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In an essay titled "Inerrancy as Inheritance: Competing Genealogies of Biblical Authority," Published in a book titled _Evangelicals and Scripture: Tradition, Authority and Hermeneutics_, a collection of essays by various authors, Dr. Thomas Buchan, Associate Professor of Church History at Nashotah House Theological Seminary reviews the late Dr. Harold Lindsell's _The Battle for the Bible_, Dr. Jack Rogers and Dr. Donald McKim's _The Authority and Interpretation of the Bible: An Historical Approach_, and Dr. John Woodbridge's _Biblical Authority: A Critique of the Rogers/McKim Proposal_. In this essay, Dr Buchan notes, that Lindsell, Rogers and McKim all agree that the doctrines of biblical inerrancy were not meaningfully discussed or engaged with by theologians until after the 19th centry.

  Lindsell's work, in my opinion, correctly identified the fact that the issue of biblical inerrancy did not become a matter of contention until the nineteenth and twentieth centrues.

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  Rogers and McKim argued correctly that biblical inerrancy as he conceived of it could not be found in the earlier periods of church history.

Dr. Buchan goes on to note:

  These three works sought to settle the question of the status of biblical inerrancy as the authentically evangelical doctrine of Scripture by means of accounting for its historical lineage. Our consideration of them ,however, raises another question: does the project of writing the history of biblical authority need to be re-envisioned? We must face the possibility that Lindsell was right when he observed that the inerrancy of the bible has only become a controversial issue within the recent history of the church. If this is so, we ought not be surprised if we fail to find inerrancy as it has been articulated in the twentieth-century evangelicalism in the theology of the patristic, medieval or Reformation periods.

And concludes by saying,

  None of this rules out a an evangelical commitment to biblical inerrancy as a theology of Scripture, but it does call into question the perceived weight of the claim that an evangelical conception of biblical authority is historically normative.

This is not to say that the doctrine of inerrancy did not exist as an assumed fact by early church fathers, as other answers, like Dick Harfield's have pointed out. The problem is that because the inerrancy of scriptures was assumed, little to no meaningful thought was given to the difference between the original autographs and present manuscripts. The assumption was that there was no difference or only minor topographical errors - errors so minor as to render them essentially meaningless differences. As Mr. Harfield notes:

  Church Fathers up to the time of Augustine were unanimous in considering the scriptures perfect and inerrant, with no apparent thought that the manuscripts known to them differed in any way from the autographs.

Within Jewish circles, there was a belief that scripture was inerrant as early as 200CE (or as late as 500CE) as recorded in the Babylonian Talmud. In _A History of the Jewish People in the Time of Jesus Christ_, author Emil Schürer notes

    "He who says that Moses wrote even one verse of his own knowledge is a denier and despiser of the word of God"³

  The whole Pentateuch was thus now regarded as dictated by God, as prompted by the Spirit of God.⁴ Even the last eight verses of Deuteronomy, in which the death of Moses is related, were said to have been written by Moses himself by means of divine revelation.⁵ Nay at last, the view of a divine dictation was no longer sufficient. The complete book of the law was declared to have been handed to Moses by God, and it was only disputed whether God delivered the whole Thorah to Moses at once or by volumes.⁶

  ³ Babylonian Talmud Sanhedrin 99a
  ⁴ See in general, Joh. Delitzsch, _De inspiratione scriptura sacrae quid statuerint patres apostolici et apologetae secundi saeculi_ (Lips, 1872, pp. 4-8, 14-17
  ⁵ _Baba bathra 15a_ (lat. in Marx, _Traditio rabbinorum veterrima de librorum Bet. Test ordine atque arigine_, Lips. 1884, p 23). Philo, _Vita Mosis_ iii. 39 ed Mang. ii 179). Joseph. _anit._ iv. 8 48.
  ⁶ _Gittin_ 60a

Yet despite this, there was still no distinction between the _textis receptus_ and the manuscripts of the time. This was largely due to the belief that not just the written Torah was inerrant, but the oral Torah was also inerrant and supernaturally preserved as well. User [Aaron Shaffier] of the Mi Yodea Stack Exchange explains:

  Maimonides (also know as the Rambam) codifies 13 principles which are basic to Judaism. These principles are pretty much universally accepted as binding in all Orthodox forms of Judaism. Principle number 8 is, "The belief in the divine origin of the Torah." Principle number 9 is, "The belief in the immutability of the Torah."

  This being said, it is important to differentiate between the idea of the Torah being perfect as understood in Judaism and the concept of "Biblical Inerrancy" as understood by many Christian groups.

  Judaism believes that the Torah was revealed in two parts. The written text of the Torah was dictated to Moses exactly as we have it today. Together with this "Written Torah", much additional information about each commandment, as well as a complete system of Torah interpretation was was also given to Moses and passed down through the generations.

  After the destruction of the Second Holy Temple in 70 CE, a process of collecting and recording these teachings was begun. The teachings of the Oral Torah were eventually codified in the Talmud, Midrash, Zohar etc. This process is explained in great detail in the Introduction of the Mishneh Torah by Maimonides.

  This means that according to Judaism, one cannot just read the text of the Written Torah and fully understand what God wants from us. One needs to also consult the teachings of the Oral Torah.

This explanation, which is supported by Dr. Elizabeth Shanks Alexander in her essay "The Orality of Rabbinic Writing" published in _The Cambridge Companion to the Talmud_ and William Gaventa in his book _Jewish Perspectives on Theology and the Human Experience of Disability_ provides an important clue as to why, though church fathers may have mentioned that there could be differences between the manuscripts of the time and the original autographs, this did not rise to the level of being a distinction between the modern manuscript being inerrant and the original autographs being inerrant.

In much the same way that Judaism had a tradition of oral Torah and a system of adjudicating and clarifying apparent errors in the Torah, so too did Catholicism. Should an issue or question regarding the inerrancy the the original autographs vs. the Vulgate, Geneva Bible or King James, one need only look to the Pope for clarification through an encyclical, decretal, Papal Bull, or other such means of issuing church doctrine. This rendered the question of inerrancy and the whole discussion moot and rather silent until it began to stir in 1512 when Desiderius Erasmus began to collect as many variants and copies of the Vulgate as he could in order to publish a Greek and Latin New Testament Critical Text. Shortly thereafter (1645–1707) John Mill collated 82 additional Greek manuscripts into the _Novum Testamentum Graecum, cum lectionibus variantibus MSS._ he reprinted Desiderius Erasmus' original work, but also enumerated 30,000 textual variants. A few years after publication, Daniel Whitby criticized the work of Mill, and in some way it could be said that this was the first inkling of the idea that only the original autographs might be inerrant. About this same time, Richard Simon, a French Catholic Priest who published a work titled _A Critical History of the Old Testament_ in 1682. This work was controversial in the Catholic Church and 1,300 copies of his work were seized and destroyed by royal decree. According to historian Philip Shaff in _Theological Propaedeutic: A General Introduction to the Study of Theology_ IT WAS SIMON WHO WAS FIRST TO MAKE THE DISTINCTION BETWEEN THE INERRANCY OF THE BIBLE AND THE INERRANCY OF THE ORIGINAL AUTOGRAPHS IN A MEANINGFUL WAY.

It was not until 1881 with the publication of _Inspiration_ by Archibald Hodge and Benjamin B. Warfield, leaders of Princeton Theology that the issue of Biblical inerrancy entered the mind of the theology community, and Warfield and Hodge put forth the doctrine that it was only the original autographs which were inerrant. Only _after_ the topic of inerrancy entered the main stage of theological discussion could the more narrow idea of the inerrancy of the original autographs be put forth and discussed. Though it is obvious that they were not the first, Warfield and Hodges were the most influential in bringing this idea to center stage and it was _Inspiration_ which introduced the topic to the world as we know it today.

This also coincides with the rise of archaeology at the beginning of the 1800s and the Discovery of the Dead Sea Scrolls discovered between 1946 and 1956. As we began to discover older manuscripts and were able to compare them, only then were we able to realize just how different the original manuscripts could be from the present day manuscripts, thus bringing into focus the idea and question that it might only be the original autographs which were inerrant.

Software developer Brandon Staggs has an excellent video discussing the topic.

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answer: Dr. Thomas Buchan is an Associate Professor of Church History at Nashotah House Theological Seminary.

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The HOKKAIDO AMERICAN FOOTBALL ASSOCIATION (北海道アメリカンフットボール協会) or HAFA is an American college football league made up of colleges and universities on the island of Hokkaido, Japan.

Overview

The Hokkaido American Football Association is the highest level of collegiate football in the prefecture of Hokkaido. Eleven universities and colleges compete. The League was founded on April 1, 1975.

