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प्रश्न
Why is the author deeply embarrassed the next day in school? Which words show his fear and insecurity?
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उत्तर
He was deeply embarrassed the next day at school because of the state in which he was. The clothes he was wearing looked odd. His shoes were gone in the fire and he had to wear tennis shoes to school. He had no homework or books and his backpack was also burnt in the fire. Some of the words that show his fear and insecurity are ‘outcast’, ‘geek’, ‘wanted to curl up and die’, ‘zombie’, and ‘surreal’.
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Saw one not of his church
And Couldn't bring himself to give
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He gave his coat a hitch.
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"Margot" They stood as if someone had driven them like so many stakes into the floor. They looked at each other and then looked away. They glanced out at the world that was raining now and raining and raining steadily. They could not meet each other's glances. Their faces were solemn and pale. They looked at their hands and feet, their faces down. |
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