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The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know a new classmate. I  1  to look around when a gentle hand  2  my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little  3  lady looking up at me with a smile.
She said, “Hi. My name is Rose. I’m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?” I laughed and  4  responded, “Of course you may!” and she gave me a giant£¨¾Þ´óµÄ£© squeeze.
“Why are you in college at such a young, innocent  5 ?”I asked. “I always  6  having a college education and now I’m getting  7 !” she told me.

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