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仍然能送你兒時玩具，老地方抱著一起安睡。像多少年後翻箱倒櫃，仍然能找到兩個球，one was marked C, and the other H，而老地方睡著墓碑，the middle one grey, and half buried in the heath。小時候讀，最有代入感的人物其實是Heathcliff，長大瞭，反而對Hareton更有體會，如果不是努力地去愛人，就很難深刻地理解自己的缺陷。Hareton’s aspect was the ghost of my immortal love; of my wild endeavours to hold my right; my degradation, my pride, my happiness, and my anguish.

仍然能送你兒時玩具，老地方抱著一起安睡。像多少年後翻箱倒櫃，仍然能找到兩個球，one was marked C, and the other H，而老地方睡著墓碑，the middle one grey, and half buried in the heath。小時候讀，最有代入感的人物其實是Heathcliff，長大瞭，反而對Hareton更有體會，如果不是努力地去愛人，就很難深刻地理解自己的缺陷。Hareton’s aspect was the ghost of my immortal love; of my wild endeavours to hold my right; my degradation, my pride, my happiness, and my anguish.

仍然能送你兒時玩具，老地方抱著一起安睡。像多少年後翻箱倒櫃，仍然能找到兩個球，one was marked C, and the other H，而老地方睡著墓碑，the middle one grey, and half buried in the heath。小時候讀，最有代入感的人物其實是Heathcliff，長大瞭，反而對Hareton更有體會，如果不是努力地去愛人，就很難深刻地理解自己的缺陷。Hareton’s aspect was the ghost of my immortal love; of my wild endeavours to hold my right; my degradation, my pride, my happiness, and my anguish.

仍然能送你兒時玩具，老地方抱著一起安睡。像多少年後翻箱倒櫃，仍然能找到兩個球，one was marked C, and the other H，而老地方睡著墓碑，the middle one grey, and half buried in the heath。小時候讀，最有代入感的人物其實是Heathcliff，長大瞭，反而對Hareton更有體會，如果不是努力地去愛人，就很難深刻地理解自己的缺陷。Hareton’s aspect was the ghost of my immortal love; of my wild endeavours to hold my right; my degradation, my pride, my happiness, and my anguish.

仍然能送你兒時玩具，老地方抱著一起安睡。像多少年後翻箱倒櫃，仍然能找到兩個球，one was marked C, and the other H，而老地方睡著墓碑，the middle one grey, and half buried in the heath。小時候讀，最有代入感的人物其實是Heathcliff，長大瞭，反而對Hareton更有體會，如果不是努力地去愛人，就很難深刻地理解自己的缺陷。Hareton’s aspect was the ghost of my immortal love; of my wild endeavours to hold my right; my degradation, my pride, my happiness, and my anguish.

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