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　　A strange woman comes to my door one day in early March．It’s a rich area so we often have people selling things 　　1　　－dusters, make-up, frozen foods－but she doesn’t look like 　　2　　 saleswoman．She hasn’t got the patter(喋喋不休)either．She 　　3　　 smiles shyly and puts a card in my hand：“Amy Turner．Pet Portraits Undertaken．”

　　I 　　4　　 my fingernail along the cheap gold edge of the card and look at her, waiting for 　　5　　．

　　“I’ll paint any animal in the 　　6　　 of your own home,” Amy Turner says．“Wouldn’t you like a nice picture of your loved one? I’ve had 　　7　　 of dogs, cats, parrots, prize bulls…”

　　“Prize bulls!” I can’t 　　8　　 looking up and down our street．The 　　9　　 of any of my neighbours 　　10　　 bulls in their back gardens makes me smile．

　　“I don’t have any animals,” I say as we look past each other．She must be 　　11　　 some little cat or dog would come running down the hall to give the game away 　　12　　 it is the first chance I’ve had to 　　13　　 the air outside．It is one of those spring mornings when you wake up and find winter’s gone．Even the camellia in the garden 　　14　　 has flowered over-night, pink blossoms which look shocking 　　15　　 the quiet greens and greys．

　　“Why are you still in your dressing gown?” Amy says, turning her 　　16　　 back to me．“It’s nearly lunchtime．Are you ill?”

　　“I’m fine,” I 　　17　　．I’m not going to tell a stranger I’ve just been sick in the toilet upstairs and would still be 　　18　　 my fingers down my throat if the doorbell hadn’t rung．But now I’m not sure what to do next．Amy is still standing there．She doesn’t seem to think that not having a pet is a good enough 　　19　　．

　　“I’m starving,” she says and I smile politely, nodding the 　　20　　 you do before you say goodbye．

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When I was about twelve, I suddenly developed a great passion(爱好)for writing poems．I 　　1　　 all my other hobbies, such as 　　2　　 stamps, and spent all my 　　3　　 time reading poetry and writing it．This habit of 　　4　　 poetry on every possible occasion soon got me into trouble at school．If a lesson did not 　　5　　 me, I would take out my 　　6　　 and start writing poems in class．Of course I did this very 　　7　　, but it was not long before I got 　　8　　．One day while I was 　　9　　 writing a poem during a geography lesson, I looked up to find the teacher 　　10　　 me, looking very angry because I was not 　　11　　 attention．He tore the poem up, with a 　　12　　 not to waste time in his lesson．All the same I was convinced(深信)that I had written a good poem, so that evening I wrote it out again from 　　13　　．Not long after, I read about a poetry 　　14　　 and I decided to send in my 　　15　　．Weeks later, long after I had given up hope, I got a letter telling me I had won first 　　16　　．Everyone at school was very impressed－except the 　　17　　 teacher, who 　　18　　 me more carefully than ever．He was quite 　　19　　 I was not going to write poetry in his 　　20　　．

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