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完形填空1 It was only a few weeks after my surgery. I went to Dr. Belt’s office for a 36 . it was just after my first chemotherapy treatment（化疗）. My scar was still very tender. 37 , I was taken to an examination room to have my blood 38 , again – a terrifying process for me, since I’m so frightened of 39 . I lay down on the 40 . Then Ramina entered the room. Her 41 smile was familiar, and 42 in contrast to my fears. I’d first seen her in the office a few weeks earlier. She wasn’t my 43 on that day, but I remember her because she was laughing. What could she 44 find to laugh about at a time like this? So I decided she wasn’t 45 enough about the whole thing. But this day was 46 . Ramona had taken my blood before. She 47 my fear of needles, and she kindly 48 the medical equipment under a magazine. As we opened the layers of bandage, the 49 scar on my chest could be seen. | 
