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WASHINGTON (CNN)Democrats hold an advantage in two states that are critical to the party's chances of taking control of the US Senate, according to new CNN polls conducted by SSRS. The surveys show Democratic Rep. Kyrsten Sinema and former Gov. Phil Bredesen leading their Republican opponents for open seats Arizona and Tennessee, where sitting Republican senators are retiring.

In Arizona, Sinema tops Republican Rep. Martha McSally by 7 points, 50% to 43% among likely voters, while in Tennessee, Bredesen holds a 5-point edge over Rep. Marsha Blackburn, 50% to 45% among likely voters there. Roughly 1 in 6 voters in each state say there's a chance they'll change their mind before Election Day.

Likely voters are a subset of registered voters in the poll and include those most likely to turn out based on a combination of self-reported intention to vote, interest in the election and past voting behavior.

Arizona and Tennessee are two of the four states where Democrats are widely seen as having at least some chance of picking up Senate seats in November's election. The others are Texas -- viewed as more of a long-shot - and Nevada -- generally viewed as the Democrats' best chance for a Senate pickup. In order for the party to have any shot at taking control of the senate, it's almost certain that at least one seat from Arizona or Tennessee would need to go Democrats' way.

[CNN Key Race Alert: This is the narrow path to a Democratic Senate ]

Arizona has been a Democratic target for some time on account of its changing demographic profile, though the state hasn't voted for a Democrat in major statewide elections since Janet Napolitano's turn as governor in the Bush years. Tennessee has generally moved away from its more Democratic-friendly past. Those differences are readily apparent in the two states' impressions of President Donald Trump in the new polls. In Tennessee, likely voters are about evenly split on the president's performance, 49% approve and 48% disapprove, far outpacing his nationwide approval rating in the latest CNN polling of 36%. In Arizona, by contrast, Trump fares only slightly better than his national number, with 39% of likely voters saying they approve of the way he's handling his job while 57% disapprove.

The Republican incumbents for these seats -- Sen. Jeff Flake of Arizona and Sen. Bob Corker of Tennessee -- have both been publicly critical of Trump. Approval ratings of the president are closely tied to preferences in the Senate race, according to the poll. Among those voters who disapprove of Trump's performance in Arizona, 85% back Sinema, while in Tennessee, 92% of those who disapprove of the president back Bredesen.

[Republican senators weigh in on delaying Kavanaugh vote ]

Democrats hope that a ticket topped by Bredesen, the state's former governor whose positive favorability ratings outstrip the negative by a 2--to-1 margin (52% favorable to 24% unfavorable among the state's registered voters), can outweigh the state's underlying Republican tilt. Blackburn, by contrast, splits public opinion, with 41% of registered voters viewing her favorably and 39% unfavorably, with 20% unsure. Bredesen's edge here is driven by cross-party appeal. Although his favorability ratings are underwater among Republicans, 28% of them have a favorable view of him, while just 9% of Democrats have a positive view of Blackburn.

In Arizona, both Sinema and McSally are viewed more positively than negatively, though more than 2-in-10 likely voters say they have no opinion of each Senate candidate.

Health care tops the list of voters' most important issues in both states, with 29% calling it tops in their Senate vote in Tennessee and 25% saying the same in Arizona. The economy follows in Tennessee at 22%, immigration lands third at 16%. In Arizona, immigration is next on the list at 22%, with the economy just behind at 20%. Voters who say health care is their top issue are broadly supportive of the Democrat in both contests, breaking for Bredesen over Blackburn by 71% to 21%, and for Sinema over McSally by 75% to 14%. Both economy and immigration voters favor the Republican in each state. Blackburn holds a whopping 50-point lead among immigration voters in Tennessee and a 10-point advantage among economy voters. In Arizona, McSally tops Sinema by 33 points among immigration voters and 24 points among those who call the economy the most important issue in their vote.

In both states, Republicans have the upper hand in the gubernatorial race. Governor Doug Ducey narrowly tops David Garcia in Arizona, 49% to 46%, while Republican Bill Lee leads Karl Dean in the race for Tennessee's open governor's seat by 52% to 43%. Ducey's recent appointment of former Senator Jon Kyl to fill the Senate vacancy created by the death of Sen. John McCain earns high marks among Arizonans, 50% overall approve of the appointment while just 24% disapprove. Approval rises to 60% among those most likely to turn out to vote.

[5 ways the fight for the Senate majority could turn out]

The CNN Polls in Arizona and Tennessee were conducted by SSRS September 11 through 15 among random statewide samples reached on landlines or cellphones by a live interviewer. In Arizona, results for the full sample of 1,001 adults have a margin of sampling error of plus or minus 3.8 percentage points, for the subset of 854 registered voters, it is plus or minus 4.1 and for the 761 likely voters plus or minus 4.3 percentage points. In Tennessee, results for the full sample of 1,000 respondents have a margin of sampling error of plus or minus 3.6 percentage points. It is 3.9 for the sample of 852 registered voters and 4.3 for results among the 723 likely voters.

question: Can the CNN Polls in Arizona and Tennessee be fully relied on?

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The 2020 US Senate race in Arizona and Tennesee are critical to the Democrats' chances of taking control of the house, according to the new CNN polls. For the first time in a long while (since Bush years), the Democrats are leading by 7 points in Arizona, thanks to Democratic Rep. Kyrsten Sinema.

The CNN Polls is conducted by SSRS through landlines and cellphones with a sample of around 1000 adults. An allowance was made for sampling error of plus or minus 4.1 and minus 3.8. Considering the population in both states in question and other factors like the number of Republicans versus Democrats interviewed, it is fair to say that the poll might tend to be more accurate than inaccurate.


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"Soon, we will consume that which we came for. Passion is our God and fervor is our calling, let us approach bretherin," and so they did, they engulfed the hall from all sides, busting every entrance and window before anyone knew what was happening.

The cheering stopped, the music stopped, the laughter stopped, the wedding would soon be a funeral. Everyone turned to the exits, fuming with priests neck high in rubies. The double doors open so aggressively that the table set in front of them dropped to the floor, honey and wine spilled and soaked the masses. Have you ever felt the thickness of blood? Feels like red wine and honey, though less gritty.

Karlo's dressings dragged over the drudge, his boots let into glass and peach slices. What's a fucking mess. This is not how the priests of the flame worked, they would need to order this chaos. "You all might be wondering who we are, let me beggin by saying..."

"We know who you are, Red Priest," Oringon had stood, exclaiming in the same tone, "its hard to ignore your trail of blood and offerings. The smell of charcoaled skin is unbearable."

"I hadn't realized we had made any sort of lasting impact," Karlo retorted, "did you enjoy it at least? The sight of it? Dear God it must have been pleasant at some point, my Lord. After all, it is your people that set the stage, we but only set out to follow the rules. Now tell me, have you kept your promises o' faithful one??" His eyes had sparked as he challenged the patriarch. The flames of Irubis began to ember in his belly, the room began to heat, you could hear the rumbling outside getting louder and louder.

"You and your cult of mystics are barbarians, mear rejections of a time gone, please, leave us be before this evening turns as sour as your mental sores." Karlo sneered at the capping comment, the flame in his Iris was now more evident than ever. It flickers with his looks, left, right, left, right, lagging but following.

