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那一日星期五下著雨。細細的雨彷彿融入了大氣中就像荒謬的話語融入生活中。這些，空罐子都盛了起來，迫不及待地又噴了出去 。噴得好像下雨一般。現在是不是下雨此刻的我也分不清了。

It was a raining Friday. Tiny threads of rain morphed into the air just like wish-wash made its way to people life. Empty cans gathered them all and  hastily spat them out as if they were theirs originally. Rain or spit which was which, I really had no idea.