Member schools

League 1

  Institution                                                 日本語         Location            Founded   Type       Enrollment   Nickname          Colors
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  Hokkaido University                                         北海道大学     Sapporo, Hokkaido   1876      Public     11,153       Big Green         Green and White
  Hokkai Gakuen University                                    北海学園大学   Sapporo, Hokkaido   1885      Private                 Golden Bears      Black and Gold
  Obihiro University of Agriculture and Veterinary Medicine   帯広畜産大学   Obihiro, Hokkaido   1941      National   1,300        Cowboys           Green, White, and Gold
  Sapporo University                                          札幌大学       Sapporo, Hokkaido   1967      Private                 Cubs              Purple and White
  Hokusei Gakuen University                                   北星学園大学   Sapporo, Hokkaido   1962      Private    4,337        Pirates           Orange and Blue
  Sapporo Gakuin University                                   札幌学院大学   Ebetsu, Hokkaido    1946      Private                 Crimson Knights   Crimson and White

League 2

  Institution                              日本語           Location             Founded   Type       Enrollment   Nickname          Colors
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  Health Sciences University of Hokkaido   北海道医療大学   Tōbetsu, Hokkaido    1974      Private    3,053        First Molars      Navy Blue and White
  Hokkaido University of Science           北海道科学大学   Sapporo, Hokkaido    1967      Private                 Wolves            Black and Orange
  Kushiro Public University of Economics   釧路公立大学     Kushiro, Hokkaido    1988      Public                  Golden Cranes     Black and White
  Muroran Institute of Technology          室蘭工業大学     Muroran, Hokkaido    1949      National                Black Panthers    Black and Gold
  Tokyo University of Agriculture          東京農業大学     Abashiri, Hokkaido   1891      Private                 Fighting Radish   Green and Silver

Former members

  Institution                    日本語         Location          Founded   Type       Enrollment   Nickname     Colors
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  Otaru University of Commerce   小樽商科大学   Otaru, Hokkaido   1910      National   2,425        |Tomahawks

Champions

League 1 champions

  Season   Team             Record   Post-season Results
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  2009     Otaru[1]         5-0
  2010     Otaru[2]         5-0      Lost 2010 Clash Bowl Semifinals
  2011     Otaru[3]         4-1      Lost 2011 Pine Bowl
  2012     Sapporo Gakuin   5-0      Lost 2012 Pine Bowl
  2013     Hokkaido[4]      5-0      Lost 2013 Pine Bowl
  2014     Hokkaido[5]      5-0      Lost 2014 Pine Bowl
  2015     Hokkaido[6]      5-0      Lost 2015 Pine Bowl
  2016     Hokkaido[7]      5-0      Lost 2016 Pine Bowl
  2017     Hokkaido[8]      5-0      Lost 2017 Pine Bowl
  2017     Hokkaido[9]      5-0      Lost 2017 Pine Bowl
  2018     Hokkai Gakuen    5-0      Lost 2018 Pine Bowl

League 2 champions

  Season   Team                Record   Post-season Results
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  2013     Hokkai Gakuen[10]            Lost relegation game vs Obihiro (58-11)
  2014     Hokkai Gakuen[11]            Won relegation game vs Muroran Tech (24-13)
  2015     HSUH[12]                     Lost relegation game vs Hokusei Gakuen (39-7)
  2016     Kushiro[13]                  Lost relegation game vs Sapporo (47-2)
  2017     HSU[14]             4-0      Lost relegation game vs Hokkai Gakuen (74-19)
  2018     Muroran[15]                  Lost relegation game vs Obihiro (45-0)

Pine Bowl

The champion of the Hokkaidō League plays in the Pine Bowl against the champion of the Tohoku Collegiate American Football Association for the North Japan championship.

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title: Hokkaido American Football Association

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My name is Emily Serim, I am 35 years old.  Until yesterday I was the happy mother of two children, a son Duncan and a daughter Raine.  I was happily married to my husband Michael for fifteen years.  We met when I was twenty years old.  He was so odd when I first laid eyes on him at a college dance.  He was sitting watching everyone dance with amusement, but there was something so serene about him.  I had to get to know him.

We ended up dating for only a few weeks before we got married, some may have thought that was way too quick but when family and friends saw us together they knew we were meant to be.  Our relationship was a happy one filled with passionate love making and many nights cuddled together on the couch watching television. When I was 25 we welcomed our first child.  We named her Raine for the dreary day in which she was born.  I will never forget the labor pain I endured with her, Michael was there holding my hand and whispering encouragement into my ear.  My mother was on my other side telling me to push while my father was in the waiting room with an unlit cigar in his mouth and a look of fresh new grandparent joy spread across his thin lips.  He had been a great father and would be an even greater grandfather.

With such a loving home I am at a loss to explain what my daughter had become. The evil, the lies.  How could she have hidden this all from us?  My son Duncan was born on my 30th birthday.  It was an easy pregnancy and delivery.  He was born on a day of fresh spring air and sunlit beauty.  He was a child of pure innocence.  Although he was born two months early he was strong and adapted to the world quickly.

Raine took to being a proper good sister and even at the tender age of five she did all she could to help with the care of her little brother and the upkeep of the house.  I used to laugh when she would try and sweep the floors for us.  It was adorable.  This little girl trying to use a broom three times her height.  She tried so hard, she was a constant joy.  Was it an act?  Was she like this from the beginning?  When did she fall? No. No child could be that deceptive from such a young age. Could they?

When the detectives explained their case and the evidence they had uncovered I could not bring myself to look and when I finally did I was in denial that the images of my daughter with the butchered and disfigured bodies of multiple men.  The pictures looked so mundane at first glance.  Just a smiling child, but that was all.  Upon closer inspection you could see that what she was sitting beside was a gruesome and almost hellish scene.  It was as if someone had photoshopped my daughter into some suicide bombing scene in Iraq.  At first this is what I had believed had been done but the detectives assured me that was not the case.  There was my perpetually happy daughter sitting in a scene of absolute carnage as if she was on a trip to the park.  This picture alone was not enough to convince me of the evil monster I had given birth to.  This could not be her.  This could not be my Raine.

They took the time to explain to me what was happening.  I could hear them but they were like muffled voices a long way off, I just kept staring at the picture they had showed me.  I did not notice one of the detectives had taken out an Android Tablet and began setting it up on the table.  He smelled of spearmint gum and cigarettes.  He looked as if he never showered and shaved only about once a week.  My home felt invaded and even as I sit here in my socks typing this on an old typewriter sipping coffee I still have that feeling.  This is what a rape victim must feel like.  Exposed, scared, alone.  I am alone now in this house.  It seems so much bigger when it’s empty.

The pungent detective brought me back to the reality of my situation as he set the tablet before me with a video queued up. The picture was still, an image of Raine, she wore a face I had never seen before, and it was one of exquisite evil, the type of look that would haunt a person for the rest of their life.  The play button hovered over her face.  He eyes seemed so dark, empty, soulless.  The detective told me to press play whenever I was ready.  I wish I could have sat there permanently.  I never wanted to press that button.  The image of my daughter on the screen mocked me, I tried many times to reach for the screen but I pulled my hand back unable to bring myself to cross the threshold of ignorance into understanding.  Finally the detective felt he had waited long enough, his restlessness became apparent as you could begin to hear the tapping of impatient fingers on the wood grain of the kitchen table.  He reached for the tablet but before he could press the button my finger darted to the screen and pressed play.  It felt as if a force had used me to do that.  I felt outside myself.  As the setting sun began to sink below the hills and the magic hour light faded from my kitchen the video began to play.

The video began with Raine standing there looking into the camera, it was obvious someone else was there as well, holding the camera for her.  “Are you ready?” she asked the person behind the camera and to my astonishment the voice of a child not an adult answered back.  “Yes, I think so.”  It was the voice of another little girl, a little girl I was very familiar with.  She was Hannah, a playmate of my daughter.  The two were joined at the hip when it came to school but in everyday life they seldom played together.  I was not aware of Hannah having been here in at least two months, despite the video clearly showing a date of one week ago.

“Move the camera around so our audience can see our lair.”  My daughter spoke eloquently, far advanced of her tender years, she sounded like another person, the stumbling bubbling speech of a child had been replaced by that of a cold and calculating monster.  The tempo of her voice was soft and even, there was no emotion in the tone.  It was as if something had possessed this child,  but this was reality and I could see the familiar glint of my daughter, this was her true self, the deception was who she presented to her family.

“Why are we making a video Raine?”  Hannah asked meekly.  It was clear Hannah was the subordinate one.

“I want a memento of this day, to watch when I get bored.”  She said with a chilling smile to the camera.  “My mom won’t be home until six so we have a few hours.”

It was clear this event was taking place in my basement.  But I frequently went down there and never found anything to be amiss.  After a moment the reasoning became all too clear.  Our house was an old one and there are some place in old houses that only children knew about.  She watched as the camera followed Raine to a spot under the stairs. In the corner was a small door which she disappeared through, a moment later the camera followed her in.  When the camera adjusted to the dimmer light a room became apparent on the video.  It was a room built underground off the house, it must have been used long ago to store food items to save them from the summer heat.  I had not been aware that this room existed but was not surprised, it was tucked away beneath the stairs.

