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One day I was taking a bus. The driver didn’t 1 to start the bus soon because it was not yet 2 .A middle-aged woman got on. Tired and sad, she told her story 3 , not to anyone particular. On her way to the station, half of her 4 was stolen. The other half was hidden under her blouse, so she 5 still had some left. A few minutes later, she stopped crying, but still looked 6 .
When all the seats were taken, the driver started the engine. The conductor (售票员；列车员)began to collect the fares. When she came to an old man in worn-out clothes, he 7 that he had spent all his money as he accidentally got on a wrong bus and now was trying to go home. On hearing this, she ordered the old man to 8 the bus. The old man was almost in tears as he 9 her to let him take the bus home. The driver took the conductor’s side and repeated the conductor's 10 .
