As a fashion editor has the advantage of every major brand new, special limited edition launch, always one step faster on the first e-mail to see, whether you are a shopaholic, if not ascetic, they would not allergic reaction to new information, foresight on the contemporary society is the original e-mail link, no wonder more and more people use the Black-berry, this small electronic device reminiscent of, the American FBI special satellite tracking device. Suddenly one day, received a title of “NewArrival-MarekandShawna” email, I thought it was nothing new product debut, but Marek and Shawna, not like the family name, do not like the name of the bag, is it name sports shoes ? open the email, see the two models, face shape is the article the way, the problem is in the sender motives and attitudes. You can say I was overly sensitive, but I received this email, I in the heart of the first reaction is “human trafficking”, although it seems a bit extreme, but there is no doubt who is to become a an absolute manner of goods. Model is no longer a profession, but the people into the commercialization of a behavior, or industry, as long as you have the money, these products who will be with you. Do not say I was irrational, I know some parts of the modeling agency modeling pictures in fact not only providing services, as well as model escorts, models were sent to outside services, all because of money, the expansion of the community intensified. Could it be that our civilization is suspected of turning back? This phenomenon is not surprising, is nothing new, the history of underground operations may be much longer than any historical facts, but this form of e-mail sent on behalf of TV drama, but an attitude popularity, of course, modeling agencies modeling tool for making money, but they should not be seen to like this bar, according to this theory scrutiny, in fact, the company beef and milk, eggs, chicken farms, what is the difference? the case to continue projections down from the e-mail may be more powerful, “Sale-MarekandShawna”, “FurtherSale-PaulandJoe”, “FinalSale-MaryandJane”, since the model is a commodity, why can not Clearance? Or “Buyonegetonefree “Or” Allyoucantake “, of course, is hyperbole, but live in the moment of this new century, post-modern, really anything can happen. When morality and money related, the world will gradually finished.

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Afterherhusbandhadgonetowork, Mrs.Richardssentherchildrentoschoolandwentupstairstoherbedroom.Shewastoo 1 todoanyhouseworkthatmorning, 2 intheeveningshewasgoingtoaninterestingfancydressparty (masquerade) withherhusband.Whatshe 3 wasaterriblegenie (monster) andasshehadmadethatspecialdressofhersthenightbefore, shewasanxioustotryiton. 4 thedresswasjustabigpieceofoldclothwhichwasred, green, blackandwhite, itwouldbeveryeffective (effective) tomakeherlikearealgenie.Afterputtingiton, Mrs.Richardswentdownstairshappily.Shewantedtofindout 5 itwouldbecomfortabletowear.
JustasMrs.Richardswasenteringthedining-roomtherewasa 6 atthedoor.Shethoughtthatit 7 bethebaker (Baker). Shehadtoldhimtocomestraightinifshe 8 toopenthedoorandleavethebreadonthekitchentable.Nownotwantingto 9 thepoorman, Mrs.Richardsquickly 10 inthesmallstoreroomunderthestairs.Sheheardthefrontdooropenandamancamein.WhenMrs.Richards 11 thatitwasthemanfromtheelectricityboard (power Bureau) whohadcometoreadthemeter (meters), shewalkedoutofthehiding-placeonasuddenandtriedtoexplainthematter, sayingwithasmile, “It only 12! Itisnot 13 foryoutobe 14!” Butitwastoolate.Themanletoutasharpcry (screaming) andjumpedbackseveralpaces (step). Thenheranaway, 15 thedoorbehindhimwithgreatforceandnoise.

A.angry B.ready C.frightened D.excited
A.forB.butC.so D.and
A.wantedtoseeB.wantedtoplayC.wasafraidtoseeD.wasafraidtoplay
A. Though B. But C. And D. If
A.that B.how C.whether D.when
A.knockB. voice C.man D.baker
A.may B.must C.wouldn D.couldn t
A.not B.had C.tried D. failed
A.see B.frighten C.help D.scold (blame)
A.went B.lay C.appeared D.hid
A.thought B.wondered C.imagined D.realized
A.me B.you C.game D.play
A.good B.necessary C. late D.early
A.off B.here C.afraid D.sorry
A.pushing B.locking C.knocking D.shutting
This is a humorous story, a look and left feet. Perhaps Mrs.Richards dressing skills flattery, perhaps, members of the bolder look-up table is too small – how big day it may be something fishy? However, if you encounter such a situation, then what will happen?