"Seems like you've forgot your ways wise man, let me refresh your memory," Karlo's hands went up, palms to the sky. Suddenly, the room became difficult to breath in, and the heat radiating around the hall became unbearable. The signal's guard stood, men like mountains shook the halls foundations as they rose, and with a unified "HOOOF" the fountain in the middle of the hall began to churn and slosh, an icy gasp released from the water they began to announce. Hands formed circles which cast out the ambient heat to them, belly full.

"Erro-finose, signa-matara," the room popped with the immense pressure from the heat above, the roof flung right off of the hall, steeple and all, ripped away like a freshly sprouted branch in a desert storm. Korana and Trown held on to each other, looked into their eyes, and agreed in silence. They both stepped down from the regal throwns in the back and ran across the hall to the cubard they had planned on using. This has truly come to fruition, like she had said, this might be their only chance. As the crowd looked up, the magnitude of the problem finally manifested to them: a whirlwinding tornado of flames, as high as the clouds, now lay it's eye above the hall, sucking out all of the oxygen from the mouths of those willing to yell at the unimaginably desastrous sight. It's back bent from miles away, ready to kiss them all away. "Idno-sirafen-mataz...blegjhttu!" Trown had shot a mending bat at the high priest, who had shut his mouth closed with his silk. The rest of the red priests, unbenounced to everyone, had stepped back for fear of death by flame. There shock-and-awe entrance was useless now that the flames were receding, their blades meant nothing outside the halls doors, far far away from flesh.

The flame once in the priests eyes now fickered in and out, immobilized by fear and unable to afford any sort of win in his mind. This might be his end, he thought.

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The Red Snake was easily undone, the head had already been bitten off and the rest mangled away in the end. The stallion stomped, a beat best left to the warrior, an ensamble of blood and revenge. The wine had been a metaphor, but for those that had spilled it. The honey was sweet, but gritty. Over whelming the win. How drunk do you have to be at a wedding to desecrate the enemy? And let their eye with a sown mouth watch. Does wine taste better from your enemy's skull? Is it fair to burn those who wish to burn you? Prisoners of war, especially the leaders, make great entertainment.

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question: What does the first speaker want to consume?

answer: There is insufficient information to answer the question.

question: Explain everything about the Red Priests:

answer: They use fire magic and are devout followers of a god called Irubis. They look down on another group of people. They confront the warriors, but are defeated.

question: What does Erro-finose, signa-matara mean?

answer: It appears to be the words of a spell, but this is not explained in the story.

question: What happens to the Red Snake?

answer: They had their head bitten off by something and their skull was turned into a cup.

question: Why don't the priests and warriors get along?

answer: There is insufficient information to answer the question.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This story summarizes a brief confrontation between some magical priests and a group of warriors at a wedding celebration. A large fire tornado is summoned, but the priests are still defeated.


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Over the last days I’ve been reading all comments about the new products and prices, and first of all, do know that we are very carefully listening to everything, discussing a lot especially what we can do to make the subscription pricing appealing especially to Indie devs who have been using Unity Pro for the longest time.

I especially care a lot about this group of developers, who effectively funded this company with us and have been with us on this journey for a very long time. So we will figure something out. Needs a bit of time but we’ll follow up soon…

In the meantime I want to give a bit of background about why we are doing this subscription thing and some thoughts on what was a bit lost in the announcement so far.

Why Subscription?

When we started Unity, we would ship Unity every once in a while on just 2 platforms. Initially just Aras and I, gradually adding a couple engineers every few months. We’d decide on a couple major features and focus working on that for a year and a bit, go through beta and then ship it.

Today Unity lets you target 28 platforms. No one targets all platforms at the same time, but the ability to choose to easily switch your game to any platform gives Unity developers incredible advantages.

Each platform is supported by a team of dedicated engineers. We have teams focused on different areas of the engine, working on improving each major area all the time.

We ship a patch release every week. Supported by the awesome Sustained Engineering team.

We ship point releases with major new features and improvements multiple times per year.

All of this is necessary because the platforms we support rapidly change. In today’s world, we can’t leave customers behind for a year because we are in the process of releasing a major version. We think it would be very bad for Unity developers if we held features for a full number release, rather than launch these features along the way, when they are ready.

With this in mind, we want to be clear. There will be no major Unity 6 release.

In the dev team we wanted to stop doing major releases for a long time. With the major releases model we had done up until Unity 5, it has always forced us to bundle up a bunch of features and release them in one big splash. Usually it results in that good & complete features would be artificially held back for a long time while other features are still maturing, and eventually releasing some of these features before they are ready. All in the name of creating one big splashy release that customers feel is worth upgrading to. It’s what we did because we had to in a model where we worked toward an unnatural new major release every few years. This is not some evil marketing team pushing for it, it is the inherent nature of that business model. It was always a painful process for us and you and it really serves no one.

With our switch to subscription we can make Unity incrementally better, every week. When a feature is complete, we will ship it. If it is not ready we will wait for the next point release.

Our switch to subscription is absolutely necessary in order for us to provide a robust and stable platform.

Pay to own!

Along with the new subscription model, we are introducing “pay to own”. After having paid for 24 months of subscription, you can stop paying and keep on using the version you have at that point. Of course, you would also stop getting new features, services or fixes; choice is yours.
If you are upgrading from a previously bought perpetual license of Unity and you are switching to subscription after March 2017, then you get “pay to own” right away with your subscription license.
Pay to own applies to everyone; there’s no special “license option” you have to get. Simple!

Thanks for listening, I hope this gives some much needed background on our switch to subscription.

question: What are the reasons for the Unity team to switch to a subscription model?

answer: The team used to be just two people who would work on major features for a year or more before releasing it, and Unity used to target only a few platforms. Currently, Unity targets 28 different platforms with dedicated engineering teams for each, and they ship a new patch every week. This means that major features either wait for the release in the next major point release or have to be released earlier than ideal so that customers have a reason to upgrade to the new version. The Unity development team wants to better align their business model with their development practices, so a subscription-based business model functions better.

question: What does the text say about Unity over the years?

answer: The initial team was the author and Aras, with other engineers who joined as needed over months. They used to work on major features for a long time before releasing a major version, and Unity targeted only a few platforms back then. They increased the number of supported platforms to 28, each one having its own dedicated engineers, and they ship a new patch every week now. Unity's business model is undergoing a big change recently, as they are not going to release big point versions with lots of new features, aiming instead to release features as they become ready. This new development paradigm will be supported by a subscription model, and the customers will be able to own the latest release version they paid for after paying for 24 months.

question: What does the article say about the quality of games produced with the Unity engine?


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The PENGUIN KING was a giant penguin leader appearing in The Return to Northrend. Arthas Menethil and Anub'arak visited him on a secret tree-covered path near the entrance of Azjol-Nerub. He declared neutrality in the conflict, and offered treasure to appease Arthas.

Retrieved from "https://wow.gamepedia.com/Penguin_King?oldid=5246562"

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question: What is the source of this article?

answer: Wowpedia.

question: Who is the Penguin King?

answer: A giant penguin leader who appears in The Return to Northrend.

question: Where do Arthas Menethil and Anub'arak visit the Penguin King?

answer: On a secret tree-covered path near the netrance of Azjol-Nerub.

question: What categories are this article included under?

answer: Warcraft III, Warcraft III campaign neutral heroes, Penguins, and Aristocrats.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: This article from Wowpedia gives a brief summary of the Penguin King. The Penguin King was neutral in the conflict. The article also features images and categories that the article falls under.


