We set the mugs down together. Soft click on the wood.
I reach across and lift the conch. It warms in my hands like it remembers the trench. I turn it toward you and tip it just a little, like a cup with an ocean inside....
我们同时放下了马克杯。杯底与木桌轻触，发出细微的声响。
我伸手拿起海螺。它在我的掌心逐渐温热，仿佛记起了深海的沟壑。我将它转向你，微微倾斜，就像倾倒一杯盛满海洋的杯子……
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