〈爵士时代〉The Jazz Age
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It was a limpid black night, hung as in a basket from a single dul star.
Clark.
A few weeks should have passed by the time you read this.
If you followed the instructions, you'll be in Paris on one of those chairs that never sit quite level on the pavement.
I hope it's still sunny.
Across the bridge to your right you will see L 'Artisan Parfumeur. You should try the scent called Papillons Extrême.I always did think it would smell great on you.
There are a few things I wanted to say and couldn't, because you would have got all emotional and you wouldn't let me finish.
You are scored on my heart, Clark.
You were from the first day you walked in
with your sweet smile and your ridiculous clothes.
And your bad jokes and your complete inability to ever hide a single thing you felt.
Don't think of me too often.
I don't want you getting sad.
Just live well.
Just live.
I'll be walking beside you every step of the way.
Love, Will.
——Me Before You
悄咪咪告诉你，Jazz Age这个名词是我男神造出来的
