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the name of the fish on it.Before I could answer him,he
continued to ask me the name of the fish on another one
plate.I was about to answer him while I noticed that the
last plate on my tray(ÍÐÅÌ) began to fall.They fell noisily
to the floor seconds late,spreading its contents on the
carpet.Everyone stared me and I stood there with a red face.     


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Dear Jack,

I¡¯m middle school student. I¡¯m writing to tell you my problem with my mother.  She is a doctor, whom works very hard. She is strict in me, but she is too busy with her work that she found little time to talk to me. I love her

and I do well in my studies, but I still feel a little of afraid of her because she loses her temper easy. I don¡¯t know how to communicate with her. Maybe that¡¯s why we have seldom sat down and exchanged our feeling and thoughts. I hope we can know more about each other and understand each other well. I do hope we¡¯ll be closer. What can I do?

Looking forward to your reply.

Best wishes!

Your sincerely,

Tom

 

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