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Postcards always spoil my holidays. Last summer， I went to Italy. I visited museums and sat in public gardens. A friendly waiter taught me a few words of Italian. Then he lent me a book. I read a few lines， but I did not understand a word. Everyday I thought about postcards. My holidays passed quickly， but I did not send cards to my friends. On the last day I made a big decision. I got up early and bought thirty-seven cards. I spent the whole day in my room， but I did not write a single card！