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He told her stories about his sad life, he told her about his daughter who was just like her, same age—twelve—, same eyelashes—darker than the dark blue of the iris, same hair, blondish or rather palomino, and so silky—if he could be allowed to stroke it, or l'effleurer des levres, like this, thats all, thank you. Poor Daisy had been crushed to death by a backing lorry on a country road—short cut home from school—

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他向她講述自己可悲的人生，說起他那個像她一樣的女兒，同樣的年紀——都是十二歲，同樣的比深藍色鳶尾花更藍的眼睫毛，同樣黃棕色或者說如帕洛米諾馬般淡褐色光滑如絲的頭發——假如能允許他撫摸一下它，或是用嘴唇輕吻一下，像這樣，這就足夠了，謝謝。可憐的黛西是在穿越泥濘的建筑工地的鄉間小路時被一輛倒車的卡車碾死的——那條路是由學校回家的捷徑——