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几秒钟过去了。当我透过磨砂玻璃半圆形的窗格看着她时,汉娜的头发在门廊的灯光中发出琥珀色的光芒。下一秒,前门会咔哒一声关上,把她从我的生命里隔绝。我想让自己站起来去追她阻止她离去,但是运动是属于下一秒的东西,而下一秒将不会到来。时间,就像对我的情况所预期的,戏剧性地变慢了,在这种状态下,我对这个世界的观察有着难以忍受的细节:从我们的电视晚餐托盘上掉下来的“肉末”正撒开一潭油落在未支付的医院账单的蓝色纸张上。乱
A few seconds have passed. As I looked at her through the semicircular pane of frosted glass, Hannah’s hair glowed amber in the porch light. The next second, the front door clicks shut and isolates her from my life. I want to get myself up and chase her to stop her from leaving, but the exercise belongs to the next second, and the next second will not come. Time, as I expected, drastically slowed down, and in this state of observation I had unbearable details of the world: “minced meat” falling from our TV dinner tray "Is throwing a pool of oil fell on unpaid hospital bills on the blue paper. Chaos