Inside the room, was a bed, a dresser and a small table in the corner.  There was no covering on the wall and the beams looked like ribs painted a dusted white that gave the whole room an ethereal look.  Everything appeared just a bit too small for a normal person, the ceiling was low, an adult would have to stoop down to navigate the room.  This was a place designed for a child.  The camera panned around and I was able to see more of the room.  There was a mirror on the opposite wall by the door.  A dirty rug that had the obvious browned stains of blood was frayed on the corners with an image of a child playing in a garden embroidered on it. This room was like something from another world, something you would see in a nightmare or a horror movie, I could not believe this place had been beneath my feet for months, and who knows how much longer.  Raine had lived in this house her entire life but there had never been any indication of her disappearing down here or anything out of the ordinary for that matter.  I didn’t want to see anymore, I didn’t want to see what my daughter was going to do down here.  I wanted to run from the house but I couldn’t move I was transfixed on the screen, the whole world had disappeared leaving only me and this video, the images consumed me, drawing me in.

“Ok set the camera up over there, he won’t be able to see it there and we’ll be able to capture everything.”

“Did Allie do this for you last week?”  I could hear Hannah ask as the picture went crazy with the fiddling she was doing.

“Another girl was involved in this?”  I asked the detective.

“It appears she had at least three other girls beside her were involved in this.  All have been taken into custody and will be questioned later when things calm down a bit.  The media is going haywire about this.”  He had said.

The jerking movement of the camera stopped and the whole of the room was now in full view of the camera.  “Where should I go?”
“Just wait at the top of the stairs until I call you ok?”

I could hear Hannah leave and a moment later I could hear the quiet shuffling of her feet on the stairs but the door did not open or close so it was obvious she was sitting at the top of the stairs just out of sight but within ear shot.

When Hannah was gone Raine went to the camera and looked into the lens, her eyes were wide and crazed like a rabid animal.  These were not the eyes of a child anymore but those of a predator.  After inspecting the camera she smiled into it as if nodding to a future audience.  “Enjoy the show.” She said.  She then walked over to the bed and sat down.  She remained there motionless and silent for the next fifteen minutes until a knock on the door brought her out of her own head and back into the world.  She glanced at the camera before getting up and walking out of the room, a few minutes later she came back in but she was not alone.  There was a man accompanying her now, he was about 5’10 but that was hard to tell because he had to stoop over in this child’s secret room.  He was thin and at least between forty and fifty years of age with a short gray haircut.  He wore khaki pants and a blue and white plaid shirt.  She took him by the hand and escorted him to the bed.

“I didn’t think you were real.”  He said as he sat down on the bed and she stood in front of him holding his hands in hers.  “I can’t believe this is real, I’m so glad I answered your message online.

 My daughter pushed him gently back on the bed until he was lying down crossways with his legs planted on the floor.   Even in the dim room you could tell the man was aroused and he was expecting a taste of forbidden fruit.  Raine stepped away from him and walked across the room as the man began to unbutton his shirt preparing to indulge in the festivities yet to come. As he was busying himself Raine was opening the dresser drawer.  From the angle of the camera I could see a strange looking knife she had taken from the top drawer of the dresser.  It looked to be a jagged blade with a bone handle, I had never seen anything like it.  She hid the knife behind her back as she turned back toward the man now lying on the bed shirt open and pants unbuckled.  Raine walked toward him moving seductively hiding the blade behind her back.  She walked up between the man’s legs that were still hung over the bed planted on the floor, the man reached for Raine still thinking this was his lucky day.  As he reached for her, he hand moved in a flash from behind her back, the fingers that had been reaching for the forbidden flesh of a child were instantly severed, before he had time for a reaction Raine had turned the blade and thrust it into the man’s chest right below the sternum.  A blood curdling cry filled the small room and Raine looking right into the old man’s eyes pulled the jagged knife, slicing from sternum to groin.  This silenced the man as he went into shock and the only noise escaping from his mouth now was a gurgling sound of him drowning in his own blood.

I was shocked, horrified… sick.  I jumped from my chair and rushed to the sink.  The vomit was thick and smelled of coffee and bile.  When I was done I turned on the faucet to try and wash it down the sink.  I couldn’t watch anymore, the detectives seemed to understand this and put the tablet away.  They told me the rest of the video was my daughter bringing Hannah back in and having her help clean up,  she had convinced the neighborhood girls that what they were doing was a good thing by riding the world of men who would prey on children.  She had them thinking they were doing God’s work.  These girls thought their parents would be proud of them.  Hannah was clearly shaken by what she had seen and done I knew she would be traumatized for life, but they explained Raine had just been humming away as she began wringing a sponge and wiping away the blood.  They said they had never seen anything so disturbing especially from a child.
I could no longer think, I had no idea the response expected from me or if I would have to defend myself against accusation of my complicity in my daughter's actions.  There is no possibility of people feeling sympathy for me because there is no one who could believe I knew nothing, I would not even believe it myself if I were not the one to experience this horror myself, my daughter had been so cunning and absolute in her deception that forever people would ask when exactly did I know that Raine had fallen into evil?

END part 2

title: [SF] I Never Knew Raine Fell, part 2

question: Summarize Raine's transition (from Emily's perspective) from an adorable daughter to an evil monster.

text: A few details are missing as to Emily's reaction to the information she got from the detectives.

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Emily Serim and her husband have two children - Raine and Duncan. The name Raine was given to the girl because of the dreary day she was born. Duncan was born when Raine was five years old. Raine was quite adorable and took her task of being a good sister seriously. She took care of Duncan and would even help clean the house by using a broom three times her height to sweep the floors.
On the day detectives came to Emily to show her what her daughter had been up to, she saw Raine orchestrate the torture and killing of pedophile men who she lured into a room on the promise of sex.

text:
The answer should mention that Raine had at least three other girls her age as her accomplices, convinced them that what they did was God's work, and they were ridding the world of pedophile men.
The answer should also state that Raine would have Hannah video the gruesome acts for her viewers.

answer:
Emily Serim and her husband have two children - Raine and Duncan. The name Raine was given to the girl because of the dreary day she was born. Duncan was born when Raine was five years old. Raine was quite adorable and took her task of being a good sister seriously. She took care of Duncan and would even help clean the house by using a broom three times her height to sweep the floors.
On the day detectives came to Emily to show her what her daughter had been up to, she saw Raine orchestrate the torture and killing of pedophile men who she lured into a room on the promise of sex.

text: The answer omits the part where Raine is shown to be evil.

text: The answer omits the part where Raine is caught on camera.

text: The answer omits the part where Raine is caught on video.

text: It is omitted that Emily is shocked and horrified by what she saw.

text: The answer should mention that Emily is in disbelief about Raine's actions.

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-The answer omits that Raine was a cheerful and happy child.

-It does not mention that the girl was a victim of child abuse and that she was sexually assaulted by an unknown man.

-The answer omits that Raine was smart and knew how to manipulate people.

-It also omits that Raine was a psychopath.

text: The answer should mention Raine's actual transition from a seemingly loving daughter to an evil monster.

text: Duncan was born on Emily's 30th birthday.

text: Specify that Emily saw no signs of Raine's homicidal or evil behavior before the video evidence.

text: Specify that Raine took joy in killing the man.

text: It should be mentioned it seems Raine had manipulated Emily into thinking she was a sweet young girl.

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Emily Serim and her husband have two children - Raine and Duncan. The name Raine was given to the girl because of the dreary day she was born. Duncan was born when Raine was five years old. Raine was quite adorable and took her task of being a good sister seriously. She took care of Duncan and would even help clean the house by using a broom three times her height to sweep the floors.
On the day detectives came to Emily to show her what her daughter had been up to, she saw Raine orchestrate the torture and killing of pedophile men who she lured into a room on the promise of sex. Emily was horrified and revolted as she rushed away from the video been shown by the detectives, vomiting into the sink and trying to process what she just saw.

text: The answer omits the part where Raine is shown to be a monster when she is caught on camera with the disfigured bodies of multiple men.

text: The answer omits the part where Raine is shown to be the mastermind behind the killings.

text: The answer should mention that Raine was a seemingly normal child who was very close to her family.

text: The answer should mention that the detectives showed Emily a video of Raine and Hannah.

text: The answer should mention that Raine was the ringleader of a group of girls.

text: The last sentence is unnecessary.

text: '...and would even help clean the house...' makes it sound like Emily forces Raine to clean. It is not so.

answer: No answer

text: The entire story is about Emily realizing Raine's deceptive and murderous nature. The police show her a video where Raine tricks a pedophile into a secret room in their house's basement and kills him.

answer: No answer

text: The answer should mention the video.

text: The answer should mention the transition from Raine being a helpful sister to her being a serial killer.

text: It is omitted that Raine was a good sister to her little brother and helped with the care of him and the upkeep of the house. She tried to sweep the floors for her mother, which was adorable. She was a constant joy.

text: The response misses to provide an answer to the task.

text: The answer should mention the fact that Emily is at a loss to explain Raine's transition.

text: There is a response that can be generated for this answer.

answer:
Emily Serim and her husband have two children - Raine and Duncan. The name Raine was given to the girl because of the dreary day she was born. Duncan was born when Raine was five years old. Raine was quite adorable and took her task of being a good sister seriously. She took care of Duncan and would even help clean the house by using a broom three times her height to sweep the floors.
On the day detectives came to Emily to show her what her daughter had been up to, she saw Raine orchestrate the torture and killing of pedophile men who she lured into a room on the promise of sex. Emily was horrified and revolted as she rushed away from the video been shown by the detectives, vomiting into the sink and trying to process what she just saw.

text: The first sentence is irrelevant.