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A federal court on Tuesday ruled that Virginia's legislative districts were gerrymandered along racial lines and ordered the state to come up with a redistricting plan by the end of October.

In a 2-1 ruling, the judges for the United States District Court for the Eastern District of Virginia ruled that state lawmakers must redraw lines for state House districts by Oct. 30.

"Overwhelming evidence in this case shows that, contrary to this constitutional mandate, the state has sorted voters into districts based on the color of their skin," Judge Barbara Milano Keenan wrote in the majority opinion.

"We therefore find that the 2011 Virginia House of Delegates redistricting plan violates the Equal Protection Clause," Keenan added noting that Virginia lawmakers have been given "until October 30 to construct a remedial districting plan that rectifies the constitutional deficiencies."

Marc Elias, a Democratic lawyer representing the voters challenging the distrcits, celebrated the ruling on Twiter calling it a "big win" for voting rights in the state.

"BREAKING: Big win for voting rights in Virginia! Federal Court STRIKES DOWN 11 Virginia State House districts as unconstitutional racial gerrymanders. Gives the legislature "until October 30 to construct a remedial districting plan that rectifies the constitutional deficiencies," he wrote.

  BREAKING: Big win for voting rights in Virginia! Federal Court STRIKES DOWN 11 Virginia State House districts as unconstitutional racial gerrymanders. Gives the legislature "until October 30 to construct a remedial districting plan that rectifies the constitutional deficiencies."

  — Marc E. Elias (@marceelias) June 26, 2018

The case, Bethune-Hill v. Virginia State Board of Elections, previously made it all the way to the U.S. Supreme Court, which had remanded the case back to a lower court for further judgment after vacating part of the court's previous ruling.

Elias argued that state lawmakers improperly diluted the power of African-Americans in the state by drawing them into 12 majority-black districts, including in the Richmond area. Eleven of the disputed districts are currently represented by black lawmakers.

The suit alleged that influence of black voters was concentrated into majority-black districts to dilute their voting power elsewhere in the state.

Republicans saw their 66-34 majority in the state House drop to 51-49 last November when Democrats surged across the state in local elections.

question: Approximately when was the article written?

answer: June of 2018

question: What state is the subject of the article?

answer: Virginia

question: Which court made the ruling?

answer: The United States District Court for the Eastern District of Virginia

question: How long does the state have to redraw the district lines?

answer: Until October 30th

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: A federal court has ruled that Virginia's legislative districts were gerrymandered to dilute the voting power of African-Americans, and Virginia must redraw its district lines by October 30th.


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Heat Signature is about controlling space mercenaries whose job it is to break into procedurally generated enemy spaceships and get themselves into terrible situations which require a clever way out.
As a space mercenary, you have very little backstory or information available, just a random name and a personal mission, which involves breaking into a spaceship. You receive these missions from the only character who won't end up dead, because they're the tutorial character. These personal missions of breaking into spaceships require you to first, take on lots of other missions which involve breaking into spaceships.

So, you grab a character and off you go, in your tiny pod of a spaceship which has no guns, just the ability to be so small that the enemy doesn't notice when you've docked onto them. The flying through space is controlled with the mouse, and is really fun to get good at, you'll start by crashing into the side of the enemy and hoping to dock, only to ping off the side, but the more you play, the quicker and easier you'll find it to dock. Of course, if you fly too close to the windows they're going to shoot you, and you will go spiralling through space to your death, or survival, depending on how you are with quick time events in which you can pause, so often you just need to make it back to base to repair your pod. Once you haven't been blown up by the enemy and have successfully docked, the space raiding begins.

Before walking through the airlock just for the enemy to hit you with a wrench and throw you back out again, you can look over the whole ship, no fog of war, you can see where everyone and everything is, but that doesn't mean you won't be spotted by a patrolling enemy the second you step through the airlock because you weren't paying attention. Once you've snuck on it's time to head for the objective, either kill or collect, whether it's an item, a person, or the ship itself. Of course, you'll want weapons, and by taking out enemies and going through boxes you can gather yourself a hefty arsenal. There isn't just guns and wrenches, there is a manner of interesting and useful gadgets, such as swappers which swap you with an enemy, so they shoot themselves, and subverts which hijack enemy technology so it works for you. These shields and cloaking and so many more are there to help you out of the sticky situations, you may accidentally throw the enemy with the key to progress out of a window, but by using a swapper you can swap with someone on the other side of the door. You could use a visitor to teleport into a room of six people, take two out with a shotgun, shoot another with your other gun, throw your short sword at one whilst you dive at another with your longsword, and be teleported back to your original position before the last one shoots you.

Pausing is the most powerful weapon you have, it allows you to perform these awesome stunts which are always the most rewarding part of any mission. Once you've completed the mission it's probably time to leave, you could run back to your pod, fly the enemy ship and blow others up with it on the way back or smash through a window and remote control your pod to pick you up before you run out of air. If shot or knocked out, the enemies will throw you out of the airlock, which means you have to frantically fly your pod to pick you up whilst the counter ticks down to your inevitable death, which may be today, maybe tomorrow.

Once your back at a base, you can buy new items, train, do defector missions which you unlock with each space station you take controller of by levelling up through missions, or retire your character and select a new one. Although your character has little story, you still feel bad when they're retired or die, mainly because you lose all the gadgets they’ve collected over their past missions, and the progress on the personal mission, it can be devastating when you finally kick the bucket on the mission which would have unlocked their personal mission. But characters are replaceable, and the different difficulties of mission allow you to start gearing up before having to face the harder missions again. Through the game you unlock more ways of doing missions, like bloodless or no witnesses, these missions will still pay you if you don’t complete them within the perimeters, just they’ll pay you less. This means you don’t feel totally defeated when you wonder on a ship in a bloodless mission and forgot to bring anything non-lethal.

This game encourages risking near impossible feats, encourages creative ways of completing your mission and is fun to play for a few minutes to a few hours, with great re playability. Although the missions are all a variation of the same thing, there is uniqueness in the procedural generation and defector missions, one of which starts you in space, making you use a gun to propel yourself through space.

question: What does the text say about aliens?

question: What does the text say about Heat Signature?

answer: Heat Signature is a video game where players control space mercenaries whose job is to break into procedurally generated enemy spaceships and get themselves into terrible situations that require a clever way out. The missions always seem to involve breaking into spaceships, even the personal missions of the space mercenary the player chooses. Players can fly through space using the mercenaries' tiny ship or an enemy ship they take control of, and navigation is done using the mouse. Once inside the enemy spaceship, players can loot weapons and other special items. Death is also very real in the game, and there are a number of ways a space mercenary can die. When a character dies or retires, all weapons, gear, items, etc. are gone. The game is fun to play for a few minutes to a few hours. It encourages risking impossible feats, creative ways of completing missions, and has great re-playability.

question: What does the text say about space mercenaries?

answer: Space mercenaries are the main playable characters in Heat Signature. They have limited backstories or other information, just a random name and a personal mission (breaking into a spaceship) that is unlocked after taking on a lot of other missions (breaking into more spaceships). Space mercenaries have limited backstories because they were meant to be replaceable. The downside to this approach is that when a character dies, all collected gear and items are gone. Some space mercenaries may also die before completing their personal mission.

question: Summarize the weapons and useful gadgets available on spaceships.

answer: Useful gadgets include the swapper, which lets players swap their character with an enemy so they end up shooting themselves. Swappers are useful for getting out of sticky situations like swapping with an enemy behind a locked door, or teleporting into a room and killing as many enemies as possible before teleporting out. Subverts allow players to hijack enemy technology so it works for them. There are also shotguns, longswords, shortswords, wrenches, shields, cloaking devices, and more.


