的桌边,把面前的一份黑面包夹咸牛肉三明治慢慢推开,仿佛看到这三明治就让他感到恶心似的。从他两眼盯住那份未动过的三明治叹气的神情,谁都能看出他醉得不轻。他左手紧紧攥住酒菜帐单,右手在兜里摸索着往外掏一叠钞票。他极力想控制自己,
One night, Phil sipped his coffee alone at Stuart Cafe, sitting near a table near the heater, allowing the snow to melt from the rubber boots and drying the shoes. Just then, he saw a well-dressed, thick-haired man with a chin on his chin, sitting next to the table and slowly pushing a brown bread sandwich in front of him, as if seeing the sandwich Feeling disgusting From his eyes staring at the unshaven sandwich sigh of expression, no one can see that he was drunk. His left hand clutched the wine bill, his right hand groping in his pocket to dig a stack of banknotes. He tried hard to control himself,