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	One afternoon, I was playing basketball with a few of my friends at the outdoor courts by our old Junior High. It was summer and it was hot, probably in the upper 90s. Not everyone’s ideal weather for some ball, but we loved to play and had nothing better to do.We are all moderately good at the game, some of us better than the others. I wouldn’t consider myself to be the best. Will, my best friend, is on the varsity team for his fourth year in a row, while I only played my first two years in high school for JV. Our other two friends, Jordan and Andres, weren’t necessarily as good as us two, but they knew the game and could play at a moderate level.
	We usually play two-on-two, but after we get bored of that we go to H-O-R-S-E or Baseketball, a hybrid of basketball and baseball that Jordan said he saw in a movie once. That day, after a few games of two-on-two, Cooper and Andres winning two games, while Jordan and I beat them once, we decided to play a game of H-O-R-S-E. Honestly, I hate the game and all the guys know it. For some reason, my shooting turns to complete crap and I can’t sink a single shot. Andres always tells me that I suck at shooting to begin with, but I know for a fact that I could beat him in a game of one-on-one any day. He knows it too.
	Anyway, we started our game of H-O-R-S-E by figuring out the order, which was according to the order of who could make a 3-pointer first. Will made the first three, so he went first. His first attempt was a successful baseline jumper. I followed, since I was second in the order, and got lucky. Swish. No “H” for me. Andres went after me and he also made the shot. Last but not least, Jordan went for it. Airball. He missed completely and received his first letter. H.
	About five rounds later, I found myself in last place. I had H-O-R-S, while Andres and Jordan both had H-O-R, and Will had merely an H. It was my turn. Will just made a simple free throw. Easy. I could make that shot in my sleep any day. But this was in a game of H-O-R-S-E. I took my time, bouncing the ball a couple of times, spinning it in my hands. Finally, I took a deep breath and released the shot. I felt good about it, the ball was headed for the center of the rim, and I knew I put the right amount of arc on it. Everything was smooth sailing right up until it hit the back of the rim. The ball bounced up, as we all stared directly at it, and then took another bounce on the front of the rim. The rim gave the ball a bad bounce and, after what felt like hours, it was obvious that I had missed. I was the first one knocked out. H-O-R-S-E. I let out a dramatic “NOOO!” letting everyone in a fifty mile radius of how upset I was. The other guys yelled obnoxiously also, as if I hadn’t known I missed my shot.
	I was pissed that I had to just sit there bored-to-death and wait for the guys to finish their game, so I decided to steal Jordan’s basketball and shoot at the next court over. I started with a free throw shot, which I made. Of course.
	I then began to work on my slam dunks. I’m 6’2, so I can touch the rim easy, but it’s always a struggle to actually dunk with the ball. I tried a couple of times without the ball, just like I said, too easy. So, finally, I gave it a shot with the ball in my hands. I went up for the dunk, and boing! The ball bounced right off the rim as I tried slamming it through. I tried again, but this time I gave myself a longer running start. One step. Dribble. Another. Dribble. Two steps, and then I jumped.
	Liftoff.
	I felt good about this one right from the start. I jumped higher. I had a good grip on the ball. Everything felt right. I knew it was going to go in this time. And right I was.
	It felt so cool to finally dunk the ball. I mean I had before, technically, but on a 9ft hoop. But this time, 10ft baby! The noise the ball made as I forced it down the basket’s throat, making that net swoosh, was like no other.
	“YAAAA! You guys see that?!”
	“See what?” Bill asked.
	“My dunk!”
	“No joke?” said Jordan.
	Andres added, “Yeah right, man. We know you ain’t got no skill!”
	“Whatever! I’ll do it again! Just watch this time.”
	With all eyes on me, I went through the same motions I  made previously. I took my steps and jumped. Everything felt about the same, except I wasn’t as focused. I was all jittery since I knew everyone was watching. Regardless, I did my best to follow through. I attempted to slam the ball into the hoop and grab onto the rim, but rather I slammed it directly against the rim, which made me lose my balance. Instead of being able to hold onto the rim and swing my body, my momentum caused my legs to fly forward as my upper body, including my head began to fly back. And then the world seemed to stop.
	Black.
	I woke up and saw all the guys standing around me. They were shouting at each other. I think Will yelled at Jordan to call 9-1-1. I asked them what happened, but they just told me to stay calm. I couldn’t remember much of anything at first, but it all rushed backed to me when Andres said something about how much “damn blood” there was, and I realized I was laying on the ground. I tried to get up, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t feel my legs at all and could barely feel my arms.
	“Guys, I can’t feel anything!”
	“Evan, it’s gonna be okay! Just stay on the ground. An ambulance is on it’s way,” Will said, trying to relax me.
	“There’s so much damn blood, man!” Andres shouted.
	Will yelled to him, “Shut up, Andres! Gimme your shirt. Here Evan, lift up your head. I’m gonna put his shirt underneath your head as a pillow and to stop the bleeding.”
	I lifted my head for Will to put the shirt underneath. When I set it back down, I noticed the tingling sensation on the back of my head. I immediately forgot about it because of the burning I felt on my back. It was almost 100 degrees and I was laying on the blacktop, probably with numerous scrapes. The pain I felt made everything extremely uncomfortable but it also gave me some ease. I could feel my back. I knew this might mean my spine wasn’t completely messed up. Regardless, it still hurt. It hurt so bad I just wanted to fall asleep so I didn’t have to deal with it. I closed my eyes.
	Will shouted at me to wake up. He told me to stay awake. Jordan then asked for my mom’s cell phone number and I recited it to him quite well. I still couldn’t feel my legs though.
	I heard sirens growing closer.
	Jordan said my mom didn’t answer but he left her a voicemail telling her what happened. I started to worry. I felt like such an idiot. How could I have let this happen? I honestly thought there was a possibility of me dying that day.
	“There’s so much damn blood!”
	An ambulance and a firetruck arrived shortly thereafter and a bunch of the paramedics and firefighters started to surround us. The asked me a ton of questions, like who the president was, what year it was, who am I, where I live, etc. Obama. 2013. Evan Benowitz. 255 Alderglenn Drive.
	They turned me over to look at the wound on the back of head. I started to get the feeling back in my legs around then. Then they asked more questions about where I felt pain and how bad it was. I told them it was just my head, neck, shoulders, and back. I didn’t say anything about the feeling in my legs. They then loaded me up with a neck brace onto a stretcher and into the back of the ambulance, which was the most uncomfortable ride of my entire life. One of the paramedics road back there with me, talking to me, trying to keep me calm. He gave me my phone to make any calls, but my mom still didn’t answer her phone. Before I put my phone in my pocket, I sent a text to Will saying “Thank you guys.”
	The ambulance arrived at the hospital fifteen minutes later and they rolled me into the emergency room. A nurse cleaned me up and then took me into many a couple different rooms to get X-rays and a CAT scan. After all the various tests, which were very uncomfortable, the nurse took me back into the ER section and left me to find the doctor.
	I laid there, just looking up at the ceiling. I barely even noticed that I was in a room designed for kids. Dora and Boots were both painted on the walls probably to cheer up young patients. I wasn’t tired. I just thought to myself. I was upset and scared. An hour or so before that, I thought I might be paralyzed or even dead.
	“Hey, buddy.” It was the paramedic who was in the back of the ambulance. “I hope you get better soon. No more pretending to be like Mike, okay?”
	“Promise. Thank you for everything.”
	“No problem. It’s my job.”
	I could tell he truly cared, which made me feel somewhat better.
	Right after that, my mom walked into the room. At first she didn’t say anything, and neither did I. She kinda just looked at me with relieved yet sad look on her face. She had been through a lot. Ever since my dad died right before high school, she had been on her own.
	I was the first one to speak: “I’m sorry, mom.”
	With those words, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I started crying. She rushed to my side. Then she started crying.
	“I know the bills are gonna cost so much money. Money we don’t have with dad gone. Mom, I’m so sorry.”
	“Evan, forget the money. I’m just glad you’re okay. I never want to lose you.”

	“I love you, mom.”

