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发帖数: 86 | 1 Christmas morning I was dragged out of bed by my sisters. We hurried
downstirs with as much laughter and excitement as we did when we were little
and Barbie dolls were waiting under the tree. My father sat back and watched,
looking happy and bewildered: little doll clothes or teenage girl clothes, it
was all strange to him. We gave my mother a pile of pretty gifts and my father
a stack of books--biographies, history of science, history of anything. I
knew he wanted to take his "toys" off to hi |
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