I had a cigarette one morning as I walked along the wooded path toward my house deep in the forest. 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. |