	“I love you too, son.”

title: Paralysis

question: What does the text say about the narrator's interactions with his mom?

text: This makes it seem like the interaction has happened on the basketball court. Mention that they are at the hospital.

answer: When Evan is injured on the basketball court, Jordan calls Evan's mom.  They didn't say anything to each other initially when she first saw him, but her face was both relieved and sad. Evan feels guilty about his injury because his mom has been on her own since his dad died. He apologizes to her and they both start crying. He apologizes again about the money the hospital trip will cost. She tells him to forget the money, as she's just happy he's okay. She tells him she never wants to lose him and they both say "I love you".

text: Clarify that the mother and Evan met at the hospital after he was treated, not at the basketball court.

answer: The narrator apologizes to his mom for the medical bills. His mom reassures him that she is just glad he is okay. The narrator tells his mom that he loves her, and she says she loves him too.

text: The answer omits the narrator's worry about how his mother will cope with the medical bills.

text: The answer omits the narrator's worry about how his mom will cope with the medical bills.

text: The answer should mention the narrator's accident.

text: The answer omits the narrator's concern about the medical bills.

text: The answer omits the narrator's initial text to his mother after the accident.

text: The answer should mention that the narrator is worried about the medical bills because his father died and they don't have much money.

text: The answer could include more details about the narrator's interactions with his mom.

text: The narrator's mom is not in the scene where he is injured.

answer: The narrator apologizes to his mom for the medical bills. His mom reassures him that she is just glad he is okay. The narrator tells his mom that he loves her, and she says she loves him too.

answer: When Evan is injured on the basketball court, Jordan calls Evan's mom. His mom eventually shows up to the hospital. They didn't say anything to each other initially when she first saw him, but her face was both relieved and sad. Evan feels guilty about his injury because his mom has been on her own since his dad died. He apologizes to her and they both start crying. He apologizes again about the money the hospital trip will cost. She tells him to forget the money, as she's just happy he's okay. She tells him she never wants to lose him and they both say "I love you".

answer: When Evan is injured on the basketball court, Jordan calls Evan's mom. His mom eventually shows up to the hospital. They didn't say anything to each other initially when she first saw him, but her face was both relieved and sad. Evan feels guilty about his injury because his mom has been on her own since his dad died. He apologizes to her and they both start crying. He apologizes again about the money the hospital trip will cost. She tells him to forget the money, as she's just happy he's okay. She tells him she never wants to lose him and they both say "I love you".

text: The answer should mention that Evan is worried about the medical bills.

text: The answer omits that Evan is worried about how his injury will affect his mother financially.

text: The answer should mention that the narrator is worried about the medical bills.

text: The answer should mention that Evan is worried about the cost of the medical bills.

text: The answer omits that Evan is worried that his mom didn't answer her phone.

text: The answer should mention that Evan texted Will after arriving at the hospital.

text: Jordan's call to Evan's mom isn't very important.

answer: When Evan is injured on the basketball court, Jordan calls Evan's mom.  They didn't say anything to each other initially when she first saw him, but her face was both relieved and sad. Evan feels guilty about his injury because his mom has been on her own since his dad died. He apologizes to her and they both start crying. He apologizes again about the money the hospital trip will cost. She tells him to forget the money, as she's just happy he's okay. She tells him she never wants to lose him and they both say "I love you".

text: "They didn't say anything to each other initially when she first saw him, but her face was both relieved and sad" - this is inaccurate. They didn't say anything to each other because they were both crying.

text: Evan is the one who calls his mom.

text: "They didn't say anything to each other initially when she first saw him, but her face was both relieved and sad." - this is inaccurate. It was Evan who first spoke and said sorry to his mom.

text: He is being watched by Will while they play basketball.

text: The answer should mention that since Evan's dad died, his mum had been through a lot.


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Hi im a 16 year aspiring writer and these is one of my short stories, please try to as critical as you can.

It was a cold afternoon. The old retiree opened the back door of his one-storey dwelling carrying a light brown leather leash with a robust metal chain and the end of it. Therein almost immediately barking ensued. The barking was of his dog, ecstatic in the knowledge of what was to follow. The dog was confined to a small caged perimeter in the corner of the retiree’s backyard. It was a dog that was neither big nor small, but in either case it was one which could have been loyal, accessible and most of all obedient to the man, had it not been neglected. The dog had a name but the old man in his petulance had always called it, Dumb Dog.

Dumb Dog had gone overlooked after the demise of the old man’s wife. Who in her last stand of her doomed battle with cancer, had given it to her spouse, as a parting gift. One that was to bring him companionship in the time he had left on this earth without her. The old man however saw the creature as nothing but smut and frankly only kept it around for the sake of not upsetting his children for when they payed a visit, which increasingly became scarcer by the months.

The old man would soon grow tired of the dog’s barking and would use the leash in his hand to lash the dog into silence. The dog, which was evidently malnourished, yelped woefully and cowered to the ground, as the old man shouted, uncalled for obscenities at it.

It is often said that canines are the only animals that have truly seen their Gods. But if Dumb Dog didn't know it, he was sure to have an idea, that his God was a callous one. A man who lived his life with consuming rage and anger, belittling sentiments and utter despise for anything that was a threat to his pride. The old man was nothing but a ruthless brute that ruled the house once with alcohol pumping through his veins and his fists pounding through his loved ones and yet old age had now mellowed him. But if Dumb Dog had a say in all of this, he would agree that old dogs never learn new tricks and the old man would still yet remain somewhat of a hard knock.

Walking along the pavement, Dumb Dog, in his excitement and foolishness would stretch the old man every so often. Having the old man to either pull back the leash causing Dumb Dog to choke on his own collar or to simply beat some darn sense into him. Nevertheless when they reached the park, the old man would free Dumb Dog from his shackles to roam the green with liberty, it was a sentiment of absolute annoyance on behalf of the old man.

With Dumb Dog sniffing, urinating and exorcising the true nature of his kind, the old man realised that another dog, a much bigger one had entered the fray, unattended and with no God to govern him. The big dog was of a German Shepard kind, if not a cross breed and it had all the characteristics of being a wild and evil dog.

The bad dog trotted along the concrete pavement that ran through the park tending to its own business. The old man unconsciously thought about the safety of himself and even his redundant canine companion. He rose to his feet instinctively and began to hurry towards Dumb Dog, it was the least he could do. Yet at the same exact moment, Dumb Dog himself had spotted the Bad Dog and because of its purity and stupidity, it ran directly towards it. The old man shouted at Dumb Dog to stop, but Dumb Dog wasn't trained for that sort of authority nor was he ready for what was to follow.

By the time the old man had reached the dogs, the German Shepard was declared the champion, except Dumb Dog was never a contender. Dumb Dog’s gullet was being yanked wildly in this moment in time. It was brutal to watch but even more so brutal to be at the receiving end of it. Poor Dumb Dog thought the old man, who tried in vain to remove the Bad Dog off of Dumb Dog, by kicking and stomping on it, which seemed to work for a while, or he had at least hoped it had worked. Only for it to turn out to be an unwise idea, for as the German Shepard turned its fury towards the old man and even bit him on the hand. The old man moved away swiftly in fear and continued to watch in horror as Bad Dog went back to finish the job at hand. The old man, helpless as he watched the life seize in dumb dog did not try again; he simply consoled himself, with the idea that every dog had its day. Foolishness had been the reason behind that day for Dumb Dog.

The old man would later forget what happened exactly after the attack mostly to the shock he had encountered. But it did occur to him that he had made a statement to the police regarding the incident. He had gone to the hospital to have his hand examined, which explained the bandage that wrapped his right hand and then him talking to his youngest daughter over the telephone just before he went to sleep, where she had told him amongst other things “don't worry, we’ll get you another one”. Get me another one? He thought. What for? He imagined? To entertain him? To keep him company? Or to feel less bad about not being visited by his children? Of course it was the latter, but he couldn't be sure.

The next day was nothing out of the ordinary; nothing had changed for the old man, after all the dog was nothing but a burden, which had never excited an emotion in him. Although it must be said that whilst reading the day’s newspaper he did hear the bark of a dog and it had made him think of Dumb Dog almost instantly. He didn't particularly miss him but, it was his dog nonetheless, it belonged to him, it was his possession and it was taken from him just like his wife had been many months ago.

Many days would pass since the attack, when the old man made a phone call to the police officer that had taken his statement. The old man had called to enquire about the case of the Bad Dog. He was truly banking on the fact that it had been found and destroyed by now; after all it was what he had been promised. For it had no purpose left, besides to kill and kill again. Yet the police did not find the dog nor did they even look as far as the old man was concerned. He tried to bite his tongue in, once he heard the outcome, but he couldn't help it when he shouted, that the police force were just a bunch of “inconsiderate, uninterested and imprudent lot of pricks”.

Months had past, when whilst walking through the same park that had been the setting of Dumb Dog’s death, the old man spotted a German Shepard, which had unmistakably resembled Bad Dog. This time with its owner or God. The old man didn't think twice about it and he approached the owner. Not in interest or curiosity as one would expect, but with accusations and allegations. Bewildered, the owner denied every single bit of it. He was adamant that his dog was trained and not in any way a danger to people or other dogs for that matter. The accusations would then turn into abuse and almost into a physical confrontation between the two bickering parties. The police would eventually arrive whom concerned witnesses had called. They tried telling the old man to move on and that he had accused the wrong dog. But the old man’s antics would spill over to them. They weren’t only disinterested; they were also lying through their teeth, he held.

