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| 第 2 页：中文翻译 |
I promptly went into the bedroom and started packing. An antique turquoise necklace that my boyfriend's mother had given me was gone. I searched everywhere, including in the car, to no avail. I went back into the living room to see that a face powder brush I had been using earlier had been moved to the other end of the table. Okay, I said to myself, I've had enough. I went back into the bedroom where my boyfriend slept soundly, and saw that my turquoise necklace was spread out on the pillow I had slept on. We left shortly after, and went to the office to turn in our keys. I asked the woman behind the desk if she knew the cottage was haunted. She laughed and said that she had heard that a couple that stayed there once liked to dress up like Bonnie and Clyde and drive a Roadster up and down the California Coast. The ghosts apparently didn't like the thought of gangsters staying in their cottage, so they made the cottage fill with a horrible smell, like something dead and rotting.
