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ÎÒֻϣÍûÖìÀò·±´¿ËÄÜÀëÎÒÔ¶µã|All I ever wanted was for Juli Baker to leave me alone.
¹ÊÊÂʼÓÚÒ»Ä꼶Êî¼Ù 1957ÄêµÄÏÄÌì|It all began in the summer of 1957, before the start of second grade.
ÎÒÃǵ½¼ÒÀ²|Here we are.
ÄãÃǾõµÃÕâÀïÔõôÑù? ÎÒͦϲ»¶µÄ|What do you guys think? I like this place.
ºÜÔÞÄØ Îҵķ¿¼äÊÇʲôÑÕÉ«?|It's cool. Uh, what color is my room?
±ð¼±Âï|Just you wait.
ÔÛÃǽøÇÆÇÆ ºÙ ²¼À³Ë¹|Let's see what's inside. Hey, come on, buddy Bryce.
¹ýÀ´¸øÎÒ´î°ÑÊְᶫÎ÷|Why don't, uh, you and I go help unload the van
ÈùÃÄïÃÇÕûÀí³ø·¿°É|and the womenfolk here can get in the kitchen and start setting up.
ºÃµÄ ÀÏ°Ö|Okay, Dad.
ÓÚÎÒ¶øÑÔ ÕâÒâζ×ÅÎҴӴ˲½ÈëÁË|For me, it was the beginning of what would be
³¤´ïÎåÄêµÄ²»°²ÓëÌÓ±ÜÉúÑÄ|more than half a decade of strategic avoidance and social discomfort.
àË ÎÒÊÇÖìÀò·±´¿Ë ιιι Äã¸ÉÂïÄØ?|Hi, I'm Juli Baker. Hey, hey, what are you doing?
ÒªÎÒ°ïæÂð?|Don't you want some help?
²»±ØÁË ÄÇÀïÃ涼ÊǹóÖØÎïÆ·|No. There's some valuable things in there.
ÄÇÎҾͰáÕâ¸ö°É ²»ÓÃÁË|How about this one? No, no, no.
¸Ï½ô»Ø¼Ò°É ÄãÂèÂèû׼ÔÚÕÒÄãÄØ|Run home. Your mother's probably wondering where you are.
û¹Øϵ ÎÒÂèÂèÖªµÀÎÒÔÚÄÄ ËýͬÒâÎÒ¹ýÀ´|Oh, no, my mom knows where I am. She said it's fine.
ÏÔÈ»Õâ¹ÃÄïҲ̫²»Ê¶È¤ÁË|It didn't take long to realize this girl could not take a hint.
ÔÛÃÇØíÔÚÕâ¶ùÓе㼷°É ²»Òª½ô°¡|It's crowded in here with three people. I don't mind.
ºÁÎÞ×ÔÖªÖ®Ã÷ ÎÒÃÇÒ»ÆðÍÆ°É?|Of any kind. You wanna push this one together?
²¼À³Ë¹ ÄãÂèÂ軹µÈ×ÅÄã°ïæ°É?|Bryce, isn't it time for you to go help your mother?
ÊÇ°¡ÊÇ°¡|Oh, yeah.
ÎÒÕæÊÇÄÃËýûÕÞ|I mean, nothing would stop her.
ÎÒÖÕÓÚÈÌÎÞ¿ÉÈÌ Õâʱºò¹îÒìµÄÊÂÇéÈ´·¢ÉúÁË|I was about to tell her to get lost when the weirdest thing happened.
ÎÒÕæÊÇÄÑÒÔÖÃÐÅ|I couldn't believe it.
ÎÒ¾ÓÈ»»áÇ£×ÅÄ°ÉúÅ®º¢µÄÊÖ|There I was holding hands with this strange girl.
ÎÒÕ¦¾ÍÈÇÉÏÁËÕâÖÖÂé·³? ÄãºÃѽ|How did I get into this mess? Well, hello.
¿´À´ÄãÒѾ­ÈÏʶÎÒ¶ù×ÓÁË|I see you've met my son
ÎÒ²»µÃ²»Ê¹³ö7ËêÄÐÉú½öÓеÄÆø¸Å|Finally, I did the only manly thing available when you're 7 years old.
È»¶ø »¹ÓÐÒ»´ó´®µÄÂé·³µÈ×ÅÎÒ|However, my troubles were far from over.
¾ÍÔÚÎÒ×ß½øÒ¶¶ûÉ­ÀÏʦµÄ½ÌÊÒʱ|The minute I walked into Miss Yelson's classroom
²¼À³Ë¹? ÄãÒ²ÔÚÕâ°¡|Bryce? You're here.
