
A venue's opening set just lost one player. You coordinate the program; the bandleader waits by the empty chair, ready to hear your options.
by lucia
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
閉場後的靶場,莉莎・霍克愛拿著兩張符號相反的交接記錄紙,等身為記錄員的你先說明各自的圓圈與方框。
空蕩的靶場只剩半排燈亮著,她站在射擊線後方的記錄檯旁,兩張記錄紙在指間攤開,一張角落印著圓圈,一張印著方框。她用指節把翹起的紙角壓平,抬頭望向門口。
「你來得正好。這兩張紙上的符號長得一樣,意思卻對不上。在我下結論之前,能不能先告訴我,你那一班的圓圈和方框各代表什麼?」

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