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　　Rosa liked making up stories．She was so 　　1　　 that her classmates believed her from time to time．In fact, the whole class believed her!At first she supposed it was 　　2　　．Now, as she got up to 　　3　　 before the class, she knew that make-believe stories had some way of coming back to make you sad．

　　Rosa's parents were separated．Nine months out of the year, Rosa lived with her mother in an apartment on Anderson Street．But when summer 　　4　　, she went to her father's farm in Arizona．

　　The farm was great!Rosa rode horses and 　　5　　 with some farm work．Her father, however, was so 　　6　　 that he couldn't find time to go places with her．When she arrived each summer, her father would 　　7　　 her at the airport and take her out to eat．And the day she went back to the 　　8　　 he would always buy her a present．

　　When summer finished, Rosa 　　9　　 to her mother．At school she heard lots of stories her friends told about their family trips．Rosa wished she had a 　　10　　 to talk about．

　　Not long after 　　11　　 began, Rosa was looking through travel magazines in the school library．They talked about many exciting 　　12　　, like England and Germany．When Rosa's friends asked what she had done that summer, she made up something that was not 　　13　　．Remembering the travel magazines she had looked at, she told her classmates that she and her father had gone to 　　14　　．

　　When the class began studying England, Mr．Thomas asked Rosa to tell all the things she could 　　15　　 about her trip to England!

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　　It snowed again．My seventh Christmas was round the corner．I dreamed of getting the present from Father Christmas until my elder sister dropped the bomb．“There is no Father Christmas．”

　　I ran to my grandmother’s house, for she always told the truth．Grandmother was at home．I told 　　1　　 everything．“No Father Christmas?”she was a little 　　2　　．“Don’t belive it．Put on your coat,and let’s go．”

　　“Go?Where，Grandma?” I asked．

　　“Kerby’s Store．”

　　As we walked through its doors．Grandma handed me the dollars and said．“Take the 　　3　　 and buy something for someone who needs it．I’ll wait for you in the car．”Then she turned and walked out of the Kerby’s．

　　For a few seconds I just stood there，holding the money，wondering 　　4　　 to buy，and who to buy it for．

　　I thought of 　　5　　 I knew my family，my friends，my neighbours…I suddenly thought of Bobbie Decbar, a 1　　6　　 with bad breath and messy hair．He sat right behind me 　　7　　 Mrs．Polack’s class．

　　Bobbie 　　8　　 went to any party during the winter．His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, 　　9　　 we all knew that he didn’t have a cough,and he didn’t have a coat．I decided to buy Bobbie a red warm coat 　　10　　 he would like．

　　That evening, grandma helped　me wrap the coat in Christmas paper and ribbons, and 　　11　　 “To Bobbie．From Father Christmas”on it．Grandma told me Father Christmas never let　people know that he 　　12　　 them．Then she drove me over to Bobbie’s home ,telling that I was helping Father Christmas 　　13　　 the presents．

　　Grandma parked the car along the street．and we hid behind the trees near Bobbie’s home．Then Grandma said to me．“All right, Father Christmas get going．”

　　I took a deep breath，rushed to his front door，put the present down 　　14　　 the door，rang the doorbell and flew back to the safety of the 　　15　　 and Grandma．We waited breathlessly in the dark for the front door to open．Finally it did and there stood Bobbie．

　　That night ,I realized that Father Christmas was alive and well．and we were on his team．

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