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Ⅰ.完形填空 “It's my own fault.” Carl Fenter pulled his jacket closer against the abnormal bite of cold morning wind. “The rest of the family is home, where it's __1__.” Just another one of his __2__ ideas—a big tamale (玉米粉蒸肉) feast after tonight's Christmas Eve service at church—flashed and he looked where it landed him: waiting in a line 50 people deep. Who would have guessed that every tamale shop in the city would be sold out the day before Christmas? But they __3__， as Carl knew. He had been driving all over El Paso that morning. __4__ to bring home the tamales, Carl tried one last shop, an old favorite out in Canutillo. When he arrived, a fresh batch (一炉) was __5__ off the steamer in 45 minutes. __6__ at the end of the snaking line of tamale seekers, he watched the woman in front of him __7__ her jacket to cover her shivering baby. It wasn't long before she, too, __8__ in the biting wind. After only a moment's __9__， Carl took off his own jacket and offered it to the __10__ mother. Together, they __11__ when the line slowly moved forward at last, and smiling people exited the shop carrying steamy bags. __12__， Carl got inside the door and __13__ his way closer to the counter, the woman now first in line. “__14__！” Carl groaned (抱怨) with everyone else __15__ behind him. “__16__，” stressed the man at the counter, “we'll have a final batch ready __17__， oh, about half an hour.” | 