It was clear that the old man was a fellow with too much pride. The empty bottle of Jack in the living room that same night did not signify sorrow and yearn for Dumb Dog, instead it was to numb the battering his pride had taken. It was also that same night that a show was on the television box. A documentary on dogs, dangerous dogs. Among the many mongrels was the American Pit Bull. It was a dog that was not big in size but big in bite. The more the old man listened, the more he thought about revenge against Bad Dog. He would have his day, he supposed as soon as Good Dog got a hold of him.

The next day, the old man had withdrawn his entire pension payment and had combined it with what little savings he had. He was to buy a Pit Bull, a killer to kill a dog, which had killed another dog, it was confusing, but it had to be done and it needed to be done straight away, thus puppies were out of the question. He searched for a full-grown pure breed, but none wanted to sell, until he met Dave a man who was willing to part with his for cash to fix his heroin habit. Dave was a crook no less, but he had the decency to tell the old man, that it was an unwise decision, he was not his dogs God and he couldn't command him like Dave could. But the old man knew that once he had seen Butch he had seen his accomplice, he would tame him and they would be buddies he believed.

Butch or Good Dog as he became to be known, tried to kill the old man for the next month or so. But steady food and shelter made him a sympathizer. Another month would pass and another after that. Up until the point where old man would grow fond of Good Dog; he had made him smile and laugh. For a moment the old man even thought about abandoning his plans for revenge, in the fear that something bad would come of it for Good Dog. That was to be the case until one day, when the victim would come face to face with his old nemesis. Bad Dog was there at the park once again with his owner, but so was Good Dog. He knew what Good Dog was capable of, after all he had witnessed him shred countless tires in the backyard. So he knew the outcome, but what if he got injured? He asked himself.

But pride was fucking the old man; it was bigger and stronger then one hundred Good Dog’s. He wandered over to Bad Dog and the owner, who appeared to be teasing the dog into jumping for a plastic toy. Once real close, he unleashed Good Dog.

Thanks

title: A story about an old man who’s dog is killed by another dog and his attempt to buy another dog to kill the culprit.

question: Summarize the events that led to the death of Dumb Dog.

text: Dumb Dog is able to walk.

answer: Dumb Dog belongs to the old man. It used to belong to his wife. However, he was forced to take over its ownership after his wife's passing. The old man doesn't treat Dumb Dog very well, leading to it being malnourished and unable to walk most of the time. One day, the old man took the dog to the park and let it roam around. A bigger dog (a German Shephard) came into the park and Dumb Dog trotted towards it. The big dor saw Dumb Dog coming closer and attacked it, ripping its throat. The old man tried to intervene but was bitten as well. The police soon arrived and the old man made a report. However, the police never found the dog.

text: The frist 4 sentences are irrelevant to the question and should be removed.

text: The last 2 sentences are irrelevant to the question and should be removed.

answer: Dumb Dog belongs to the old man. It used to belong to his wife. However, he was forced to take over its ownership after his wife's passing. The old man doesn't treat Dumb Dog very well, leading to it being malnourished and unable to walk most of the time. One day, the old man took the dog to the park and let it roam around. A bigger dog (a German Shephard) came into the park and Dumb Dog trotted towards it. The big dor saw Dumb Dog coming closer and attacked it, ripping its throat. The old man tried to intervene but was bitten as well. The police soon arrived and the old man made a report. However, the police never found the dog.

text: The police never arrived at the scene of the crime.

text: The police never arrived.

text: The response includes extraneous information not useful for the task.

text: The events were in a different order.

answer: The old man went out with his now deceased dog, Dumb. While in the park, Dumb Spot a bigger dog, Bad Dog, and ran after it. The old man tried to stop Dumb from running, but he was too late. Bad Dog attacked Dumb and killed him.

text: The old man was not out with his dog. He was walking his dog.

text: The old man's name is not given.

text: The old man was not out with his now deceased dog. He was out with his dog, Dumb.

text: The old man was also injured

text: The old man is unnamed.

text: Inaccuracy: The old man allowed his dog to run wild.

text: Provide context regarding how Dumb Dog was treated by the Old Man to emphasize how much Dumb Dog wanted to roam freely in the park, which then explains why its encounter with the Bad Dog ended up as such. As for the actual death, mention that the Old Man tried to fight off Bad Dog, but he was also bitten which forced him to give up on saving Dumb Dog.

answer: Dumb Dog belongs to the old man. It used to belong to his wife. However, he was forced to take over its ownership after his wife's passing. The old man doesn't treat Dumb Dog very well, leading to it being malnourished and frightened most of the time. One day, the old man took the dog to the park and let it roam around. A bigger dog (a German Shephard) came into the park and Dumb Dog trotted towards it. The big dor saw Dumb Dog coming closer and attacked it, ripping its throat. The old man tried to intervene but was bitten as well. The police soon arrived and the old man made a report. However, the police never found the dog.

text: The police never arrived

text: The police did not come to the park. The police took the old man's report after the event.

text: The police arriving is irrelevant.

text: "The old man tried to intervene but was bitten as well. The police soon arrived and the old man made a report. However, the police never found the dog." - these never happened because Dumb Dog was already dead at the time the owner tried to intervene.

text: The first four sentences are unnecessary and should be removed.

category: other

category_text: unnecessary information

answer: The old man went out with his now deceased dog, Dumb. While in the park, Dumb Spot a bigger dog, Bad Dog, and ran after it. The old man tried to stop Dumb from running, but he was too late. Bad Dog attacked Dumb and killed him.

text: "Dumb Spot a bigger dog" should be "Dumb spotted a bigger dog"

answer: Dumb Dog belongs to the old man. It used to belong to his wife. However, he was forced to take over its ownership after his wife's passing. The old man doesn't treat Dumb Dog very well, leading to it being malnourished and frightened most of the time. One day, the old man took the dog to the park and let it roam around. A bigger dog (a German Shephard) came into the park and Dumb Dog trotted towards it. The big dor saw Dumb Dog coming closer and attacked it, ripping its throat. The old man tried to intervene but was bitten as well. The police soon arrived and the old man made a report. However, the police never found the dog.

text: 'The big dor saw Dumb Dog...' - This answer contains a typo. Correct "dor" to "dog."

text: In the fourth sentence, the answer should add that the old man often neglected Dumb Dog.


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This is a list of the native living mammals of New Zealand.[1] It does not include introduced species, nor extinct Saint Bathans Fauna.

Conservation status

The following tags are used to highlight each species' conservation status as assessed by the International Union for Conservation of Nature:

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     EXTINCT                 No reasonable doubt that the last individual has died.
     EXTINCT IN THE WILD     Known only to survive in captivity or as a naturalized populations well outside its previous range.
     CRITICALLY ENDANGERED   The species is in imminent risk of extinction in the wild.
     ENDANGERED              The species is facing an extremely high risk of extinction in the wild.
     VULNERABLE              The species is facing a high risk of extinction in the wild.
     NEAR THREATENED         The species does not meet any of the criteria that would categorise it as risking extinction but it is likely to do so in the future.
     LEAST CONCERN           There are no current identifiable risks to the species.
     DATA DEFICIENT          There is inadequate information to make an assessment of the risks to this species.
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Order: Chiroptera (bats)

The most distinguishing feature of bats is that their forelimbs are developed as wings, making them the only mammals capable of flight. Bat species account for about 20% of all mammals.

-   Family: Mystacinidae
    -   Genus: _Mystacina_
        -   New Zealand greater short-tailed bat, _Mystacina robusta_ (possibly extinct)
        -   New Zealand lesser short-tailed bat, _Mystacina tuberculata_
-   Family: Vespertilionidae
    -   Subfamily: Vespertilioninae
        -   Genus: _Chalinolobus_
            -   New Zealand long-tailed bat, _Chalinolobus tuberculatus_

Order: Cetacea (whales, dolphins and porpoises)

[Southern right whale] [Bryde's whale] [Sperm whales made Kaikoura as a world-famous whale-watching region] [Pygmy sperm whale] [Pantropical spotted dolphin] [Dusky dolphins off Kaikoura] [A Hector's dolphin near Akaroa] The order Cetacea includes whales, dolphins and porpoises. They are the mammals most fully adapted to aquatic life with a spindle-shaped nearly hairless body, protected by a thick layer of blubber, and forelimbs and tail modified to provide propulsion underwater. New Zealand is the first country in the world to protect marine mammals by law.

