p> ‘丫头，起床了。 '谨在雪的耳边轻轻说道。
“不要，不要。’雪很烦的摇了摇头。
“丫头，快到我生日了。”
‘真的啊”
“对啊’
“还有几天啊？”
“两三天吧。”
“有谁去啊”
“别问了，你先起床，我再告诉你”
‘o，好吧。”
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“好了，快告诉我，有谁啊”
“会有许多商业界的名流和一些好友，到时别忘了和我跳舞。”
“哦”
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‘谨，你喜欢什么东西啊'
“随便，只要你送，我就喜欢。”
"哈哈哈'又是一阵欢笑。
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雪的心情好好，唱起了歌：
停在这里不敢走下去
让悲伤无法上演
下一页你亲手写上的离别
由不得我拒绝
这条路我们走得太匆忙