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“就算我们不记得经历过郑重的蜕皮或孵化仪式，现在也百分百变成了成虫，变成了苍蝇。只要活着就能自然闪亮的样子已成往昔。 在澳洲的夏夜，我妈照旧吐露着诸如“有孩子的人都认为，自己人生最精彩最有意义的事，就是生了孩子”之类的个性名言，强力劝我产卵。我依然在幼虫的闪亮与成虫的生殖之间的狭窄缝隙里，持续着大体还算满意同时莫名空虚的日常生活。”

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