Luyện nghe bài hát An Intimate Conversation

Kristin: was a girl named pike.
Pike was different the other kids in some ways.
She had huge yellow which jutted out from her face,
when she was angry and curled her lips back.
Her food was oatmeal, gummy and sticky and glue-like.
Actually, it was her food.
Pike's mother would try to feed her pop-tarts and sticks,
But would calmly remove the offensive food and fix
Herself a bowl of oatmeal she would strap onto her
Head with scotch tape, and then walk around the
While she ate, wildly.
Pike's of dress was odd.
She refused to 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
for these reasons alone,
Pike was at school.
The other picked on her,
Called her and other names,
her hair and stuff.
It was difficult for them to accept her the
group, given her idiosyncrasies.
was different.
Often, her mother would little fits,
When she could take pike's no more,
Ranting 'what had she done wrong,'
And 'how she have raised her weird daughter differently,'
And 'why did her weird do this to her.'
These fits had no on the girl however,
Pike merely place one hand aside each eye and stare directly ahead,
Sometimes lending a kick in her mother's shin.
even the family dog, mike,
Seemed against her.
He was nipping her feet
And chasing her into rooms where she didn't to be.
But the last straw was the morning she to a pair of
Aerobic shoes by her bed.
Accustomed to these intrusions,
She stepped them and reached for her ratty platforms.
They gone.
At least they weren't where she them.
She called for her and inquired as to their location,
But was no answer, and there were no ratty platforms
in the apartment, only a pile of broken glass
In front of the shattered room 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,
that mike was biting at her heels and barking very loudly.
She leapt the mongrel and had just enough time to grab some
Provisions and some tape, before lunged.
Pike ran into the elevator, panting.
It felt to leave.
She the apartment and that stupid dog.
In fact, she hated the city.
But she her shoes,
And even her yellow teeth,
No matter how unpopular were at school.
Pike walked barefoot out the street,
along the sidewalk,
Scooped up her shiny, platforms
And continued along the road.
Kristin: as the noises of the faded,
She a whole new world,
A lot of green, and room for sounds.
Cars drive so fast,
And children happily.
They didn't seem to be of pop-tarts and fish sticks.
On and on she walked, and soon to a stream.
On and on she through the stream,
the current, her platforms dangling from her shoulder.
As dusk and night began to fall,
The sounds of enveloped her.
She caught sight of that for which she had searching:
A big square filled with grass.
She then knew she had been born to do.
she stepped out of the stream and
Into her shoes and towards it.
She poured oats right out of the packet, into the
Bowl and taped to it.
Slowly, she walked to the of the field,
Looked up to the and masticated wildly.

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