完形填空Childrenaregoodatfindingnewthings.Theyalwaysseeu97thingslongbeforeanyoneelse.ItwaslittleSamDonnelley,thehotelowner’sson,whosaidtome,“Look,there’samanatthet98oftheFordBuilding!”Ilooke

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　　Childrenaregoodatfindingnewthings.Theyalwaysseeu97thingslongbeforeanyoneelse.ItwaslittleSamDonnelley,thehotelowner’sson,whosaidtome,“Look,there’samanatthet98oftheFordBuilding!”

　　Ilookedupatourtown’stallestbuilding—allofsevenfloors—andIsawtheman.Hewasontheparapet(屋顶挡墙),withhislegsovertheedge.FromwhereIwas,hedidn’tlookw99.Hejustsatthere,lookingupatthesky,waiting,perhaps,forthefirsteveningstar.

　　S100therewasasmallcrowdofpeoplelookingup.

　　“S101shouldcalltheFireDepartment,”saidMillieBanks,thepostwoman.

　　“Butwhoisit?Canyousee?”askedoldMrs.Harperwhoownsthebookstore.

　　“It’stheStranger,”saidSam,whohastheb102eyesightofallofus.

　　“TheStranger”.That’swhatwec103him,becausehewasanew,unknownpersoninoursmalltown.Andalsobecause,byoursmalltown’sstandards(标准),hewasstrange.