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　　Last year, I lost my best friend in high school．It seemed that everyone else's life could just continue on in its 　　1　　 way, but mine couldn't．I wasn't sure how I was going to be able to face 　　2　　 and their gossip at school．I was forced to 　　3　　 my routine on Monday morning as usual．In the evening I returned home from school 　　4　　 completely defeated．All I wanted to do was 　　5　　 into bed and wallow(沉迷于)in my own self-pity．I pulled back the covers on my bed and 　　6　　 a pile of cards left by my dad．Each card included a(n)　　7　　 that it was to be opened on a 　　8　　 night that week．

　　I made it through that week 　　9　　 my father．Each card 　　10　　 to say just what I needed to hear．Tuesday's card said, “The past is painful to think about and the 　　11　　 is impossible to imagine．Don't try．Just take it one minute at a time．” On Wednesday my mood 　　12　　 when I read, “What you are feeling now is 　　13　　 and normal．It still feels very bad, but it is part of the healing 　　14　　．” Friday's card contained a poem he wrote．The last lines made me smile through my tears．“Whatever special 　　15　　 you face along life's way, may you 　　16　　 that you will find the best in every day．” I was instructed to open the last card 　　17　　 the party I went to on Saturday night．In it he wisely reminded me to 　　18　　．“The world isn't so bad after a good laugh．The more you laugh, the more you heal．” Each card was signed, “Love, Dad．”

　　My world once collapsed but I 　　19　　 the difficult breakup eventually．It owed to my dad, who made his 　　20　　 known when he couldn't be present．

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　　Last year, I lost my best friend in high school．It seemed that everyone else’s life could just continue on in its 　　1　　 way, but mine couldn’t．I wasn’t sure how I was going to be able to face 　　2　　 and their gossip at school．I was forced to 　　3　　 my routine on Monday morning as usual．In the evening I returned home from school 　　4　　 completely defeated．All I wanted to do was 　　5　　 into bed and wallow(沉迷于)in my own self-pity．I pulled back the covers on my bed and 　　6　　 a pile of cards left by dad．Each card included a(n)　　7　　 that is was to be opened on a 　　8　　 night that week．

　　I made it through that week 　　9　　 my father．Each card 　　10　　 to say just what I needed to hear．Tuesday’s card said, “The past is painful to think about and the 　　11　　 is impossible to imagine．Don’t try．Just take it one minute at a time．”On Wednesday my mood 　　12　　 when I read．“What you are feeling now is 　　13　　 and normal．It still feels very bad, but it is part of the healing 　　14　　．”Friday’s card contained a poem he wrote．The last lines made me smile through my tears．“Whatever special 　　15　　 you face along life’s way, may you 　　16　　 that you will find the best in every day．”I was instructed to open the last card 　　17　　 the party I went to on Saturday night．In it he wisely reminded me to 　　18　　．“The world isn’t so bad after a good laugh．The more you laugh．the more you heal．”Each card was signed, “Love, Dad．”

　　My world once collapsed but I 　　19　　 the difficult breakup eventually．It owed to my dad, who made his 　　20　　 known when he couldn’t be present．