Each night in Paris, hundreds of men and women anonymously use telephone lines that date from the German Occupation and are no longer listed to talk to each other, to love each other. These people, shipwrecked lovers, are dying to love, to escape the abyss of solitude...依旧是那位使者来开车,槐诗在早上的时候,在堪培拉补充了一下自己马鞍包里的库存,并且挑选了一些特产,外加自己背包里已经用不上的东西一同寄回了新海。
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