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Nestled among the mountains in the center of the country, Rockwold is a hard-working town. Most stone involved in the building of estates is sought from here. The town itself is small and crowded and, surprisingly enough, most of the town buildings are log cabins. The estates are massive structures of sturdy stone, however. It is always quiet save the constant sound of hammers from the workmen.

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The largest forest in Daleford happens to be just south of Rockwold, and in the way of travel to Foxcrest. Stubborn pioneers have broken their way through anyways, establishing a permanent path, but it doesn't make the forest any less ominous. The trees are tall and the canopies thick, rendering the forest dark and cool. Those who move through the forest do so quickly and quietly.

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The smallest town of Daleford is Green-Needle. The buildings are so spread out through the thick expanse of evergreen trees which welcomely-invade the town, it's not easy to tell when you're in the town center. The town prides itself in its lumber and furniture production, and some of the finest articles of furniture come from Green-Needle. All the homes are log and, although quaint, always seem warm with a glow of candles in the window.

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Although Applewich has a port, most fish and sea products come from Foxcrest. It's a lively town, always busy, although not nearly as so as Applewich. The building structures have an alluring elegance to them, despite the fact that the town is also known for its many brothels. Some of the finer estates are seen in Foxcrest, and the people seem to have an affinity for gold. Many people enjoy visiting Foxcrest for many reasons, although those who call it home enjoy it even more.

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The Port of Foxcrest is nearly as busy as the Port of Applewich, however it sees few personal ships and many fishing boats. The large, delicious fish sought after in kitchens comes from this port, and daily there are fish maids just as there are milk maids selling fish throughout. Some send servants from Applewich with all sorts of contraptions meant to keep the fish cool on the long travel back.

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Somerset, the home of the elusive Lilies. Nearly as small as Green-Needle, the buildings of Somerset are bunched up by the sea. Although the people carry an elegance, their buildings lack the luster which their people contain. The town itself seems very simple, and quiet, with dated stone buildings. The nicer homes are hidden miles from the town for even more seclusion. Somerset is not known for much other than its mysterious natives, and few people visit as they find they're not often welcome.

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IC MONTH: August 1798

character count

ARISTOCRACY: o5 & o7
GENTRY: o3 & o1
MIDDLE CLASS: o1 & o2
WORKING CLASS: OO & OO
UNDERCLASS: OO & OO

weather

APPLETON & DOVELAND: 28°C (82°F) ☁

ORCHIDVALE: 28°C (82°F) ☁☂

ROCKWOLD & GREEN-NEEDLE: 29°C (84°F) ☁

FOXCREST: 29°C (84°F) ☁☂

SOMERSET: 29°C (84°F) ☁☂

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the skin was coded by hunter of candyland couture, caution, and shine. content such as plots, characters, etc belong to Lilies Among Daleford. mini profiles by reece. stealing is not cool, and will not be tolerated in the slightest. if we find out you steal, expect the ninja penguins to find you.

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question: Summarize the similarities and differences between Applewich and Doveland.

answer: Both Applewich and Doveland are towns in Daleford. They have the same weather of 82 degrees Fahrenheit. Doveland is located by the sea, while Applewich, although also has a sea area, has woodlands to the east. Doveland only has a few shops and buildings, while Applewich, being an extravagant town, has the finest shops and ins. Doveland is a quiet town, while, Applewich is busy with a lot of people.

question: What does the text say about the ports in Daleford?

answer: While there is the Port of Applewich, which is mainly for large cargos and passenger ships, there is also the Port of Foxcrest, a fishing port. Most of the fish and other seafood products are from this port.

question: What does the text say about the language spoken in Daleford?

question: Summarize the similarities and differences between Green-Needle and Somerset.

answer: Green-Needle and Somerset are both small towns in Daleford. Evergreen trees are abundant in Green-Needle, while Somerset has lilies. People in Somerset are elegant, mysterious, and not very open to visitors, while people in Green-Needle are known makers of wood furniture with great craftsmanship. The buidings in Somerset are dull, most of them are near the sea, while Green-Needle's buildings are far from each other, surrounded by trees.


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Our Shepherd, Jesus Christ, has repeatedly given us counsel, brethren, about those things which can cause some in His flock to become inactive, indifferent, offended, or to fall away. The cares and pleasures of the world, temptation, persecution, tribulation—all take their toll; so do being wronged, being ignored, and seeing hypocrisy in others. (See Matt. 13:21; Matt. 24:10; Luke 8:13–14.)

Brethren, except for our own families, no group of men needs us more than these souls. Unlike those who have never heard the gospel, these individuals have known some light and so have some accountability—hence the urgency!

This work of reactivation often involves group study and socials, but, essentially, it is done a soul at a time, quietly and with dignity. It is done less “by the numbers” and more “by the Spirit.” It is less technique than genuine caring, more extending a helping hand than writing new handbooks.

There are no slick tricks, and quickie campaigns usually fail, for “a brother offended is harder to be won than a strong city.” (Prov. 18:19.) Further, while we must stand on higher ground in order to lift another, there must be no condescension or suggestion that our concern is statistical rather than spiritual. Nor are souls to be dropped soon after they have been painstakingly lifted. How many times are we supposed to find the elect anyway?

A _first_ step is to recognize, where known, the causes of inactivity in these men. This often suggests how to customize our expressions of concern. However, never underestimate the power of privately extending a simple, loving, but direct challenge. Though it may not be reciprocated, such love is never wasted.

_Second,_ recognize that this work takes time; it does interrupt our regular routine. The parable of the Good Samaritan teaches us that. (See Luke 10:29–37.) Some wounds require more than a quick Band-Aid.

A _third_ step to be overseen by priesthood executive committees and ward correlation councils, is the careful matching of person to person. Organized love is better than generalized concern. Yet this redemptive labor should not be so institutionalized that friends and neighbors feel released from their responsibilities. An inspired effort is needed, for in the work of reactivation the _best_ approach may be the _only_ approach! Fasting and praying may be necessary to know when the timing is right to make an approach to a certain brother.

_Fourth,_ provide such individuals with a fresh opportunity to serve, because they are genuinely needed. Moses learned this principle while recruiting Hobab as a guide. (See Num. 10:29–32.) Remember, while their condition cries out for unconditional love, they usually desire a modest chance to express their own love and talents. For instance, elders quorum presidencies should organize several appropriate committees, each chaired by an active elder, who is to report regularly to the quorum presidency, with two or three active brethren to help. Each committee may be given the names of the inactive brethren most likely to respond when invited to serve on that committee, such as an athletic or welfare committee. These inactive men are less likely to respond to a general invitation to start coming to church than to a request to serve on a specific committee which takes account of their interests. One inactive brother started serving as a greeter and is now a bishop.

Significantly, brethren, Church members did not become inactive while crossing the plains, when the sense of belonging and being needed was so profound.

