完形填空 Like most July days, it was hot．I stepped into a tiny ice-cream shop to coo

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Like most July days, it was hot．I stepped into a tiny ice-cream shop to cool off with a chocolate ice-cream．It was a very 1 store with little round tables and chairs．

As I entered, I found a very old woman bent over a 2 near the door．Her back was so 3 twisted(扭曲)by some misfortune that her face nearly 4 the tabletop．I sat down 5 her a couple of tables away．

“Poor woman,”I thought．“What does she 6 life?Why does God let people live so long past their prime(盛年)?”

As I thought, another 7 lady entered the shop and sat down with her．Soon the two of them were 8 childhood days．They talked of how little the shop had changed in 70 years．In minutes, the two of them were shaking with 9．

I looked again at the first woman, then in the 10 on a nearby wall, catching a picture of myself．I was 11 a dirty shirt．She was well dressed in white, her 12 carefully made up and her hands shining with gold rings．I was 13．She was laughing, smiling．I was putting the 14 of my life together．She had millions of 15 memories to recall．I sat alone．She was 16 the day with a good friend．17 I was worried about getting old．She was old, but it wasn’t 18 her．As I left the shop, I 19 my foolish question about God letting people live past their prime．Why, that woman was more 20, more sensitive to life than I was．Age has not bent her spirit．

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