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“And of course our community can’t function smoothly if people don’t use precise language. You could ask, ‘Do you enjoy me?’ The answer is ‘Yes,’” his mother said

"Or,” his father suggested, “‘Do you take pride in my accomplishments?’ And the answer is wholeheartedly ‘Yes,’”

"Do you understand why it’s inappropriate to use a word like ‘love’?” Mother asked.

Jonas nodded. “Yes, thank you, I do,” he replied slowly.
It was his first lie to his parent

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"I like the felling of love " he confessed. He glance nervously at the speaker on the wall reassuring himself that no one was listening "I wish we still have that "

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He wanted his childhood again, his scraped knees and ball games

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He wanted his childhood again, his scraped knees and ball games

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"I will. I am ,eat with a vague of that one; and I have many other memories of families , and happiness of love." Jonas blurted out what he was feeling.

By the "blurted out" this words, we can know families are the very important things for the Jonas, and he will want enjoy the families too.

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“Do you love me?”
There was an awkward silence for a moment. Then Father gave a little chuckle. “Jonas. You, for all people. Precision of language, please!”
"Your father means that you used a very generalized word, so meaningless that it’s become almost obsolete,” his mother explained carefully

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Father groaned. " Lily," he said." It's bedtime.

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Jonas did not want to go back. He didn't want the memo- rise,didn't want the honor, didn't want the visdom, didn't want the pain. He wanted his childhood agam, his scraped knees and ball games.

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Jonas did not want to go back. He didn’t want the memories, didn’t want the honor, didn’t want the pain. He wanted his childhood again, his scraped knees and ball games. He sat in his dwelling alone, watching through the window, seeing children at play, citizens bicycling home from uneventful days at work, ordinary lives free of anguish because he had been selected, as others before him had, to bear their burden.

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“ who were the old people? Why were they there?” It has puzzled Jonas, seeing them in the room.

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A female Eleven named Tanya staggered forward from where she had been hiding. Dramatically she clutched her stomach and stumbled about in a zig-zag pattern, groaning. "You got me!" she called, and fell to the ground, grinning.

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" I like feeling the love " he confessed.
He glanced nervously at the speaker on the wall, reassuring himself that no one was listening.

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“He had seen a birthday party, with one child singled out and celebrated on his day, so they now he understood the joy of being an individual, special and unique and proud.”

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“Now he could see all of the colors; and he could keep them, too, so that the trees and grass and bushes stayed green in his vision.”

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He killed it! My father killed it! Jonas said to himself, stunned at what he was realizing. He continued to stare the screen numbly.

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"The next morning, for the first time, Jonas did not take his pill. Something within him, something that had grown there through the memories, told him to throw the pill away."

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"The whole world?" He asked. "I don't understand. Do you mean not just us? Not just the community? Do you mean elsewhere, too?"