_Fifth,_ provide the needed teaching. _Activation requires conversion._ Believing requires gospel beliefs to be understood. Quorum instruction and Gospel Essentials classes must be of a high quality. Attendees must feel the Spirit as they are taught. These individuals need the bread of life, not crumbs from the table. After all, the father of the prodigal son prepared a feast for the returnee—he did not merely warm up some leftovers!

Temple preparation seminars should feature enough informality to make real learning possible. Assign fellowshipping couples to attend these same seminars along with the inactive couples. Those attending should be lovingly encouraged to set some personal goals in order to be ready to go to the temple.

Surveys indicate 30 percent of those invited to attend seminars will attend! Of the remainder, experience shows that eight out of ten, properly approached, will permit priesthood leaders to go into their homes to teach them. Brethren, in view of such realities, what are we afraid of?

These encouraging statistics suggest how important it is not to stand by and wring our hands but to do something! The reason, frankly, brethren, that so little is happening is that so little is being tried. An experienced woodcarver was asked how one begins to be a woodcarver. He said bluntly, “Start making some chips.” Brethren, let’s start making some chips!

A _sixth_ step is to remember the Lord’s hand is in this work. He can bring about those circumstances in which such souls are “in a preparation to hear the word.” (Alma 32:6.) His Spirit can prod the prodigals—some of whom will come to their senses. And as that happens, however, let us run to greet them while they are “yet a great way off.” (Luke 15:20.)

_Seventh,_ prevention is always better than rehabilitation. Sometimes, ironically, prevention requires no more than a few extra minutes of loving conversation or an expression of empathy. Being given the priesthood and a church assignment soon after baptism not only helps to anchor new converts, but assists other Church workers who are busy and whose hands hang down and whose knees are feeble. (See D&C 81:5.)

Likewise, as the Lord’s undershepherds, let us take preventive care to set a prudent pace for Church activities and extra financial contributions. The Lord wants dedication, not prostration! Even the vital Book of Mormon was translated only as strength and means were provided. (See D&C 10:4.)

Now, brethren, let us step back from the details of this demanding challenge and speak of overall realities and responsibilities for inactive and active men alike—in a perfect Church filled with imperfect individuals. Part of the manhood that goes with priesthood requires us to take account of such things as the following.

Let us acknowledge that the strait and narrow path, though clearly marked, is a path, not a freeway nor an escalator. Indeed, there are times when the only way the strait and narrow path can be followed is on one’s knees! And we are to help each other along the path, not give offense.

Whatever the dislocating offense which takes one from that path, once it occurs, unless such a one is humble, his search commences—but for vindication, not for reconciliation and communication. Brethren, it is so difficult to carry our cross and grudges, too.

Quickly forgotten by those who are offended is the fact that the Church is “for the perfecting of the saints” (Eph. 4:12); it is not a well-provisioned rest home for the already perfected.

Likewise, unremembered by some is the reality that in the kingdom we are each other’s clinical material; the Lord allows us to practice on each other, even in our imperfections. And each of us knows what it is like to be worked on by a “student” rather than a senior surgeon. Each of us, however unintentionally, has also inflicted some pain.

Often unallowed for, too, are the differing styles of leadership we experience in the kingdom. Paul was thoughtfully sensitive to the need not to offend weak members by eating meat (see 1 Cor. 8:13), while John the Baptist’s diet of locusts and wild honey may not have proven contagious—surely not with Jerusalem’s country club set.

It is our individual and constant responsibility to avoid “looking beyond the mark.” (Jacob 4:14.) My focus is my responsibility! What is most to be focused on—the fact that Peter walked briefly on the water or that he did not continue? Has any other mortal so walked, even that briefly?

Imperfect people are, in fact, called by our perfect Lord to assist in His work. The Lord declared to certain associates of Joseph Smith that He knew that they had observed Joseph’s minor imperfections. Even so, the Lord then testified that the revelations given through the Prophet were true! (See D&C 67:5, 9.)

Unsurprisingly, therefore, we do notice each other’s weaknesses. But we should not celebrate them. Let us be grateful for the small strides that we and others make, rather than rejoice in the shortfalls. And when mistakes occur, let them become instructive, not destructive.

I cherish these generous lines from that very able, but very humble, prophet-editor Moroni:

“Condemn me not because of mine imperfection, neither my father, because of his imperfection, neither them who have written before him; but rather _give thanks unto God_ that he hath _made manifest unto you our imperfections,_ that _ye may learn to be more wise than we have been._” (Morm. 9:31; italics added.)

If such is our attitude, we are far less likely to be offended.

Besides, if the choice is between reforming other Church members or ourselves, is there really any question about where we should begin? The key is to have our eyes wide open to our own faults and partially closed to the faults of others—not the other way around! The imperfections of others never release us from the need to work on our own shortcomings.

People who spend their time searching for feet of clay will miss not only the heavens wherein God moves in His majesty and power, but God’s majesty as He improves and shapes a soul.

So in the give-and-take in the kingdom, we jostle and are jostled. Offenses will come. (See Matt. 18:7.) Once ego is unwisely committed, no cause seems too trivial for some. In a dispute over milk, Thomas B. Marsh soon let himself become offended at the Prophet Joseph.

Lorenzo Snow, Marsh’s contemporary, said that while he, too, noticed some minor imperfections in the Prophet Joseph, he was grateful that the Lord could use Joseph Smith for so very significant a work. Thus, there might be some hope for him, Lorenzo Snow. Indeed, there was hope for President Snow, who viewed others charitably, as if through the “windows of heaven.”

Prophets need tutoring, as do we all. However, this is something the Lord seems quite able to manage without requiring a host of helpers. The Lord provides discreet but needed feedback, as He did to Peter by the shattering sound of a rooster crowing (see Luke 22:54–62), or to an undelegating Moses through a caring, observing, and wise father-in-law—without Jethro’s placing an ad in the _Sinai Sentinel_ (see Ex. 18:13–16).

Happily for us all, the gospel is redemptive. It focuses not on Peter’s lapse in the hall of the high priest, but on Peter’s testimony of Jesus, bold and ringing, before Annas and Caiaphas and the council. (See Acts 4:5–12.)

Moreover, as we view others, humility should counsel us that we do not have all the data. Though Peter and Paul had a difference over a particular, but passing, policy of the Church in the meridian of time, the record does not yet tell us about their developing relationship in the richness of their special apostolic brotherhood.

Besides, in true discipleship, no one regrets a lapse more than the sincere lapser. Who is more conscious of the imperfections in their writings than the writers of God’s word?

“And whoso receiveth this record, and shall not condemn it because of the imperfections which are in it, the same shall know of greater things than these.” (Morm. 8:12.)

And who, more than the Lord, knows what it costs to process His eternal truths through mortals? “Behold, I am God and have spoken it; these commandments are of me, and were given unto my servants in their weakness, after the manner of their language, that they might come to understanding.” (D&C 1:24.)

Above and beyond the usual sources of offense, there are those special circumstances, and we do well to note them, which can cause even strong people to falter briefly. Prior to His arraignment, Jesus told the Twelve how the Shepherd would soon be smitten and the sheep would be scattered. Peter denied that he would falter, and “likewise also said they all.” (See Mark 14:26–31.)