-   Suborder: Mysticeti
    -   Family: Balaenidae
        -   Genus: _Eubalaena_
            -   Southern right whale, _Eubalaena australis_
    -   Family: Balaenopteridae
        -   Subfamily: Balaenopterinae
            -   Genus: _Balaenoptera_
                -   Minke whale, _Balaenoptera acutorostrata_
                -   Bryde's whale, _Balaenoptera edeni_
                -   Sei whale, _Balaenoptera borealis_
                -   Fin whale, _Balaenoptera physalus_
                -   Blue whale, _Balaenoptera musculus_
        -   Subfamily: Megapterinae
            -   Genus: _Megaptera_
                -   Humpback whale, _Megaptera novaeangliae_
    -   Family: Neobalaenidae
        -   Genus: _Caperea_
            -   Pygmy right whale, _Caperea marginata_
-   Suborder: Odontoceti
    -   Superfamily: Platanistoidea
        -   Family: Phocoenidae
            -   Genus: _Phocoena_
                -   Spectacled porpoise, _Phocoena dioptrica_
        -   Family: Physeteridae
            -   Genus: _Physeter_
                -   Sperm whale, _Physeter macrocephalus_
        -   Family: Kogiidae
            -   Genus: _Kogia_
                -   Pygmy sperm whale, _Kogia breviceps_
                -   Dwarf sperm whale, _Kogia sima_
        -   Family: Ziphidae
            -   Genus: _Ziphius_
                -   Cuvier's beaked whale, _Ziphius cavirostris_
            -   Genus: _Berardius_
                -   Arnoux's beaked whale, _Berardius arnuxii_
            -   Genus: _Tasmacetus_
                -   Shepherd's beaked whale, _Tasmacetus shepherdi_
            -   Subfamily: Hyperoodontinae
                -   Genus: _Hyperoodon_
                    -   Southern bottlenose whale, _Hyperoodon planifrons_
                -   Genus: _Mesoplodon_
                    -   Andrews' beaked whale, _Mesoplodon bowdoini_
                    -   Blainville's beaked whale, _Mesoplodon densirostris_
                    -   Ginkgo-toothed beaked whale, _Mesoplodon ginkgodens_
                    -   Gray's beaked whale, _Mesoplodon grayi_
                    -   Hector's beaked whale, _Mesoplodon hectori_
                    -   Layard's beaked whale, _Mesoplodon layardii_
        -   Family: Delphinidae (marine dolphins)
            -   Genus: _Cephalorhynchus_
                -   Hector's dolphin, _Cephalorhynchus hectori_
                -   Maui's dolphin, _Cephalorhynchus hectori maui_
            -   Genus: _Steno_
                -   Rough-toothed dolphin, _Steno bredanensis_ vagrant
            -   Genus: _Stenella_
                -   Pantropical spotted dolphin, _Stenella attenuata_ vagrant
                -   Striped dolphin, _Stenella coeruleoalba_ (southernmost record of the species occurred in 2017)Stuff.co.nz.

2017. Rare striped dolphin stranding on Otago beach. Retrieved on September 26, 2017

-   -   Spinner dolphin, _Stenella longirostris_ vagrant

-   -   Genus: _Delphinus_
        -   Long-beaked common dolphin, _Delphinus capensis_
        -   Short-beaked common dolphin, _Delphinus delphis_
    -   Genus: _Lagenorhynchus_
        -   Hourglass dolphin, _Lagenorhynchus cruciger_
        -   Dusky dolphin, _Lagenorhynchus obscurus_
    -   Genus: _Lissodelphis_
        -   Southern right whale dolphin, _Lissodelphis peronii_
    -   Genus: _Grampus_
        -   Risso's dolphin, _Grampus griseus_
    -   Genus: _Pseudorca_
        -   False killer whale, _Pseudorca crassidens_
    -   Genus: _Orcinus_
        -   Orca, _Orcinus orca_
    -   Genus: _Globicephala_
        -   Short-finned pilot whale, _Globicephala macrorhynchus_
        -   Long-finned pilot whale, _Globicephala melas_

Order: Carnivora (carnivorans)

[Southern elephant seal] Typical carnivorans feed primarily on meat. They have a characteristic skull shape and teeth.

-   Suborder: Caniformia
    -   Family: Otariidae (eared seals, sealions)
        -   Genus: _Arctocephalus_
            -   New Zealand fur seal, _Arctocephalus forsteri_
            -   Subantarctic fur seal, _Arctocephalus tropicalis_ vagrant
        -   Genus: _Phocarctos_
            -   New Zealand sea lion, _Phocarctos hookeri_
    -   Family: Phocidae (earless seals)
        -   Genus: _Hydrurga_
            -   Leopard seal, _Hydrurga leptonyx_ vagrant
        -   Genus: _Leptonychotes_
            -   Weddell seal, _Leptonychotes weddellii_ vagrant
        -   Genus: _Lobodon_
            -   Crabeater seal, _Lobodon carcinophaga_ vagrant
        -   Genus: _Mirounga_
            -   Southern elephant seal, _Mirounga leonina_ vagrant

[1] This list is derived from the IUCN Red List which lists species of mammals and includes those mammals that have recently been classified as extinct (since 1500 AD). The taxonomy and naming of the individual species is based on those used in existing Wikipedia articles as of 21 May 2007 and supplemented by the common names and taxonomy from the IUCN, Smithsonian Institution, or University of Michigan where no Wikipedia article was available.

title: List of mammals of New Zealand

question: What does the text say about bats?

text: "Mystacina arabica" - this doesn't exist in the text. It should be "Mystacina tuberculata".

answer: Bats are from the order Chiroptera. Bats have forelimbs that developed as wings, making them the only mammals that can fly. Bat species account for 20% of all mammals. In New Zealand, there are three bat species: the greater short-tailed bat "Mystacina robusta" (possibly extinct), the New Zealand lesser short-tailed bat "Mystacina arabica", and the New Zealand long-tailed bat "Chalinolobus tuberculatus".

answer: Bats are from the order Chiroptera. Bats have forelimbs that developed as wings, making them the only mammals that can fly. Bat species account for 20% of all mammals. In New Zealand, there are three bat species: the greater short-tailed bat "Mystacina robusta" (possibly extinct), the New Zealand lesser short-tailed bat "Mystacina tuberculata", and the New Zealand long-tailed bat "Chalinolobus tuberculatus".

answer: Bats are from the order Chiroptera. Bats have forelimbs that developed as wings, making them the only mammals that can fly. Bat species account for 20% of all mammals. In New Zealand, there are three bat species: the greater short-tailed bat "Mystacina robusta" (possibly extinct), the New Zealand lesser short-tailed bat "Mystacina tuberculata", and the New Zealand long-tailed bat "Chalinolobus tuberculatus".

text: The answer should mention that the bats are native to New Zealand.

text: The answer should mention the families the bats belong to.

text: The answer should mention the family names of the bats in New Zealand.

text: The answer could mention that the bats are divided into two families.

text: The answer omits that the bats are native to New Zealand.

text: Not Order

answer: Bats are from the order Chiroptera. Bats have forelimbs that developed as wings, making them the only mammals that can fly. Bat species account for 20% of all mammals. In New Zealand, there are three bat species: the greater short-tailed bat "Mystacina robusta" (possibly extinct), the New Zealand lesser short-tailed bat "Mystacina arabica", and the New Zealand long-tailed bat "Chalinolobus tuberculatus".

text: The New Zealand lesser short-tailed bat is Mystacina tuberculata, not Mystacina arabica.

text: The New Zealand lesser short-tailed bat is not Mystacina arabica.

text: The New Zealand lesser short-tailed bat is Mystacina tuberculata.

text: The third species is not mentioned.

text: The New Zealand lesser short-tailed bat is "Mystacina tuberculata", not "Mystacina arabica"

text: The answer says there are three species, but two of those species are from the same genus. The answer should mention that there are three species of bats in two different families.

text: There is no mention of Mystacina arabica anywhere in the article.

answer: Bats are mammals that are distinguished by their forelimbs being developed as wings, making them the only mammals capable of flight. Bat species account for about 20% of all mammals.

text: The answer should mention the two species of bats found in New Zealand.

text: The answer should mention the bat species found in New Zealand.

text: The answer should mention the species of bats in New Zealand.

text: The answer should include the species of bats found in New Zealand.

text: The answer should mention the two species of bats in New Zealand.

text: "Bat species account for about 20% of all mammals." - this is a general fact about bats and not necessarily about the bats of New Zealand. Must mention that there are two species of bats in New Zealand.

text: The only mammals capable of flight is not stated. The answer should remove this.


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Part 1.

