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一傍晚,窗外起风了。我幽幽地在床上爬起来。隐约听见楼下有个男人低沉的声音在和“布布的奶妈”说话。寄住在自己家里的表姑,我总是这样喊她。“布布”是我养的一只纯黑色的小猫。听他的声音似曾相识。
One evening, the window windy. I faintly get up in bed. Vaguely heard the voice of a man downstairs in a low voice and “Bubu’s nurse ”. Stubborn living in their own home, I always call her like this. “Cloth cloth ” is a pure black kitten I raise. Hear his voice deja vu.