Before judging these disciples, consider their anguishing circumstances. Things looked really ominous for the flock. They were understandably fearful as the establishment closed in on them. The danger to the disciples was real; hence Jesus encouraged them to leave. Then their Savior submitted to arrest, trial, and even crucifixion! The disciples felt keenly the deprivation and the humiliation of those circumstances, which—though warned of—they still had not fully expected. Yet, very soon, just as foreordained, these faithful undershepherds rallied and went on with the Savior’s glorious work.

Did not somewhat similar circumstances prevail briefly at Nauvoo?

Now, brethren, the adversary and his helpers will continue to seek to discredit today’s undershepherds in order to try to scatter some of the sheep.

When both circumstances and teachings became hard to bear, Jesus questioned the Twelve, “Will ye also go away?” The question is the same today, and so is the answer: “Lord, to whom shall we go? thou hast the words of eternal life.

“And we believe and are sure that thou art that Christ, the Son of the living God.” (John 6:67–69.)

In closing, I appeal to the offended and inactive: Do not let yesterday hold tomorrow hostage! Walk away from your investment in the penny stock of pride; it never pays dividends.

Remember, too, that it is not the flock, the body of the Church and its leaders, who stray, but individuals who stray. (See Matt. 18:12–14.)

Likewise, I appeal to us all to consider anew this counsel from Jesus: “Moreover if thy brother shall trespass against thee, go and tell him his fault between thee and him alone: if he shall hear thee, thou hast gained thy brother.” (Matt. 18:15.) To win a point does not compare with “gaining” a brother!

Let us all take extra care to avoid both giving and taking offense.

Let us be loving, kind, and forgiving—helping these friends to become, as Peter and Paul said, grounded, rooted, established, and settled! (See Eph. 3:17; 1 Pet. 5:10.) “The time is far spent.” (_Hymns,_ no. 184.)

Savor these words quoted by a magnanimous and forgiving Prophet Joseph Smith to a repentant and returning W. W. Phelps:

_Come on, dear brother, since the war is past,_

_For friends at first, are friends again at last._

Such is my counsel, brethren. Such is my prayer. It is given in the name of Him who said, “Blessed is he, whosoever shall not be offended” (Luke 7:23). Jesus’ redemptiveness and his love cause Him to stand at the very gate, and we are told he waits there for us with open arms. I so certify in the name of Jesus Christ, amen.

question: What is the author's tone in the text?

answer: The author is speaking to people he calls brethren and feels connected to. He exhorts, encourages, and teaches in the text. His thrust seems to be to help his readers be able to help others in the best way he knows how. He wants his readers to be sacrificial and gracious.

question: What does the text say about religious affiliation?

answer: Based on the terminology and references, the author and his readers are Mormon. This can be clearly concluded based on the author naming the book of Mormon, the Temple being the place of worship, Moroni, etc.

question: What does the text say about women?


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ENKHBOLD TOGMIDSHIIREV (Mongolian: Тогмидшийрэвын Энхболд) is a Mongolian contemporary artist known for his use of “organic materials such as horse dung, ash, rust, leather and wood” in his conceptual performances.

Life and career

Enkhbold was born in 1978 in Övörkhangai Province (Mongolian: Өвөрхангай аймаг),[1] Mongolia and grew up in a nomadic family. His interest in the arts started from an early age when he began wood carving with the encouragement of his parents. In 1998, he moved to the capital city[2] and enrolled at Setgemj College of Design and Technology, Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia. Soon after, Enkhbold transferred to the Institute of Fine Art, Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia graduating in 2005. He studied under Enkhbat Lantuu, an abstract painter, who advocated for Enkbold's inclination to step outside the traditional medium of painting and to experiment with other artistic forms such as installation art, which was the first in his cirriculum.[3] Enkhbold Togmidshiirev is “a member of the Blue Sun Group. Founded in 2002 the Blue Sun Group is an artists group that aims to support emerging artists and alternative art practices”.[4] In 2016, he won the “Best Artwork of the Year” from Mongolian National Gallery of Modern Art.[5]

Notable exhibitions

Solo exhibitions

2016 _Mining_, at Art Space 976+, Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia[6]

Group exhibitions

2018 _2nd Yinchuan Biennale_, at Yinchuan Contemporary Art Museum, China[7]

2016 _Land Art Mongolia_ - 4th Biennial, Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia[8]

2015 _Lost Children of Heaven_, at Art Space 976+, Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia[9]

2015 _Asia Triennial Manchester_, at Manchester Museum, UK[10]

2015 _Other Home_, at Mongolia Pavilion in La Biennale di Venezia, Venice, Italy[11]

2012 _Shanghai Biennale_, Shanghai, China[12]

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title: Enkhbold Togmidshiirev

question: When was Togmidshiirev born?

answer: 1978

question: Where did Togmidshiirev graduate from in 2005?

answer: The Institute of Fine Art in Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia

question: Who did Togmidshiirev study under?

answer: Enkhbat Lantuu

question: What award did Togmidshiirev win in 2016?

answer: "Best Artwork of the Year" from the Mongolian National Gallery of Modern Art

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Enkhbold Togmidshiirev is a Mongolian contemporary artist known for using organic materials in his conceptual performances. He was born in 1978 and graduated from the Institute of Fine Art in Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia in 2005.


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be happy at all times
never stay angry, hold grudges, or talk badly about someone else
find a way to love everyone and tell them why you do

