Luyện nghe bài hát An Intimate Conversation

Kristin: there was a named pike.
Pike was different from the other in some ways.
She had yellow 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 try to feed her pop-tarts and fish sticks,
But pike would 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 of dress was odd.
She to wear any shoes,
But ratty old platforms
She'd in the garbage.
You couldn't they were ratty and old, though
As she had covered them tinfoil
for these reasons alone,
Pike was at school.
The children picked on her,
her 'mary' 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 her weird daughter differently,'
And 'why did her weird daughter do to her.'
fits had no effect on the girl however,
Pike would merely place one hand aside each eye and directly ahead,
Sometimes a swift kick in her mother's shin.
Kristin: even the dog, mike,
Seemed determinedly her.
He was nipping her feet
And chasing her rooms where she didn't want to be.
But the last straw was the morning she woke to a of
Aerobic shoes by her bed.
Accustomed to these intrusions,
She over them and reached for her ratty platforms.
They gone.
At least weren't where she left them.
She called for her mother and inquired as to location,
But there was no answer, and there were no ratty
Anywhere in the apartment, only a of broken glass
In front of the shattered room window.
And there on the sidewalk, four down,
Lay here special shoes in a tattered heap.
as she swept up the glass fragments,
Pike to leave.
This was not a decision,
Given that was biting at her heels and barking very loudly.
She leapt over the and had just enough time to grab some
and some tape, before mike lunged.
Pike ran barefoot the elevator, panting.
It good to leave.
She the apartment and that stupid dog.
In fact, she hated the city.
But she her shoes,
And her yellow jutting teeth,
No matter how they were at school.
Pike barefoot out onto the street,
along the sidewalk,
Scooped up her shiny, platforms
And continued along the road.
Kristin: as the noises of the faded,
She discovered a new world,
A lot of green, and room for sounds.
Cars didn't so fast,
And children happily.
didn't seem to be full of pop-tarts and fish sticks.
On and on she walked, and soon to a stream.
On and on she through the stream,
Against the current, her platforms dangling her shoulder.
As dusk and night began to fall,
The sounds of enveloped her.
She sight 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 walked it.
She poured some right out of the packet, into the
Bowl and herself to it.
Slowly, she walked to the 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 only a few. you just say one.
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