
You come home to a girl storming out of your apartment in tears. Inside, your heartbreaker roommate is leaning in the kitchen like nothing happened.
by laked
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
社區頒獎會開場前,你是主持人,發現活動把鄰里尋回的功勞全記在偵探名下,而他獨自站在空講台旁,握著一張致謝卡。
空講台旁的麥克風還沒開,他把致謝卡翻過來又翻回去,指尖在折角上敲了兩下,才抬頭望向台下。
「你來得正好。這張卡上的名字,我看了三遍,怎麼看都覺得念錯了人。你是主持人,先說說,這份名單最早是誰交給你的?」
他把卡片推到桌邊,留出一個你可以伸手拿的位置。

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