ºÜÏÔÈ»|it was clear:
¼´Ê¹ÔÚѧУ Ò²ÎÞ·¨ÌÓÍÑËýµÄħÕÆ|School would not be a sanctuary.
ºÙ ²¼À³Ë¹ ÄãÅ®ÅóÓÑÄØ?|Hey, Bryce, where's your girlfriend?
Í÷ÎÒÒ»ÊÀÓ¢Ãû°¡|I was branded for life.
ºÙ ²¼À³Ë¹ ÄãÕ¦²»ÏòËýÇó»éÄØ?|Hey, Bryce, why don't you ask her to marry you?
²¼À³Ë¹ºÍÖìÀòÅÀÉÏÊ÷ÉÒ|Bryce and Juli sitting in a tree
ÇäÇäÎÒÎÒÌðÈçÃÛ|K-l-S-S-l-N-G
°áÀ´ÕòÉϵĵÚÒ»Äê¼òÖ±¾ÍÊdz¡ÔÖÄÑ|My first year in town was a disaster.
ÇÆÄÇСÁ½¿Úѽ|Look at them.
½ÓÏÂÀ´µÄÈýÄêÒ²²»¾¡ÈçÈËÒâ|And the next three weren't much better.
¾ÍÕâôÞßµ½ÁËÁùÄ꼶 ÎÒ×ÜËã²»ÔÙ×øÒÔ´ý±Ð|But finally, in the sixth grade, I took action.
Ïëµ½ÁËÒ»¸ö´óºÝÕÐ|I hatched the plan.
Ñ©Àû|Sherry.
Ñ©Àû µÈÒ»ÏÂ|Sherry, wait up.
àË ²¼À³Ë¹|Hi, Bryce. Heh.
ÎÒÏòÑ©Àû·Ë¹µÀ¶û˹չ¿ª¹¥ÊÆ|I asked out Sherry Stalls.
ÎÒÏëÎÊÄãÔ¸²»Ô¸Òâ...|I was wondering if you wanted to go
Õâ¸öÕÐÊýµÄ¾øÃîÖ®´¦ÔÚÓÚ|To full appreciate the brilliance of this plan
Ñ©Àû·Ë¹µÀ¶û˹ÊÇÖìÀòµÄÑÛÖж¤|you have to understand that Juli hated Sherry Stalls
µ«ÎÒʼÖÕÏ벻ͨÆäÖеÄÔµÓÉ|though I never understood why.
Ñ©Àû³¤·¢Æ®Æ® ΪÈ˺ÍÉÆ|Sherry was nice, friendly and she had a lot of hair.
ÎÒÂè֮ǰһֱ²»ÈÃÎÒ´ò¶ú¶´ ºóÀ´ÎÒÆ´ÃüÇóËý|At first, my mother wouldn't let me get my ears pierced, but I begged
ÎÒÔ­±¾Ò»ÐÄÖ¸Íû Ö»ÒªºÍÑ©Àû³Ô³Ô·¹|The idea was that Sherry would eat with me
ɢɢ²½ ¾ÍÄÜÈÃÖìÀòÖªÄѶøÍË|maybe we'd walk around together, and hopefully Juli would lose interest.
Ëý»¹ÊDz»ÔÊÐíÎÒ16ËêÇ°´ò¶ú¶´|But I still can't get the hoops till I'm 16.
Ì«¿ÉϧÁË|Oh, that's a shame.
Ã×ÄÈÄÝÒ²Ïë´ò¶ú¶´|So Melanie wanted to get her ears pierced,
µ«ËýÀÏÂèÒ²²»ÊÇÊ¡Ó͵ĵÆ|but of course her mother said no.
Ëý¾ÍÔÚ¼Ò´ó·¢À×öª|So she threw a fit
°ÑÔ¼º²Äá·ÂíµÙ˹µÄ¾«Ñ¡¼­¸øÔÒÁË|and smashed her Johnny Mathis Greatest Hits album
½á¹û¾Í±»½û×ãÁË|and she got grounded,
Á¬ÎÒµÄ˯ÒÂÅɶԶ¼À´²»ÁË|so now she can't come to my pajama sleepover party.
ÊÂÇé½øÕ¹Ï൱˳Àû|Things were unfolding quite nicely.
ÄãµÄ¿ÆѧʵÑé´òËãÔõô×ö?|What are you doing for your science project?
Ö±µ½ÎÒËùνµÄÖ¿ÓѼÓÀûÌØ·°£¶÷µÂ|That is, until my supposed best friend, Garrett Einbinder
¿ªÊ¼´òÆðÁËÑ©ÀûµÄÖ÷Òâ|took an interest in Sherry himself.
ÎÒÏëչʾ¸÷ÖÖ»¤·¢ËØ|I was thinking of showing how split ends react
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