请阅读下列短文，从每题所给的四个选项(A、B、C和D)中，选出最佳选项。

　　The morning had been a disaster．My tooth was aching, and I'd been in an argument with a friend．Her words still hurt：“The trouble with you is that you won't put yourself in my place．Can't you see things from my point of view? ”Ishook my head stubbomly-and felt the ache in my tooth．I'd thought I could hold out till my dentist came back from holiday, but the pain was really unbearable．I started calling the dentists in the phone book, but no one coule see me immediatcly．Finally, at about lunchtime, I got lucky．

　　“If you come by right now, ”the receptionist said, “the dentist will fit you in．”

　　I look my purse and keys and rushed to my car．But suddenly I began to doubt about the dentist．What kind of dentist would be so eager to treat someone at such short notice? Why wasn't he as busy as the others?

　　In the dentist's office, I sat down and looked around．I saw nothing but the bare walls and I became even more worried．The assistant noticed my nervousness and placed her warm hand over my ice-cold one．

　　When I tole her my fears, she laughed and said, “Don't worry．The dentist is very good．”

　　“How long do I have to wait for him? ”I asked impatiently．

　　“Come on, he is coming．Just lie down and relax．And enjoy the artwork, ”the assistant said．

　　“The artwork? ”Iwas puzzled．

　　The chair went back, suddenly I smiled．There was a beautiful picture, right where I could enjoy it ：on the ceiling．How considerate the dentist was! At that moment, I began to understand what my friend meant by her words．

　　What a relief!

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阅读下面短文，从短文后各题所给的四个选项(A、B、C和D)中，选出可以填入空白处的最佳选项，并从答题卡上将该选项涂黑。

　　No one likes the “old people” smell．No one, not even the 　　1　　 people．Trust me, I know．

　　I volunteer at a hospice of Alzheimer's Care(老年痴呆患者临终医院)．My health book 　　2　　 a pretty picture of hospices, describing them as homes where family members and the sick can work together in 　　3　　 incurable illness．It shows pictures of 　　4　　 patients speaking to doctors, with, of course, loving ones around them．

　　That's 　　5　　 what a hospice is．There aren't family members, only cards sent periodically during the year．The 　　6　　 I help seldom smile because they're struggling to 　　7　　 where they are, what year it is, 　　8　　 their own names．

　　And they don't like the “old people” smell－the smell of disease, of medicine and sweat, or of the lost self-respect．They don't like it．But they 　　9　　 in it．

　　Next week is my 　　10　　．I'm moving soon and I won't have to 　　11　　 that hospice．I won't have to 　　12　　 a woman who can't even close her mouth, or 　　13　　 a man who's crying because he can't stop shaking 　　14　　 enough to tie his shoes．I won't have to run for a nurse when Evelyn falls out of her wheel-chair．

　　But I feel far from 　　15　　．After four years of volunteering, the place is the same as the day I started．All the 　　16　　 remains fresh, never to be cut through by youthful spirits．

　　Some visit．Some bring cake and puppy dogs and flowers．But only 　　17　　．When you were born, loving arms held you．Shouldn't you 　　18　　that way too? Shouldn't the elderly, who've lived their lives, raised their 　　19　　 and contributed to society be cared about? Shouldn't they end feeling loved? Why don't 　　20　　?

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