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| Filled with sorrow, I didn't notice the hardness of the chair I was sitting on. I was at the funeral of my 1 . The hurt was so intense, and I found it hard to 2 at times. Suddenly, I heard a 3 open and slam shut at the back of the church. Quick 4 hurried along the floor. A young man looked around in a 5 and then sat next to me. His eyes were full of tears. "I'm 6 ," he explained, though no explanation was 7 . After several eulogies (悼文), he leaned over and commented, "Why do they keep 8 Mary by the name of 'Margaret'?" "Because that was her name, Margaret. Never Mary," I 9 . "No, that isn't correct," he insisted. "Her name is Mary, Mary Peters." "That isn't 10 this is," I replied. "Isn't this the Lutheran church?" "No, the Lutheran church is across the street. I believe you're at the 11 funeral, sir." The solemnness (庄严) of the occasion 12 with the realization of the man's mistake bubbled (充溢) up inside me and came out as 13 . I peeked at the misguided man seated beside me. He was laughing, 14 . I imagined Mother laughing. At the 15 "Aman", we darted(猛冲) out a door and into the parking lot. "I do believe we'll be the 16 of the town," he smiled. He said his name was Rick and that 17 he had missed his aunt's funeral, he asked me out for a cup of coffee. That afternoon began a lifelong 18 for me with this man who attended the wrong funeral. A year after our meeting, we were 19 at a country church. This time we both arrived at the same church, right on time. Whenever anyone asks us how we 20 , Rick tells them, "Her mother and my aunt Mary introduced us." | ||||
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