Luyện nghe bài hát An Intimate Conversation

Kristin: there was a named pike.
Pike was different the other kids in some ways.
She had huge teeth which jutted out from her face,
when she was angry and curled her lips back.
Her favorite food was oatmeal, and sticky and glue-like.
Actually, it was her food.
Pike's mother would try to feed her pop-tarts and sticks,
But pike would calmly remove the food and fix
Herself a of oatmeal which she would strap onto her
Head with tape, and then walk around the house
she ate, masticating wildly.
Pike's of dress was odd.
She to wear any shoes,
But some old platforms
found in the garbage.
You couldn't tell they ratty and old, though
As she had covered them tinfoil
David: for these alone,
Pike was at school.
The other children on her,
Called her and other names,
Pulled her and stuff.
It was difficult for to accept her into the
group, given her idiosyncrasies.
was different.
Often, her would have little fits,
When she could take strangeness no more,
Ranting about 'what had she wrong,'
And 'how she could have raised her weird differently,'
And 'why did her weird daughter do to her.'
These fits had no effect on the however,
Pike would merely place one hand each eye and stare directly ahead,
lending a swift kick in her mother's shin.
Kristin: the family dog, mike,
Seemed against her.
He was always nipping her
And chasing her into rooms where she didn't to be.
But the last was the morning she woke to a pair of
shoes sitting by her bed.
Accustomed to these intrusions,
She stepped over them and reached for her platforms.
were gone.
At least they weren't where she them.
She for her mother and inquired as to their location,
But there was no answer, and were no ratty platforms
Anywhere in the apartment, only a pile of glass
In front of the shattered living window.
And there on the sidewalk, four down,
Lay special tinfoil shoes in a tattered heap.
David: as she up the glass fragments,
decided to leave.
This was not a decision,
Given that was biting at her heels and barking very loudly.
She leapt over the mongrel and had just enough to grab some
Provisions and some tape, before lunged.
ran barefoot into the elevator, panting.
It felt to leave.
She the apartment and that stupid dog.
In fact, she the whole city.
But she her shoes,
And her yellow jutting teeth,
No matter how they were at school.
Pike walked out onto the street,
along the sidewalk,
Scooped up her shiny, platforms
And continued along the road.
as the noises of the city faded,
She a whole new world,
A lot of green, and room for sounds.
didn't drive so fast,
And played happily.
They didn't seem to be full of pop-tarts and sticks.
On and on she walked, and soon to a stream.
On and on she through the stream,
Against the current, her platforms from her shoulder.
As dusk and night began to fall,
The sounds of greenness her.
She sight of that for which she had been searching:
A big entirely filled with grass.
She then knew she had been born to do.
Calmly she out of the stream and
Into her shoes and towards it.
She poured some oats out of the packet, into the
Bowl and herself to it.
Slowly, she to the middle of the field,
Looked up to the and masticated wildly.

What blood type do you
David: I don't know. I've never been-- I don't I've ever--
Kristin: there are only a few. you just say one.
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