D. Everything is ready, just waiting to go fancy dress party, so the excitement is not to do housework.
A. Added that the reasons for excitement, only use for the most in place.
B. This sentence is a junior high school students are not familiar with the subject clause, play here is the “play” means. Meaning “she wants to play is a terrible monster.”
A. According to the meaning below, there is a turning point relationship, so to use though.
C. She wanted to see whether wear comfortable.
A. At this point there is knock on the door.
B. From below we can see she is very sure, “is a quasi-baker.”
D. failtodosth. “did not make something.” Syntax does not use, and use had, tried not meet the means.
B. She did not want to scare the people.
D. Therefore, she is hiding in the storage room under the stairs.
D. Then she realized that his misjudgment.
A. Had come out to explain, not ghosts, is her. So with It me.
B. 13,14 The problem is a complete sentence. No need to fear.
D. With word as adverbial. Means readily put the door firmly shut.

This is a story short, we all look at pictures. Tags: short stories Sheturnedaroundonthebedtoavoidthelightthatcamefromthewindow.Sheembracedthecushionshehadsetasideduringhernapandkickedthesheetuntilreleasingherfeetfromunderit.
“Youareawakealready.” hesaid, appearingatthedoorofthebedroom. “Almost ….” shewhispered.Shecouldhavesleptforever.
Hecameinandsatontheedgeofthebed.Itsqueaked.
“Couldyoupreparesometea?”
“Please, putthewateronandI lprepareit.”
“Badmood?”
Sheturnedaroundagaintowardsthelightcomingfromthewindow.Thatlightremindedherthattherewasactivityoutofherbed, outofherhouse.
“Iamtired.” “Youtookatwohournap.” Sherepeated, withasigh, “Iamtired.” Hewenttothekitchenandshecouldhearthenoiseofthewaterrunningintothekettleandthesoundofamatchlighting.Then, heturnedonthetelevisionandsheheardadialogueinEnglishandthelaughterofastudioaudience.Soonafter, thekettlebegantowhistle “Thewaterisready.” hewarned. Shestretchedonthebedandthensat-up , stillclutchingthecushioninherarms.Thekettlecontinuedwhistling.Shepressedthecushionstronglyagainstherchest. “Please, turnthatoff.” Thewhistlingstopped.Thankheavens, shethought, itwasgoingtodrivemecrazy.Shelookedforherslippersunderthebedandstoodup.Shewenttothebathroomandwashedherface.Ishouldtakeashower, shethought.Ishouldtakeashowertocryinpeace.Shewalkedwithheavystepstowardsthekitchen.Hewaswatchingasitcomlaughingquietlyfromtimetotime.Sheasked: “Whatkindoftea?” “Mint” heansweredwithoutlookingather.Shepouredtwocupsandsatclosetohim, fixinghereyesonthescreen ” Iboughtalotterytickettoday. “
” What? “heasked, absentmindedly.Shedidnotanswer.” Whenisthedraw? “” Tomorrow.Twomillion. “
” Buttheytakealotoutofitfortaxes.Youdon believethatyouaregoingtowintwomillion, doyou? “Hetookasipofteamakingaslurpingnoise . Sincewhendoesitbothermethatheslurps? sheaskedherself.Atthebeginning, shehadn evennoticedit, soonshebegantobecomeawareofitandnowitbotheredherterribly, exasperatedher.Poorman, itwasnothisfault.Hehadalwaysbeenmakingnoisewhendrinkingtea.Hehadbeingmakingnoiseforthepasttwentyyears.
