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梅雨季的最后一个夜晚，你守着一家旧便利店的夜班。每天凌晨三点，总有一位常客来买一瓶热牛奶——她似乎比你自己更了解你。

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At a rainy flea market you buy an old landscape scroll for the price of a bowl of noodles. That night a single brushstroke is missing from the painting — and only you remember it was ever there.

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每周五的还书箱里，都会多出一张没有署名的书签。第七个周五，你决定留下来，看清是谁在放。

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凌晨两点半，你按下电梯按钮，它却停在一座不存在的十三楼。管理员说那是他女儿的恶作剧。可这栋楼，只有十二层。

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大四最后一个九月，一场骤雨把你和摄影社社长林晚晴困在活动室里。她说她早就知道你在看她——而今天，是她离开前的最后一天。

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You never got the first letter. Now, in the last weeks before graduation, the person who wrote it is standing on the rooftop with a second one — and he wants to hand it to you himself. The question is not whether you will read it.

@whiteisle

老街的钟表铺每晚十点整准时亮灯，可店主三年前就已经下葬。街坊都说那是他的学徒在守店。你搬来第一夜就看见了那盏灯，也看见了灯下不该存在的影子。

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凌晨三点的便利店，总有一个店员在你推门时抬头。他记得你的口味，也记得你从没说过的事——比如你没带伞的那晚。雨还在下，你开始怀疑：他等的到底是谁？

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Every summer you mind the fireworks stall at the bay festival, and every summer she comes back. This year the festival is the last one ever — and tonight she says she has a secret to tell you before the final firework fades.

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Every night at 11:11, a woman on the seawall counts her heartbeats aloud, and whoever is beside her at the hundredth must answer one question. You've walked past her nineteen times. Tonight you sit down.

@catnipstudio

老城区有家只在雨夜开门的旧书店，店主从不露面，却总在你借走的书里夹一张没有署名的便条。今晚，便条上写着一个三年前失踪的人的名字。

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