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　　Steve, a twelve-year-old boy with alcoholic parents, was failing．Surprisingly, he could read, yet, 　　1　　 his reading skills, Steve had been failing since first grade．Steve was a big boy, yet, he went unnoticed…　　2　　 Miss White．

　　Miss White was a smiling, beautiful, young lady．For the first time in his 　　3　　 life, Steve couldn’t take his eyes off his teacher; yet, 　　4　　 he failed．In the middle of the first term, the entire seventh grade was 　　5　　 for basic skills．Steve hurried through his tests, and 　　6　　 to dream of other things, as the day passed slowly．One day, Miss White’s 　　7　　 voice broke into his daydreams．“Steve!” Startled(吓了一跳), he 　　8　　 to look at her．“Pay attention!” She began to 　　9　　 the test results．“You all did pretty well,” she told the class, “　　10　　 one boy, and it breaks my 　　11　　 to tell you this, but…” She hesitated, pinning Steve to his seat with a sharp 　　12　　．“…The smartest boy in the seventh grade is failing my class!”

　After that, Steve still 　　13　　 do his homework．“Just try it,” Miss White said one day．“Steve! Please! I care about you!” Wow! Suddenly, Steve got it! Someone cared about him? Someone, so beautiful and perfect, cared about him! Steve went home from school, 　　14　　, that afternoon．

　　The following Monday he arrived at school on time, and waited for Miss White to enter the classroom．She walked in, all sparkle and smiles! Immediately, she gave a 　　15　　 on the weekend homework．Steve was the first to 　　16　　 his paper．With a look of 　　17　　, Miss White took his paper．Steve walked back to his desk, his heart beating strongly within his chest．

　　Miss White’s face was in total 　　18　　! Suddenly, her face broke into a bright smile．The smartest boy in the seventh grade had just 　　19　　 his first test! From that moment 　　20　　 was the same for Steve．

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　　I noticed a small boy, ragged but clean, hungrily looking at a basket of freshly picked green peas when I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes．

　　I paid for my potatoes and went to see the fresh green peas．I couldn't help overhearing the 　　1　　 between Mr．Miller, the store owner, and the 　　2　　 looking boy．

　　“Hello, Barry, how are you today?”

　　“Fine, thank you, Mr．Miller．I'm just 　　3　　 the peas．They look good．”

　　“Anything I can help you with?”

　　“No, Sir．I'm just admiring these peas．”

　　“Would you like to take some home?”

　　“No, sir．I've got 　　4　　 to pay for them with．”

　　“Well, what have you to 　　5　　 me for some of those peas?”

　　“All I get is my marble(弹子)here．”

　　“I 　　6　　 see that．Hmm, the only thing is that this one is blue and I like red．Do you have a red one at home?”

　　“Not 　　7　　 but almost．” Take this sack of peas home with you and let me look at that red marble 　　8　　 you come back．”

　　Mrs．Miller who had been standing nearby, came over to help me and told me, “There are 　　9　　 other boys like Barry in our community, and all three are very 　　10　　．My husband just loves to trade them for peas ,apples, tomatoes, or 　　11　　．When they come back with their 　　12　　 marbles, he decides he doesn't like red 　　13　　 and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one．”

　　Several years later, Mr．Miller died．At the 　　14　　 I saw three young men with very professional looking．Each young man placed his own 　　15　　 hand over the cold pale hand in the coffin(棺材), 　　16　　 their eyes．

　　“Those three young men were the boys．They just told me how they 　　17　　 the things Jim 'traded' them．Now, at last, they came to pay their 　　18　　, ”said Mrs．Miller．

　　With loving 　　19　　, Mrs．Miller lifted the lifeless fingers of her husband．Resting underneath were three shining red 　　20　　．