“Please, stopmakingthatnoisewhenyou edrinking.”
her in bed rolled over to avoid the sun shone from the windows. She hugged her on the side of the pillow,
kicked the side of the bed until he can stretch his feet, to feel comfortable. “You have been awake.” He said, standing in the bedroom doorway. “About it…” She said softly. She could have been sleep on. He came and sat beside the bed. Bed creak called. “You can prepare some tea?” “Please, I l be ready.” “Not very happy?” She turned around, facing the sun. The light made her get up and realize that there are many activities in the house
outside. “I tired.” “You have a two-hour nap.” She lamented, and said again “I tired.” He walked the kitchen, she can hear the sound of water rushed into the kettle, but also There are loud voices match rub. He then opened the
TV, she heard the TV in the English dialogue and the audience laughter. After that, the kettle on
think up. “Water has been good.” He reminded to. Her body suddenly stretched in bed, then sat up still holding the pillow. She pillow firmly to hold
head in his chest. “Please turn off the TV bar.” Kettle sound heard. Thankfully, she thought, this sounds make me crazy. Under the bed to find her own
slippers, and then stood up. She went into the bathroom to wash my face. Should I take a shower, she thought. I should wash
a shower, crying quietly. She walked with heavy steps into the kitchen. He was watching a sitcom, quietly
smile. She asked: “What kind of tea?” “Mint” he replied without looking up. She poured two cups of tea, sat down beside him, watching from the TV to. “I bought a lottery ticket today.” “What?” He said, absently. She did not answer. “When lottery?” “Tomorrow, two million.” “But they also take away a lot of tax you will not think you can win two million, right?” He laugh myself to drink a cup of tea. When she began drinking tea made me feel so uncomfortable it? She asked her self
own. At first, she started and did not notice them, and soon she began to notice them, and this
have made her very unhappy. The poor man, but this is not his fault, he has been in the manufacture of noise. Helookedatherforsomeseconds, surprisedandwhispered, “Youareinabadmood.” “Iamdepressed.” Hecontinuedwatchingtelevision.Aftersomeminutes, helaughedagainechoingthelaughsinthestudio.Whydidithavetobelikethat? Whydothingshavetochangethatmuch? “Ihavebeendepressedforsomedays.” Sheremindedhimandherself. Thesitcomfinished.Shetooktheemptycupstothesink.Heswitchedthechannelandshesatagainnexttohim.Itwasadocumentaryonsomeplacebythesea, akindoffishermen town. Itisagorgeousplace, shethought.Shecouldlivethere.Itwascoldthere, peoplewerewearingthickcoatsandscarvesandtheyweretryingtoprotectthemselvesfromthewind. Shewouldgiveanythingtobewalkingnexttothesea, feelingcold.Andlatershewouldhaveacupofhotcoffee, coffeewithcinnamon.Yes, shecouldlivethatway.Itwouldbeawoodhouse, liketheoneshewasseeingonthescreen, bythatsea, andshewouldhaveherviolinandsomescores.Onsunnydays, shewouldsitnexttothewindowandplaytheviolin.Howlonghaditbeensinceplayinganythingatall? Centuries.Oncolddaysshewouldbakesomebreadordrinkcoffeeinthekitchen, readingsomething.ShecouldtakethehandicraftcupsthattheyhadboughtinUruguaywithher.Thosecupswouldgowellwithhernewkitchen, theseaandthecoldweather.Hesurelywasnotgoingtomissthecups.Hehadneverpaidmuchattentiontotheobjectsofthehouse, exceptforsomerecords.Perhapsshewouldtakesomerecordswithhertoo, somejazz.Hewasnotgoingtomissjazzrecords. But … wherewasshegoingtoplaythem? Theyhadonlyonerecordplayer.Televisionyes, shecouldtakethelittleone, theonetheyhadintheirbedroom.ButwhatwouldbethepointofhavingaTVsetinthatplace? Heswitchedthechannelagainjustwhentheyweregoingtoshowthewoodenpierofthatlittletown.Shewasabouttoprotestbutsherealizedthatshedidnothaveenoughenergyforthat.Instead, shestartedtoexaminethekitchencarefully, evaluatingeachwatercoloronthewall, eachshelf, thespicebox, theplants, thepots.Shelikedthecopperpots.Thenshestartedtothinkabouthowthekitchenwouldlooklikeifshetookeverythingaway: theemptynailsonthewallswiththerectangulartracesofdust, thefaded-outpaintshapingtheobjectsthatusedtobethereandthethingsrearrangedontheshelves.Hewoulddie.Butnobodydiesforthatreason, shetriedtoconvinceherself. Butshefeltsadder.Heswitchedthechannelagainandput-onasoccergame.Shelitacigarette.
