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Ashley Smith is a single young mother with a daughter. She was moving into her house in Atlanta, Georgia early on the morning of March 12, when a man      her to her door, and put a gun to her side. “I started walking to my door, and I felt really, really     ,” she said in a TV interview last week.
The man was Brian Nichols, 33 years old. He      at an Atlanta courthouse on March 11^th. The police were      him.
Nichols tied Smith up with a rope, but set her free after she begged him not to take her     again and again. “I told him      he hurt me, my little girl wouldn’t have a mummy,” she said with tears.
“I just talked to him and tried to      believe me,” Smith said. She asked Nichols     he chose her. “He said he thought I was an angel sent from God, and      asked him to do so.”
Smith even      for the man before he allowed her to leave. Nichols was      when she made him breakfast and that the two of them watched TV, seeing      looking for him. “I cannot      that’s me on the TV!” Nichols told the woman. Then, Nichols asked Smith what he      do. She said, “I think you should turn yourself in. If you don’t, more people are going to get    . Finally, he let her go. Then she called the police.

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Four years ago my sweet mom went to be with her Lord. She did it her way.
I got the call at work, and I headed home quickly. Mom and Dad lived on a small farm that they had owned since I was seven. I hated going there every weekend. There was nothing for a young girl to do but watch the one station on the old TV set, if the weather allowed reception（接收）.
My mom, on the other hand, loved the peace and quiet of the land and loved to work in the garden among her flowers and vegetables. The place was simple, with no indoor plumbing or heat. We had a big wood stove in the kitchen that did its best to heat the little farmhouse, but it always seemed cold and too quiet to me.
In the evenings, my mom and I would sit for hours singing in the little kitchen. I sang the melody and Mom harmonized. Her favorite song was "Moon River" and we sang it over and over. Mom told me stories about how when I was a little girl, I could sing before I could talk. She loved to tell how my playpen（婴儿圈栏）sat in the kitchen next to the radio and there was one song I particularly loved called "Ivory Tower".
As time passed, I had my own children and went to visit the farm every week or two. The kids loved the farm and the tractor rides with my dad. Me, well, I still hated the silence of the farm. While my mom loved to sit at her kitchen table and look out at her garden and flowers and retell all the old stories, I missed the hustle and bustle（喧闹）of my life at home. But I sat there listening quietly as she reminisced.
Now, I sat back in the silence and the silence was deafening so I finally leaned over to turn on an old radio. Music always comforted me.
My heart skipped a beat. "Moon River" was playing on the radio. I sat there stunned, with a tear running down my cheek, as I listened to every familiar note.
Then the radio announcer of this oldie station came on. "Here's one we haven't heard in a while," and an unfamiliar song began. I began to cry harder as I heard the words sung over the airwaves. “Come down, come down from your Ivory Tower...”.
【小题1】The writer didn’t like staying in the farm for the following reasons EXCEPT that
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