当她回到室内时,她抓住了一个酸奶杯,有人在我们的花园侧面旁扔了。塑料不会循环。她耸了耸肩。正确的?我们回收它,但它不能自行做任何事情,而它所能做的就是再次成为自己。这是最糟糕的转世。瘸!真是la脚!到处都是!她哭了,去洗手间把水溅到脸上。
(When she came back inside, she was gripping a yogurt cup someone had thrown near our side strip of garden. Plastic doesn't cycle. She shrugged off her coat. Right? We recycle it, but it can't do anything on its own, and all it can ever do is be itself again. It is the worst kind of reincarnation. Lame! That is so lame! And it's everywhere! she cried, going to the bathroom to splash water on her face.)