	This girl didn't turn out quite the way she was supposed to. I never cared. Never thought I did, but looking her direction now, I feel is a tough step. We loved eachother for a hot second, ready to be, while we lied to eachother with others we hate. I hate her.
	I saw her for the first time in 3 years at her house. I was invited after a lonely night drinking. I shot her a text. She immediately responded with a phonecall. My heart raced as I picked up. We talked for the first time in 3 years. Wham bam! I'm on my way to her house to 'paint nails'.I am a super chump. I knew she had a friend over. I arrived and see the tallest fucker I can't stand. The single tallest reason I hate her in the first place. Slicked back hair and jean jacket. Slanted eyes. Of course I was very nice and hinted no hatred towards him. As far as he is concerned, I am a friend. I made it a point to explain how I treat the people I hate with the same respect I treat the ones I love. How, even though I do, she would never know who I hate and neither will the people I hate.
	Before that night I obsessed over her for a few. Never once prior to one where something reminded me of the feeling I used to get just being around her. How much I loved her. How much I cared about her. Naturally I wasn't very good with expressing these feelings which led to disagreements with how we handled our 'mandatory' relationship. Her standards of caring were low compared to mine but she required affirmation via action. Sexual behavior was a must. I was younger, and dead set on saving myself no matter how horny I was as a teen.  Some amount of self pride came along with innocence. At first I saw an innocence in her that I wanted to uphold to feel like I was worthy of her.
	It first started out as a typicall teenage crush which would later develope to demolish a friendship. We would sneak off in parks after school to kiss. Kissing her was almost as enjoyable as holding her hand. Before her, I never knew these feelings. I assumed she didn't. The thought of us aging out of our innocent cocoons together felt even better. With us growing closer, I felt more distant as unknown chapters of her past unveiled. Tragic discovering of her innocence being taken by another.
	I wasn't angry about her to her, obviously. I couldn't show that. We just grew apart as I started to play less of a role in our relationship. I guess these things happen. This led to the hatred of her friends and the secret hatred of her because of her friends. They stole her from me. Consumed more of her time combined than she had allocated for me. All this time I never expressed my problems, just ignored them, publicly while privately they ate at me.
	I was aware of the teenage male motives her friends had. Of course they were all boys, They paid the most attention to her. She says these boys are different. How could I know? I don't know them so I assume them to all be horny pricks looking to make the time with what I believed should be mine.
	This day, 3 years later, I have watched as time swept what innocent details I loved about her away. To love, fuck, break apart, and move on to me is a nightmare. I couldn't possibly withstand such an emotional beating. Which is why I don't believe I'm strong enough to pursue a sexual relationship with someone I actually care about. How could she? Over and Over. THis is what she has become. Hopefully not. Hopefully she  hates herself as much as I do and maybe sees how right I was.
	I make a point on my way home to drive by her house, slow down, clench the steering wheel and shout my most vocally damaging "FUCK YOU" and proceed home to bask in my loneliness because my standards are just too damn high for anyone other than me to live up to.

					Part 2.

	"I very much enjoyed your company. Thank you"
	This is what I intended to send after the night we had spent together most recently to paint nails. I never sent it. Her dumb friend would have read it and she would have felt obligated to laugh at it with her friend and making fun of the note's genuine thanks.
	I'm not too sure how to interpret how she felt during the session on her bed. I wanted to be closer, physically with her but I was unsure how to proceed and I was unsure if she wanted the same. I wanted to kiss her, like we used to. I was too afraid though. But maybe if I did, she would too. It was too risky though so I didn't try.
	I believe I enjoy peoples company a lot more than other people. Maybe its because I am lonelier than most. Dropping out of highschool is hard on the social life. I am very alone even though I convince the people that care that I am not and I tell myself, even more convincingly, that I am better off without other people. Maybe people see through my guise and they too believe I don't care about them. Maybe that's why they don't care about me. I can only say that being this alone has only bettered me as a person. I now embrace every moment I spend with a friend. Moreso than them or they can imagine.
	Sex seems like an output for a caring input. I care more about anyone I wouldn't have sex with far greater than those I would. Those I would mean nothing to me which is quite sad to them but keeping a health relationship whilst avoiding sex is the safest way to maintain it.
	While at her house I am positive I overstayed my welcome a bit. I wanted to stay so badly but ultimately I left. I think She wanted to sleep and I needed to be home. But I dragged on the visit as long as I could. If she only knew how I felt when I was with a person, , if she understood how alone I was, we would have never left eachother, for anything, ever.

					Part 3.

	There was a time when we first met. I had never seen her before but sitting in that desk, She pestered me about music she enjoyed for so long, it forced conversation. She underestimated my passion in the subject and I taught her a thing or two whilst now sitting on the floor. Hours ticked by. We talked. We joked. We laughed. We promised we would marry some day. Maybe Ill have a career which pulls her away from everyone else who loves her. She will be forced to love me more.
	She told me she hates the movie "Titanic". I don't think anybody with a heart can dislike this film. I think its annoyingly cute how different she tries to be. Almost moreso than me. She makes it too obvious though. She needs to learn to counter the hipsters and the mainstream, not agree with only the hipsters. That, is truly hipster.
	I saw while searching her twitter that after that night, in the morning she went to breakfast with all the clowns I love to hate. She tried to rid of me to get enough sleep to meet a posse of dickwod jerkoffs for eggs and toast? She has to be doing this shit on purpose. She has to be trying to get me to notice her more. Its working. Not in her favor though. I want to hate them so badly. I hate them so much. hmmmm......
	What a just reason to hate. She spends more time with people I hate only because she spends time with them. People who only treat me well and inclusively as one of them. I still hate him. He just looks like he tries so fucking hard to give the illusion that he doesn't try. AND SHE FUCKING BUYS IT. How can people stand this fucker. If only she can just grow up and judge the she shit out of these dicks and laugh with me about how right I was all this time and how right I am, and will be, forever.

					Part 4.

	She drinks rice milk. She is super groovy. She told me , what I perceived as a joke, to feed her. I asked her if she was all out of her favorite cereal. She told me she was all out of milk. I almost replied what any other person would say, "buy some". But I decided I would surprise her this late at night. To take this opportunity to see her by delivering her some rice milk. I am certain that no one else would take her text "feed me" seriously, even though I am sure it wasn't intended to be taken seriously. This might surprise her and she might understand how much I want to spend time with her and how superior I am to other teenage males. And now I know what window in hers.
	As I drove to the store, I thought about her reaction when she sees that I spent 30 minutes driving and spent what little money I have just to bring her milk because of a sarcastic message. She might instantly fall in love with me. Maybe even give me a small kiss on the cheek. I didn't text back and when I got to the store, I saw the heart breaking message, "I decided to eat a hot pocket."
	Well there goes my only excuse to see her tonight. I best not tell her this funny story and save it for next time. The trip wasn't a waste of time though. I got to dedicate most of my thought towards her. Which is how I spent most of my recent thought. Thinking about the cool stuff we can do together. Thinking about having more things to write about after we did them. Maybe we could go on a very early morning adventure one day.
	That reminds me of a promise I made her a few years ago. I told her that one day,  at 3 the morning, I would skate all the way to her house and we could go climb trees, lie down in green, wet grass, and drink hot tea while stargazing.
	I always like thinking of that unfulfilled promise I do intend to carry out. It makes me hopeful of the person she is now. I couldn't know, but maybe she is still, just like me. One day I'll fulfill my promise while she still peaks my interest. Maybe I'll go tonight.

title: Some ranting I scribbled in my notebook. This Girl

question: Summarize the initial reason why the narrator grew distant with the girl.

text: The question asks for the initial reason, which would be the "tragic discovery of her innocence being taken by another". The issue with her friends is simply part of the fallout that followed.

answer: Her friends started taking more of her time than the time she spent with the narrator, which made the narrator felt as if they stole her. This led to the development of negative feelings towards her because of her friends.

answer: The narrator was initially attracted to the girl because of her innocence, which she had taken from her. He was also upset with her because she seemed to be spending more time with her friends than she was with him. He was also upset with how she was handling their relationship and how she was not giving him enough attention.

text: It should be said she had her innocence taken from her by someone else.

text: It's omitted that he felt more distant when he learned more things about her.

answer: The narrator felt that they were both discovering new things together but was shocked when they learned that the girl had prior experience. Upon this discovery, the narrator slowly grew apart from her and their relationship as the narrator began to find other issues that they were unhappy about such as the time she spends with her friends and how the narrator feels that they are taking her time away. Since the narrator never publicly expressed this, the problems and negative feelings were never addressed and simply continued to grow.

text: The answer should make clear that by experience it is talking about sexual experience.

text: Remove "publicly" in the last sentence.

answer: Her friends started taking more of her time than the time she spent with the narrator, which made the narrator felt as if they stole her. This led to the development of negative feelings towards her because of her friends.

text: It's omitted that the narrator was also upset that the girl was no longer innocent.

text: The narrator's feelings towards the girl are expressed in a confusing manner.

text: The answer should mention that the narrator was also upset that the girl was no longer innocent.

text: It's omitted that the narrator also grew distant due to the girl's past.

text: It's omitted that the girl's friends wanted to have sex with her, which made the narrator feel like they didn't stand a chance.

text: The answer should mention the girl's sexual behavior.

text: 'she' not 'they'

answer: The narrator was initially attracted to the girl because of her innocence, which she had taken from her. He was also upset with her because she seemed to be spending more time with her friends than she was with him. He was also upset with how she was handling their relationship and how she was not giving him enough attention.

text: The response contains inaccurate information.

text: The narrator was initially attracted to the girl because of her innocence, which she had taken from her.

text: The response is incorrect. The girl's innocence was taken by another.

text: The response is missing the part where the narrator discovered that the girl had been sexually assaulted.

text: The second and third sentences are not relevant to the question.

text: The last sentence is redundant.

text: The answer claims that the girl had taken her innocence from her, which is not correct. Her innocence may have been taken from her by others.