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乔迪翘着二郎腿坐在父亲的书桌前,一边呷着冰茶,一边凝望着海滩。“快点!”她恳求着旁边的传真机。一声尖锐的铃声响起来。乔迪叹了口气。那是电话,不是传真机。
Jodi tilted her legs to her father's desk, staring at the beach while sipping iced tea. “Hurry up!” She begged for the fax machine next to her. A sharp bell rings. Jordi sighed. That's a phone call, not a fax machine.