回到巴黎。清晨的街道靜翌安詳,公交車卻已經開始上路了。打開臨街的窗戶,一股清洌洌的空氣迎麵撲來,巴黎居然在這早春時節,讓我領教比多倫多還要深沉的春寒,然而道旁的那一樹在寒風中倔強開放的櫻花,卻明明白白地廣告著春天的來臨。對麵的麵包店還沒開門,心裏想著呆會兒開了要去買饞了好久的他們家的法棍,鋪上奶酪和橄欖油,輕輕烤一烤,嗯•R[
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ImademyselfaLatte.It'sasgoodasaStarbuck's.
Ihavebecomequite"un-forgiving"whenitcomestoteaandcoffee。Idemandtheabsolutecomfort,fromthearomatotheflavor,tothecolorandthecup。IfIgetitfromacafe,ifIcan,Iwouldchoosenottoknowwhoprepareditforme.Becausethat'spartofmycomforttoo.
That'swhy,that'swhyIchoosenottoknowwhoyouare,ifIcanresist.Ienjoythecomfortofreadingyou.Ienjoythecomfortofimaginingwhoyouare,i...[
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