Elizabeth and I are 18 now, and about to graduate. I think about our elementary school friendship, but some memories have blurred . What happened that day in the fifth grade when Beth suddenly stopped speaking to me? Does she know that I've been thinking about her for seven years? If only we could go back, and discover what ended our relationship. I have to speak with Beth. I see her sometimes, and find out school is "fine". It's not the same. It nvever will be. Someone says that she's Liz now. what happened to Beth? I can't call her. Should I write? What if she doesn't answer me? How will I know what she's thinking? Yes, I'll write her a letter. These things are easier to express in writing. "Dear Be-," no, "Dear Li-" no, "Dear Elizabeth," I begin. The words flow freely, as seven-year-old memories are reborn. I ask her all the questions that have been left unanswered in my mind, and pray she will answer. I seal my thoughts in the perfect white envelope, and imagine Beth looking into the mailbox. Will she know why I'm writing? Maybe she once thought of writing the same letter. As the mailman takes my envelope from me forever, I wonder if I've made the right decision. Do I have the right to force myself into Beth's life again? Am I simply part of the past? I have taken the first stop. _  One day has passed. Are my words lying on the bottom of the post office floor. Two days are gone. I'm lost in thought and don't even hear the phone ring. "Hello? It's Elizabeth" What can we learn about Beth?
She had a quarrel with the author in the fifth grade She moved to another school in the fifth grade She is now called Liz instead of Beth She hasn't seen the author for seven years
Question: Elizabeth and I are 18 now, and about to graduate. I think about our elementary school friendship, but some memories have blurred . What happened that day in the fifth grade when Beth suddenly stopped speaking to me? Does she know that I've been thinking about her for seven years? If only we could go back, and discover what ended our relationship. I have to speak with Beth. I see her sometimes, and find out school is "fine". It's not the same. It nvever will be. Someone says that she's Liz now. what happened to Beth? I can't call her. Should I write? What if she doesn't answer me? How will I know what she's thinking? Yes, I'll write her a letter. These things are easier to express in writing. "Dear Be-," no, "Dear Li-" no, "Dear Elizabeth," I begin. The words flow freely, as seven-year-old memories are reborn. I ask her all the questions that have been left unanswered in my mind, and pray she will answer. I seal my thoughts in the perfect white envelope, and imagine Beth looking into the mailbox. Will she know why I'm writing? Maybe she once thought of writing the same letter. As the mailman takes my envelope from me forever, I wonder if I've made the right decision. Do I have the right to force myself into Beth's life again? Am I simply part of the past? I have taken the first stop. _  One day has passed. Are my words lying on the bottom of the post office floor. Two days are gone. I'm lost in thought and don't even hear the phone ring. "Hello? It's Elizabeth" What can we learn about Beth?
A. She had a quarrel with the author in the fifth grade
B. She moved to another school in the fifth grade
C. She is now called Liz instead of Beth
D. She hasn't seen the author for seven years
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