She and the Chevy seemed parked at the center of an odd religious instant, as if on some other frequency, or out of the eye of some whirlwind rotating too slow for her heated skin even to feel the centrifugal coolness of words were being spoken.

她和她的雪佛兰车，似乎停在了,一个宗教瞬间的中心，就像在其他的频率上，又像是离开了旋风的风眼,风转的如此之慢，以至于她灼热的皮肤,感觉不到言语带来的，离心般的寒冷。

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