Luyện nghe bài hát An Intimate Conversation

Kristin: there was a named pike.
Pike was different from the other in some ways.
She had huge teeth which jutted out from her face,
Particularly when she was angry and curled her back.
Her favorite was oatmeal, gummy and sticky and glue-like.
Actually, it was her food.
Pike's mother would try to her pop-tarts and fish sticks,
But pike calmly remove the offensive food and fix
Herself a bowl of oatmeal she would strap onto her
Head with scotch tape, and then around the house
she ate, masticating wildly.
Pike's manner of was odd.
She refused to any shoes,
But ratty old platforms
found in the garbage.
You couldn't tell they were and old, though
As she had them with tinfoil
for these reasons alone,
Pike was at school.
The other children on her,
her 'mary' and other names,
Pulled her and stuff.
It was difficult for them to her into the
Peer group, her idiosyncrasies.
was different.
Often, her mother would have fits,
she could take pike's strangeness no more,
Ranting about had she done wrong,'
And 'how she could raised her weird daughter differently,'
And did her weird daughter do this to her.'
These fits had no on the girl however,
Pike would place one hand aside each eye and stare directly ahead,
Sometimes lending a swift in her mother's shin.
Kristin: even the dog, mike,
Seemed against her.
He was always her feet
And chasing her into where she didn't want to be.
But the last was the morning she woke to a pair of
Aerobic sitting by her bed.
Accustomed to these intrusions,
She stepped over them and for her ratty platforms.
were gone.
At they weren't where she left them.
She called for her mother and inquired as to location,
But was no answer, and there were no ratty platforms
Anywhere in the apartment, only a pile of broken
In front of the shattered room window.
And on the sidewalk, four stories down,
Lay here special shoes in a tattered heap.
David: as she swept up the fragments,
decided to leave.
This was not a decision,
Given that mike was biting at her and barking very loudly.
She leapt over the mongrel and had enough time to grab some
Provisions and tape, before mike lunged.
ran barefoot into the elevator, panting.
It felt to leave.
She hated the and that stupid dog.
In fact, she the whole city.
But she her shoes,
And even her yellow teeth,
No matter how they were at school.
walked barefoot out onto the street,
Barefoot the sidewalk,
Scooped up her shiny, rumpled
And continued barefoot the road.
as the noises of the city faded,
She discovered a new world,
A lot of green, and for bird sounds.
Cars drive so fast,
And children happily.
They seem to be full of pop-tarts and fish sticks.
On and on she walked, and came to a stream.
On and on she through the stream,
Against the current, her platforms dangling her shoulder.
As dusk gathered and night to fall,
The of greenness enveloped her.
She caught of that for which she had been searching:
A big square filled with grass.
She then knew what she had been to do.
Calmly she stepped out of the and
Into her shoes and towards it.
She poured some right out of the packet, into the
Bowl and herself to it.
Slowly, she to the middle of the field,
Looked up to the stars and wildly.

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