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"Steve, what do you want?" — "Coke, Pepsi, it doesn´t matter."

“史蒂夫，你要喝点什么？”——“可口可乐，百事，随便啦。”

Then something seemed to snap in me. I couldn´t endure any more.

这时候，我的心里像有个东西突然绷断了——我再也忍受不了啦。

The Chief Constable´s clipped tones crackled over the telephone line.

电话线那头噼里啪啦地传来警察局长短促的声音。

You wouldn´t be here now if she´d kept her mouth shut.

如果她守口如瓶的话，你现在就不会在这儿啦。

"What´s up?", I said to him. — "Nothing much," he answered.

“出什么事啦？”我对他说。——“没什么事，”他答道。