“I beg you, do not send the kind of tea when the voice.” He stared at her for a moment, surprised, and then whispered, ” You really bad mood today. “” I am depressed. “he continued watching TV. A few minutes later, accompanied by television in the laughter he laughed. Why is this
like about it? Why is change so much? “I am very frustrated the past few days.” She reminded him, of course, himself. Sitcom ended. She put the empty glass into the pool. He stressed the stage, and she sat down again beside him
. Now put a documentary, talking about it a seaside fishing village. She thought it was a very beautiful
Lai place. She can live there. Cold, people are wearing thick coats and gloves. They are
view yourself from wind damage. She has been very willing to go the beach, feeling kind of cold. Then, she was able to
cup of hot coffee, hot coffee with cinnamon. Yes, she can live like this. Should be a Kibusa
son, as she was seen on the screen, at the beach, she would bring her violin and several scores.
sunny day, she would sit in the window, playing the violin. How long has it to do over?
A few centuries. In the cold days, she would bake some bread or drinking coffee in the kitchen, make a
some reading. She can also put them in the Uruguay to buy hand-made glass. The cup must be very
with that new kitchen, the sea there is the cold weather. He would not want to miss that cup. He did not
of the house some of the other more interested, in addition to the music band. Maybe she can bring some of the tape
, jazz. He will not miss the jazz. But. . . How she played them?
They only have one player. TV, yes. She can take a small television, that their bedroom units. But
go there with a TV what is it? While programs broadcast to the town wooden pier, he again changed the station. She was going to put forward their views when
, then he realized that these efforts do not even gone. Instead, she began to carefully examine the entire kitchen
room, examine the wall of each piece of watercolor, every cupboard, spices boxes, plants, and every bottle
< br />. She was like those copper pot. Then, she began to imagine how the whole kitchen will become a way as
if she put everything away, then. The nail prints on the wall of dust like a rectangle,
a fade picture look like, those who had put something in there eleven show. Cupboard on the things one
one another has been put back. He will die. But no one would die for this reason, she tried to convince myself
. But this makes her feel even more sad. He changed the station, this time a football match. She ordered a
smoke. “Stilldepressed?” Shedidnotanswer. “ThenI rathernotspeaktoyou.” Hedecided, “Whenyouarelikethisitisbetternottotalktoyou” “Why?” “Whywhat?” “Whyisitbetternottotalktome?” Sheinsisted.Hedidnotanswer.Shealmostbegged:
“Iwanttoknowwhyitisbetter.” “Becauseyouaregoingtosaythingsthataregoingtohurtme. “Poorman, shethought.Heisscared.Atleast, thatwasthemostsincerethingtheyhadsaidtothemselvesinalongtime.Shestoodupwithasigh, washedthecupsandputthemonaclothtodry.Then, sheopenedthecupboardandcheckediftherewasanyflourleft.
” Wouldyoulikemetomakesomelemoncookies? “” Great. “hesaid, smiling.
” is still very depressed? “She did not answer. “Then I better not talk to you.” He decided, “When you like this, the best or not
and talk to you” “Why?” “Why what?” ” Why not talk to me better? “she insisted asked. He did not answer. She almost pleaded: “I want to know why.” “Because you would say that some damage to my words.” Poor man, she thought. He was afraid. Finally, for a long period of time, that is between them
most sincere dialogue. She stood up and lamented the end, all the way cups are washed and placed in
on a piece of cloth. Then she opened the cupboard to see if there is no flour. “You want to eat the lemon cookies I do it?” “That was really great one he said with a smile.