	today friday october 17th 2014 will hold the title for the day the most intense thing has ever happened to me.
	the day started off normally as any day on the golf course would.  the day before, thursday, we had done most of the hard work around the course, i had string line trimmed the edge and banks of the sand bunkers and finished the day spraying ponds… no easy task!
	when i arrived friday morning and parked in my usual spot by the entrance to the shop, i was greeted by my coworker Mike.  He looks to be 55, heavy set but not fat, balding head with white hair he covers with a faded blue baseball cap, grey shirt and blue jeans.  “Did ya work hard yesterday?”, he asks somewhat mockingly, I ignore the jest.  Gathering the things for the day from my car, with my back to the entrance i hear him again.  “yo dom, did you guys work hard yesterday?”  i’m not sure if he is just joking, or whole-heartedly is curious.  sharply, i say “yea man we weed whacked trap bank edges, got sand in my eye and shit, thats probably why you called out yesterday, to avoid the hard work!”  mike explains his wife actually had a bad fall and was bruised and he needed to stay home to help her.  makes me feel like shit for accusing him of calling hookie, so i apologize and brush it off.
	Start of the day, i am to mow fairways on the back nine, have my first two fairways done and i am half way through my third.  I see my coworker mike again coming along the cart path, i have to look forward to continue to mowing a straight line but i acknowledge him with a head nod, and out of the corner of my eye, i see he does the same.  I finish mowing the first half of the fairway and start to mow the other half about 10-15 minutes after i first saw mike.  As i go to empty the grass clippings my fairway machine collects, i see mikes cart.  At first i think nothing of it and begin to empty the buckets of grass clippings…  the fairway mower has 5 buckets to empty.  i empty the first bucket, go to put it back in its place and think to myself “that is a curious place to park your cart”  i write it off, “maybe he parked there to stay out of the mud, and walked his mower to where he was working”…. grab and empty the second bucket, “i don’t see him anywhere near this cart and its not exactly the closest spot to where he should be going”  replace the second bucket and start emptying the third “maybe he is just taking a bathroom break, there are some trees near there, thats probably what he is doing”.  third and fourth bucket emptied and replaced… i reach for the 5th bucket “well if he is taking a piss i will be able to see him from here, or he will eventually have to walk back to his cart”  replace the 5th and final bucket and begin to climb onto my machine.  the machine’s seat holds you a good 4 feet off the ground so the perspective from there is much better and i can see that on the back of mike’s cart is the machine he is supposed to be mowing with.  i stand up on my machine to see even further, i don’t see him anywhere near the cart or in the woods peeing, or on his phone by a tree or anything.  i don’t see mike at all, it looks like he just disappeared!  i hope off my mower and start walking towards his cart.  I’m squinting my eyes and scanning the landscape trying to find him.  his cart is parked by a few big rocks at the corner of a hair pin turn.  the top of #14 tee to be exact, and beside the cart is what looks to be those grey stones.  i am walking towards the cart, staring at the stone closest to the cart.  i take a quick paced step once i see the stone looks to be too large to be the stones i know to be placed there.  like seeing lightning strike in front of you, in a flash i realize that is not a stone, an instant passes, and the roaring thunder of realization comes with a fast growing rumble, and an ear shattering and unstoppable crash of understanding.  beside the cart, laying on the ground, is my co-worker mike.
	my very next step is fully extended and propels me forward, my legs are stretching and throwing my body forward at full speed.  i am running as fast as i possibly can and realizing more with each pounding step, mike is on the ground, why is mike on the ground, i hope he is just stuck or can’t get up, he’s face down.  Oh my god, he is face down!  i send the signal to my legs, FASTER - NOW FUCKERS - MOVE ITTTT!!, they can’t move any quicker, they are at maximum speed, i stretch my legs to increase my gait.  i can’t get to mike quick enough, he is less than 50 feet away and it is taking AGES to get to him.  I’m screaming his name now, screaming and running and i can’t get there fast enough.  finally I’m right over him, immediately i can see the back of his shaved head is purple.  i flip mike over screaming for him to respond, hoping, praying, pleading that i will turn him over and he will be breathing.  when i roll mike over and saw his face it uncontrollably shocked me.  i didn’t have time to be taken back or even react to it, just a momentary pause for the flood of emotions to be processed.  i had smashed through the glass and into chaos, utter despair, pure horror and fear.  Mike’s face was more purple than the back of his head.  his face had been smushed against cold solid mud, it hadn’t stuck to him or gotten into his nose, but his cheek and upper lip looked smushed, his nose too one nostril held closed against the ground.  the impression the ground left on his face did not immediately snap into place.  slowly the skin faded to it’s original resting place, but it was still off.  his face looked distorted, wrong, purple and smushed, his eyes half-open half-closed and completely expressionless.  he was always smiling or showing how he felt right on his face, big cheesing smile, round cheeks and bright eyes behind his glasses.  t didn’t look like him, wasn’t alive like he was, it was flattened and dull, emotionless and frozen. i caught myself honestly questioning if this was even mike.  there was no way to escape the cold hard truth, it was mike, and he was in extremely bad shape.
	before i had even seen mikes face, before i even knelt beside him, somewhere along the never ending run i had realized already what was going on and what i had to do.  my brain was making checklists, ordering them for me and coming up with instructions for my consciousness to eventually follow once it had caught up to the realization of what needs to be done.  i had wasted so much time it felt like, i had JUST turned him over, JUST slid next to his side and still i felt like it was forever ago i realized he needs help and what needed to be done was already behind schedule.  fumbling and crying and screaming i paw for my phone.  I’m about to be an emotional mess i think to myself.  another part of me is impatient, and it takes over, i dial 9-1-1 for emergency help for the first time in my life.  press enter, there is no ringing or waiting, at least that i remember, it seemed as if i was instantaneously connected and a woman was asking me “where is the location of your emergency”  i’m flooding her with information, a constant stream of consciousness frantic at first and then steady and continuous flow.  “1800 tournament drive off of 202.  its blue bell country club, but that is the address for the main building, we are out on the course.”  I am talking right over her questions, comprehending them seconds later and without pause answering them in a constant flow of words.  ambulance is on it’s way and i want to start compressions, i’ve already been trying while the 911 operator was getting the information from me.  i ask her to instruct me to give cpr, i have half an idea what i am supposed to be doing and have been doing it and continue to as she describes to me the process.  i am impatient and keep telling her to start counting out when i should be doing compressions, finally she gets to it: “1,2….3,4….5,6…..7,8….”  i can feel his rib break, it’s disturbs me but i’ve heard that is better to have a broken live and be alive.  i have the operator on speakerphone and I’m giving mike chest compressions.  “…hands right between his nipples, pushing with the heel of your palm, use both hands to compress the chest two inches downward.”  we count 100 compressions and check for a response, count to 100, and check for a response.  before the first 100 is complete i can hear sirens coming.  I’m so happy someone is coming and it encourages me.  i look at mikes smushed purple face, nothing moves except when i compress his chest, and it deflates me again.  I wish someone else would do this or i could just stop and cry about it but the part of my that feels that way is not physically in control of my body.  i check his mouth and keep saying his name.  my body is in control of doing compressions, my mind is listening to the operator for cues when to send the signal to my body, and i am staring at mikes face.  I’m feel I’m not even doing the compressions, really I’m not, I’m unable to do that, I’m looking over my own shoulder, crying, sobbing, drumming up and pushing down ebbs and flows of hope and despair, my weaker self incapable of anything but encouraging my mind and body to continue.  i am shattered, in shambles, suddenly I’m sucked back into my own body: desperately trying to make my compressions where they are supposed to be, as deep as they are supposed to be, on perfect timing with the operators instructions, acting with determination and courage.
	it has already dawned on me, and i refused to to swallow it, so i spit it back out.  mike is dead.  i knew it from the second i rolled him over to see the grotesque purple smushed face.  mike is dead and there is nothing i can do, it was too late from even the moment i saw him.  he has laid face down for too long.  i deny it and deny and and still to this moment right now writing this i want nothing more than to believe he will be ok.  i want him to be ok, i beg for him to be ok, i would do backflips and marry this man if he is alive and i will never lose contact with him… but very sadly, very hard to admit, or to say, or to let myself think… out of fear that believing it alone might make it true, or that not acknowledging if he is alive or not may give him advantage.   mike is not ok, mike will not start breathing, mike has died.  i am full.  i have already eaten to my capacity, i am not hungry at all.  in fact the sight of food, even the thought, makes me sick!  and now, laying before me is a full feast for an army.  each bite is force fed to me, spooned in my mouth and forced down my throat.  his purple smushed face, a huge chunk to swallow, i can’t please no more.  i already have a stomach full of my own problems, my own stress, my own emotional turmoil.  one more bite!  forced into me, so much to digest and i don’t want it.  i have enough already.  each spoonful bigger then the last.  i refuse, i won’t even think about it, focus on something else.  time inevitably passes and i forget to keep forgetting what happened.  a thought slips in, the worst are the images, tactile memories, very small, seemingly insignificant details are the biggest pieces, dense and heavy, hard to digest.  i can’t seem to even get them past my mouth, i keep tasting them over and over, just want them to be in, so they can be closer to being let go.  mike was happy all day, literally said “no one can bring me down today”  he was singing all morning, happily accepted what everyone would agree is a hard job, even took the hardest route of that job.  this started out well written and I’ve given up, i just want the words to be here before i devote my mind to forgetting them all.  so sad.  i want to put in here too but i can’t find a segway.  chuck talked to mike when he drove by him, told him he didn’t look good and should take it easy or take a rest,  mike said he was working hard and sweating but it was “good exercise”  i thank all my lucky stars that mike was in a really good mood, and hope that he was at least happy.  i really want nothing more than for mike to be alive.  i can’t help but think that he is dead.  i want him to come back, i hope to everything and anything wether i believe or not, i hope and beg anything, anyone anywhere please let mike live.  let him come back to life and be ok!

