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阅读下面材料，根据其内容和所给段落开头语续写两段，使之构成一篇完整的短文。 As a young boy, I sometimes traveled the country roads with my dad. He was a rural mail carrier, and on Saturdays he would ask me to go with him. Driving through the countryside was always an adventure: There were animals to see, people to visit, and chocolate cookies if you knew where to stop, and Dad did. In the spring, Dad delivered boxes full of baby chickens, and when I was a boy it was such fun to stick your fingers through one of the holes of the boxes and let the baby birds peck on your fingers. On Dad's final day of work, it took him well into the evening to complete his rounds because at least one member from each family was waiting at their mailboxes to thank him for his friendship and his years of service. "Two hundred and nineteen mailboxes on my route," he used to say, "and a story at every one." A young girl wrote letters but had no stamps, so she left a few buttons on the envelope in the mailbox; Dad paid for the stamps. On cold days Dad might find one of his customers waiting for him with a cup of hot chocolate. A dozen years ago, when I traveled back to my hometown on the sad occasion of Dad's death, the mailboxes along the way reminded me of some of his stories. I thought I knew them all, but that wasn't the case. As I drove home, I noticed two lamp poles, one on each side of the street. When my dad was around, those poles supported wooden boxes about four feet off the ground. One box was painted green, and the other was red, and each had a long narrow hole at the top with white lettering: SANTA CLAUS, NORTH POLE. For years children had dropped letters to Santa through those holes. While Mom and I were sitting at the kitchen table I heard footsteps. There, at the door, stood Frank Townsend, Dad's postmaster and great friend for many years. So we all sat down at the table and began to tell stories. 注意： 1）续写词数应为150左右; 2）请按如下格式在答题卡的相应位置作答。 Frank asked my mother, "What are we going to do about the letters this Christmas?" …… I remembered Dad was busy delivering piles of letters before Christmas each year. 答案：   Paragraph 1: Frank asked my mother, "What are we going to do about the letters this Christmas?" "The letters? Whose letters?" I interrupted with a confused look on my face. "I guess you never knew." said Frank, tears welling up in his red eyes. Mom put her warm hands on mine and asked me if I still remembered each year before Christmas, kids like me used to put our letters to Santa in those green and red boxes on Main Street. It was my dad who answered all those letters every year. Paragraph 2: I remembered Dad was busy delivering piles of letters before Christmas each year. He used to tell me it was his harvest season of the year. It wasn't hard for me to imagine Dad sitting at the old oak table in our basement reading those letters and answering each one. I have since spoken with several of the people who received Christmas letters during their childhood, and they told me how amazed they were that Santa had known so much about their homes and families. From then on, I decided to deal with the letters as my father did.

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