Years ago, when I was a poor artist trying to sell my paintings in local galleries, I 61 (live) in the heart of a city. The rent for my apartment was really cheap 62 it was in the middle of o
ne of the busiest neighborhoods in town. People who visited me used to ask me 63 I could sleep. “Doesn’t the sound of the traffic bother you? How can you get used to 64 much noise?” You see, there were also rows and rows of shops and bars playing loud music day and night and my apartment was above a really loud and noisy 65 . But I found it all fascinating. If I were ever short 66 cash and couldn’t afford to do anything much, which in those days was usually the case, I could always go outside and take 67 look around. You see, there were always a great number of tourists visiting the shops, so I could always find someone 68 (interest) to talk with. And Joe, the owner of the bar below me, could always give me a little money to survive on in exchange for 69 (do) a few odd jobs for him. At the time, I suppose, I thought I was poor. Sometimes, we don’t realize 70 (fortune) we are, do we?
Tina and I had been good friend for years. We often did things together, so one day Tina didn’t talk to me and just sat by herself. I don’t know what was wrong. I thought about what I had done and said recent. Was Tina upset because I had done well in the history test than her? No, she was happy that I did well in school. I decided find out what was the matter. I walked over to there Tina was sitting. “Tina,” I said softly, “ Is there anything wrong?” He answered sadly, “Yes, my cat died on last night.” I finally knew the reason what she didn’t talk to me and comforted her.