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这个城市很大，大到装得下无数种人生，也大到没人会注意到谁正在学着开始。
试着和它相处，试着习惯独自面对每一天的选择，试着让生活变得熟悉一点。
偶尔会犹豫，偶尔也会期待，所有的不确定，最后都会变成某个午后短暂停留的微风。
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