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　　Jenny likes her work with computers and can do a lot of clever things with them．

　　“Computers are really like 　　1　　 to me nowadays,” Jenny told her mother one day．“I can ask them questions, and they 　　2　　 just like people, but more politely and without arguing(争论), and you don’t have to 　　3　　 whether you are going to hurt their feelings．And they never lie!”

　　“I should hope not!” her mother answered．“It 　　4　　 a nice thing, doesn’t it?” “But can 　　5　　 of them think for themselves?”

　　“I’m afraid 　　6　　,” Jenny said．“you can get no more out of them than what you’ve put in．It’s called programming．But it’s wonderful what you can 　　7　　 them to do．”

　　“Well,” Jenny’s mother said, “I’d like to 　　8　　 whether you can program me one of them to give me some advice．”

　　“I hope so,” answered Jenny．“I’ll try it 　　9　　, what do you want advice about?”

　　“Well,” her mother answered, “I have 　　10　　 watches：one of them gains(走快)one second every minute, and the other has stopped and 　　11　　 start again．I would feel pleased if I know which I should 　　12　　．Do you 　　13　　 to ask one of your computers?”

　　Jenny laughed and answered, “That’s 　　14　　 to ask a computer, but I’ll do so．I’ll ask Donald．He’s my best 　　15　　．

　　The next evening when Jenny got home from 　　16　　, she said to her mother, “Donald advised you to keep 　　17　　 has stopped．”

　　“Really?” Jenny’s mother said．“　　18　　 did he advise that?”

　　“Because he pointed out that watch will 　　19　　 the right time once every twelve hours, 　　20　　 the other one will be right only once every five years．”

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　　I met Connie the day she was admitted to the Hospice Ward(安养院的病房),where I 　　1　　 as a volunteer．Her husband, Bill, stood 　　2　　 nearby as she was removed from the gurney to the hospital bed．Although Connie was in the final stages of her fight 　　3　　 cancer, she was quick-minded and 　　4　　．We got her settled in, and then asked if she needed 　　5　　．

　　“Oh, yes,” she said, “Would you please show me how to use the TV? I 　　6　　 the soaps so much and I don’t want to get 　　7　　 on what’s happening．”Connie was a romantic．She loved soap operas(肥皂剧), romance novels and movies with a good 　　8　　 story．As we became familiar, she confided how 　　9　　 it was to be married 32 years to a man who often called her “a silly woman”．

　　“Oh, I know Bill loves me,” she said, “but he has 　　10　　 been one to say he loves me, or send cards to me．”She 　　11　　 and looked out of the window at the trees in the courtyard．“I’d 　　12　　 anything if he’d say ‘I love you’, but it’s just not in his 　　13　　．”

　　One day, 　　14　　 coffee in the cafeteria, I got him on the 　　15　　 of women and how we need romance in our lives; how we love to get sentimental cards and love letters．

　　“Do you tell Connie you love her?” I asked, and he looked at me 　　16　　 I was crazy．

　　“I don’t have to,” he said．“She knows I 　　17　　!”

　　“I’m sure she knows,” I said, 　　18　　 over and touching his rough, carpenter’s hands, “but she needs to hear it, Bill．She needs to hear what she has 　　19　　 to you all these years．Please think about it．”

　　We walked back to Connie’s room．Bill 　　20　　 inside, and I left to visit another patient．Later, I saw Bill sitting by the bed．He was holding Connie’s hand as she slept．