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When I was 10, Mom and I went shopping at the Central Market. As usual, she parked the car on the second floor. I followed her down the stairs and entered the department store. I was excited (1) there were not only a lot of people, but also many colorful (2) ( display) of goods. We shopped for 2 hours, (3) what we bought were only Mom’s high heels and my pen. It was about 4 pm, and we were on the fifth floor.
“Mama, my leg hurt, I want to go home,” I said and walked (4) (quick) to an elevator. Mom followed me into the elevator, (5) (press) button 3 absent-mindedly. The elevator slowly stopped. We walked out to the (6) (park) space. Mom went straight to block 2 that she felt familiar with, and I followed her.
“Oh, my God!” Mom shouted. “Where ’s my car? It has disappeared. Our car has been stolen!” Immediately, a guard came and asked us (7) had happened.
“My car has disappeared! I always park here,” Mom cried (8) (anxiety) .
“Are you sure you parked on the third floor?” the guard asked (9) (patience).
At the words, Mom was so embarrassed that she ran to the stairs as quickly as possible, (10) (leave) her completely confused son behind.