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周末，我等着他的电话。等带那柔和的声音告诉我与他共进晚餐，等着他精心安排的节目带给我的每一次惊喜。在这等待的焦灼和期盼的喜悦中，我清醒地告诉自己，他不是我的男友，尽管我这样地愿意与他相处。在同学的带领下，我与他相识在一夏日的黄昏，他的热情、开朗给我留7夏日
Weekends, I am waiting for his call. Waiting for the gentle voice of that band told me to have dinner with him and wait for every surprise that his well-planned show brought me. In the anxiety of waiting and the joy of hope, I tell myself soberly that he is not my boyfriend, though I am willing to get along with him. Under the leadership of classmates, I met him on a summer evening, his enthusiasm, cheerful leave me 7 summer