當(dāng)然愛Phoebe了，愛她伶牙俐齒的樣子，有時(shí)的尖酸刻薄，還有不言自喻。但最可怕的afterthought是我在圣誕節(jié)后一天清晨，失眠昏沉，在莫名其妙的cafe盯著自己點(diǎn)的莫名其妙的早餐，拿起刀叉的雙手怎么也下不去，腦海里突然閃現(xiàn)一個(gè)清晰的聲音在說...I want someone to tell me what to eat in the morning, what to like, what to hate. I want someone to tell me how to live my life, because so far I think I’ve been getting it wrong.等我意識(shí)到是Phoebe的聲音時(shí)，第一次聽這句臺(tái)詞時(shí)有多嗤之以鼻，那一刻石化的我就有多不堪。