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He closed the door. I thought he was going to hurt me. Suddenly, a41voice said in my ear, “Take out the things you've stolen!” “I stole nothing.” I said. “Do as I tell you. If we find them, you’ll be in trouble.” “There is nothing.” I answered. “I didn't take anything.” I said, taking everything out of my pockets and bag.

42this point, a guard came in and asked a salesgirl to43me.44, they found nothing.

But they didn't believe that I hadn't stolen anything. So the young guard ordered me to pass through the door alarm again.

I was45when it rang again. I felt46and burst into tears. I didn't know how to prove47I was innocent.

They made me go into the small room again.

“Take out the stolen things quickly,48we will dial 110.” They said.

“OK, call the police. I’ m not afraid.” I said49.

Suddenly, they50their tone. After a while, a salesgirl asked me to raise my feet. I did51she had told me. There was a label (标签) on the bottom of my shoe. That was it! That was the52thing that had brought me such great trouble. But it53my innocence.

After that, they54to me in the small room. But they should have apologized55, shouldn't they？ A lot of people were there when I was taken away. What did they think of me？

I know smoking is bad for me, and1. I had tried to kick the habit, but2. Not even when my

aunt Bernie got lung cancer. How many times had she begged me to give  _3_ up？ After she died, I

made up my mind to stop, and did so, but4I started up again.

The house had been one of Aunt Bernie's favorite places to stay. Lately, I had earned some5

income by renting it out. New renters were6to arrive that afternoon.

The house has no electricity, so I had to7there was enough propane (丙烷) in the tank to

8the fridge and the stove (火炉). Seeing the house in the distance through the trees, I thought

about9. I could still hear her10telling me, "Give up smoking; it will11you."

As I was12the house, the voice grew stronger,13my aunt were standing right beside me.

Finally, I couldn't14it any longer. I smothered (弄熄) it. "Fine, Auntie, I15. See？"

I continued down the path,16the urge to light up again.  Reaching the house,  I opened the

door. Whoa!  I stepped back. The17was strong. Propane gases! I ran around to the back and

found the problem. The previous18had forgotten to turn off the propane tank before they left. The

house had been19up with gas for a week!

If I had still been smoking that cigarette... I thought now,20. My aunt Bernie was right. Smoking

can kill me. The next day I started a quitsmoking program, and I haven't lit up since.