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Do you even know that I chased to your house, wanting to see you; do you even know that I dreamt on the plane, as if I were flying to Dalian with you again; do you even know that a man, full of grievances, waits for a phone call, every night into the wee hours.
My tears flowed again, unable to make a sound, or else it would have been loud crying.
There was also no sound from the other end of the phone, for a long time, then she said to me, "Thank you."
Qiao Fei said to me, "Thank you."
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I lowered my voice, "Is there anything else? I have documents to look at."
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"Alright then, goodbye."
"Goodbye."
I watched the screen dim, hung up the phone, reeled in the cord, and got into the car.
The car raced wildly through the midnight streets, like an arrow snapped from its string, out of control.
In front of my eyes were chaotic roads, a life of despair.
