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选了错误最少的一版，个别重音比较奇怪，然后可能语速略快……
The pavilion was big enough to take two separate groups without them bothering each other–in the summer, a third group could hang about out on the
veranda. But ideally you and your friends wanted the place just to yourselves, so
there was often jockeying and arguing. The guardians were always telling us to be
civilised about it, but in practice, you needed to have some strong personalities in
your group to stand a chance of getting the pavilion during a break or free period.
I wasn't exactly the wilting type myself, but I suppose it was really because of Ruth
we got in there as often as we did.
Usually we just spread ourselves around the chairs and benches–there'd be five of
us, six if Jenny B. came along–and had a good gossip. There was a kind of
conversation that could only happen when you were hidden away in the pavilion;
we might discuss something that was worrying us, or we might end up screaming
with laughter, or in a furious row. Mostly, it was a way to unwind for a while with your closest friends.
On the particular afternoon I'm now thinking of, we were standing up on stools
and benches, crowding around the high windows. That gave us a clear view of the
North Playing Field where about a dozen boys from our year and Senior 3 had
gathered to play football. There was bright sunshine, but it must have been
raining earlier that day because I can remember how the sun was glinting on the
muddy surface of the grass.
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