Eddie was a carpet fitter, and he hated it. 【C1】______ ten years he had spent his days sitting, squatting, kneeling 【C2】______ crawling on floors, in houses, offices, shops, factories and restaurants. Ten years of his life, cutting and fitting carpets 【C3】______ other people to walk on, 【C4】______ even seeing 【C5】______ . When his work was done, no one ever appreciated it. No one ever said 'Oh, that's a beautiful job, the carpet fits so neatly'. They just walked all over it. Eddie was sick of it.
He was especially sick of it 【C6】______ this hot, humid day in August, 【C7】______ he worked to put the finishing touches to today's job. He was just cutting and fixing the last edge on a huge red carpet which he had fitted in the living room of Mrs. Vanbrugh's house. Rich Mrs. Vanbrugh, who changed her carpets every year, and always bought the best. Rich Mrs. Vanbrugh, who had never even given him a cup of tea all day, and who made him go outside when he wanted to smoke. Ah well, it was four o'clock and he had nearly finished. At least he would be able to get home early today. He began to day-dream about the weekend, about the Saturday football game he always played for the local team, where he was known 【C8】______ 'Ed the Head' 【C9】______ his skill 【C10】______ heading goals from corner kicks.
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