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In the summer vacation of 1997, I was fixed with a job．I worked as a(n)　　1　　 at Mr．Breen’s fruit shop．The fruit shop did 　　2　　 business．Most of the trade came from the housewives who lived in the neighborhood, 　　3　　 he also had regular customers who arrived outside the shop in cars．Mr．Breen 　　4　　 them all by name and they sometimes even had their order already made up, always 　　5　　 me to carry it out to their car．They were clearly long-standing customers, and I 　　6　　 they must have stayed faithful to him 　　7　　 he had promised to sell good quality 　　8　　．He had a way with them－I had to 　　9　　 that．He called every woman “madam” for a start, 　　10　　 those who clearly were not, but when he 　　11　　 it, it did not sound like flattery(奉承)．It just sounded 　　12　　 in an old-fashioned way．He was a great chatter 　　13　　．If he did not know them, he would greet them with a few 　　14　　 about the weather, 　　15　　 he did, he would ask about their families or make 　　16　　, always cutting his cloth 　　17　　 his customers．Whatever their bills came to, he 　　18　　 gave them back the few odd pence(零钱)，and I am sure they thought he was very generous．But I thought he was the opposite．He never 　　19　　 anything away．He was always looking for 　　20　　 for nothing．

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完型填空

　　I started to love running at a young age．I loved to 　　1　　 my father and my sister around the backyard．I couldn’t 　　2　　 to get older so that I could run in the Olympics and win lots of 　　3　　

　　One day my mother saw a(n)　　4　　 for a race in a newspaper．“Would you be 　　5　　 in entering this race?” she asked me, pointing to the advertisement．

　　“Yes, of course!” I answered．

　　I spent the next few days practicing for my big race．My sister 　　6　　 a table in the backyard so she could supply me with water and 　　7　　 me．

　　Just before the race began, my dad 　　8　　 in my ear．“Don’t use up all your energy at the beginning of the race．You need to have energy 　　9　　 you can speed up at the end．”

　　Following Dad’s 　　10　　, I didn’t run as fast as I could．Then the other runners started passing me, which made me 　　11　　．I began to feel tired, and started slowing down and 　　12　　 harder．

　　“Coming on, Kelly!You can do it!Keep running．”

　　Out of the corner of my 　　13　　 I saw Dad running beside me around the outside of the track．

　　“I can’t do it!” I 　　14　　 to say．

　　“You can!Don’t give up!Keep running!” he called back．

　　I took a deep breath and tried to 　　15　　 forward．Dad continued running beside me, shouting encouraging words．

　　I came fifth, but I felt like a(n)　　16　　．I’d done my best, and I hadn’t 　　17　　．

　　I felt thankful that my dad had 　　18　　 left my side．He always 　　19　　 me when I feel like giving up．He runs alongside me 　　20　　 my life．

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