The Florida sun baked my shoulders as I worked along the I-595 freeway near Fort Lauderdale, picking up rubbish．I paused to 36 the sweat off my forehead and look up at the cloudless blue sky．“ 37 can’t it rain?”I thought．That would 38 things down．
I thought about my 39 ，who were probably sitting in an air-conditioned 40 right now．I’d had some problems in school， 41 my parents decided to let me 42 full-time with my dad，We both worked for my uncle，who had taken 43 of a maintenance (道路养护) company．It was up to us to keep the roads 44 of rubbish．The job was 45 and dirty, especially on hot days 46 this．I wondered why I ever agreed to do it．
We continued our 47 route along the I-595， 48 for the overpass bridge．Then I noticed an area where some 49 were broken on the ground．It wasn’t like that before．
