Days, weeks, months marched by outside the window while I sat in a cheap sling chair in my little room in the apartment I Shared with a young would-be poet, smoking cigarettes and reading novels.

我当时蜇居某公寓，与一位梦想成为诗人的年轻人共居一室，临窗坐在简陋的躺椅上一边吸烟，一边看小说。不知有多少个日夜、多少个星期、多少个岁月从窗外流逝而过。

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