be happy at all times
never stay angry, hold grudges, or talk badly about someone else
tell everyone that you love exactly how you feel about them
be happy at all times, to the best of your ability
make friends and strive to keep them
tell people when they do good
please and thank you
i love you
be happy at all times

title: [NF] Be Happy at All Times.

question: Summarize the narrator's experience prior to seeing Mike's lifeless body.

answer:
The protagonist works on a golf course alongside Mike and other people. The protagonist and others had done most of the hard work on Thursday without Mike who was absent because his wife was ill. Mike came in the next day and asked the protagonist if he did any hard work the day before. The protagonist was sarcastic towards Mike in his reply. However, he later apologized to Mike.
The protagonist started the day's work, mowing the fairways. He saw Mike doing the same and proceeded to empty the bucket of grass clippings he collected from mowing the fairways. After a while, the protagonist saw Mike's cart but not its driver. He thought nothing about it but continued his work. After a long while, the protagonist decided to look for Mike. He found Mike's body lying beside the cart with his face downwards.

question: Why was Mike asking the protagonist if he worked hard yesterday?


text:
Red dirt littered the outside of the Land Cruiser as we rolled down the unpaved road. Smoke billowed from beyond some of the buildings, and we knew exactly what it was from.

"Do these niggers really think it’ll help ‘em?" Jonah asked from the passenger seat. "How’ll this change anything?"

I kept my gaze on the road and my left hand firmly on the wheel. The coup had started, and we were in charge of the ambassador's escort. The embassy was still another five-minute drive, and since the mob blocked the roads by lighting tires on fire, we would probably have to change our course once or twice.

"I don't agree with the tactics,” I said, “but I can empathize with them. They want an opportunity. Just a chance at a life where they don't have to wake up hungry.”

Jonah rolled his eyes. “The fuck does that mean? You're only saying that cause you grew up here! Damn sympathizer! You're emotionally attached t’these... these... people. That's what’ll get your ass killed, bro."

"I'm not attached. It's more of a respect. I know many of them personally. They're good people."

"Good people my ass.”

Black smoke poured from a group of locals. I slowed down as I neared them and searched for an avenue of escape. Just as I noticed a hole, the group hurried to throw a few tires and douse them in gasoline. I brought the vehicle to a stop and put it in reverse. A few of the men from the mob ran at us. They slammed their machetes against the metal hood of the Land Cruiser. One man threw a rock barely missing the driver's mirror.

"Find me another route," I exclaimed as the vehicle's engine revved and threw us backwards.

"Ay turn right here. Don't see any smoke this way, hope these fuckers haven' hit the alleys yet," Jonah said as he messed with the GPS.

I whizzed down the side road as quickly as the SUV could, hitting bumps and unintentionally testing the suspension system. My view to the rear was a barrage of red dust, and if we were being followed, I couldn’t tell.

A thin man came running into the road and forced me to slam on my breaks. Jonah hit his face on the dash, and cursed a few times with my name in mind.

"Don’ stop. Don't ever fucking stop!" Jonah yelled.

"I know him," I exclaimed. "Samuel! Samuel, it's me!”

The man stopped running and jogged over to the car. "My friend, I am so glad," Samuel said through a bright white smile. "I did not know if you were not going to get through. Many people out here is very violent right now."

"Get in!" I said, slapping the outside of the door a couple times.

Samuel jumped into the back seat and pulled the door closed. I heard his seatbelt click, as I pressed down on the accelerator.

Jonah held his brow, "Am I bleeding?"

"No, you're good," I proclaimed eyeing him for a half second.

"My friends, it is not good out there. The radio say that the president is dead. General Sanogo is now the man, and he say Americans is why the famine is real bad." Samuel's face looked worried. "I do not believe this. But my friends, are you leaving now?"

"Yes thank god, sick'uh this fucking place," Jonah said still holding his forehead.

"We're trying, Samuel, but we have to get to the embassy first. We won't leave without the ambassador," I said looking Samuel in the eyes through the mirror.

We dodged roadblocks, forcing us to take back roads. We passed soldiers with AK's, and heard the scream of bullets. No one had shot at us yet, but if they did, all we had were our issued handguns.

“Jus’ five mags,” Jonah Said.

“What?” I asked.

“We only brought five magazines of ammo.” Jonah repeated loudly.

We needed to get to the embassy so we could suit up, and face the challenges head on. I was tasked with radio communications, and I would have had my radio equipment with me, but we had been sent out on short notice earlier in the morning to search for a specific American student living in town. Our task had failed, he wasn't there, and the two-bedroom loft had been ransacked. We hoped he had found a way out, and hadn't been grabbed by the mob.

I grabbed my water canteen from the cup holder and held it over my shoulder. "Samuel, drink buddy, you're still breathing hard!"

"Merci mon ami," Samuel said as he grabbed the bottle and took a few gulps.

Jonah turned his head towards me.

“He said thank you," I explained. My right hand pushed the stick into second gear as we turned a sharp corner. "Samuel and I have been friends for many years. Samuel taught me to play soccer, and how to fish using just a line."

Samuel laughed. "Yes I remember. You got scared one day because a crocodile came near so... so you ran home. You wouldn't come back for three days," Samuel chuckled and emphasized the day count with three fingers.

We both laughed.

"Jus’ shut up," Jonah exclaimed. "This isn't the time."

It was true, it wasn't the time for us to be reminiscing on the past, but for those few seconds, it sure felt good to remember.

"Take this left," Jonah said. "It's gonna lead us back t’a main road and I don' see any smoke. Hope it’s clear."

I took the turn, and about 500 meters in front of us was a group dancing in the road. They had their machetes up, and a few soldiers waved their AK rifles in the air. I screeched to a stop. As I turned the vehicle around, we must have hit a nail, or a broken beer bottle, because the right front tire blew, throwing the rim onto the rocky ground. The mob had already noticed us. They chanted and sang, and did it while nearing us at an increasing pace. We jumped out of the car, and looked around for an escape. The open road was not an option because we knew farther back the masses would be on their way.

"This way, this way." Samuel yelled at Jonah and I as we both checked our weapons. He had found an alley between two cement buildings and it seemed to lead to another road.

The mob noticed our pale skin, and was at a full sprint. Their cries were no longer that of freedom, but had turned to hate and anger. I knew that they believed full heartedly in what the radio had said, and that they would have no mercy on us.

"We’re behind you. Go!" Jonah told Samuel as he ran behind the African man.

"Coming," I yelled out bringing up the rear.

We turned a few corners, sprinting as fast as we could. This labyrinth of cement walls had to lead somewhere. We could hear the mob getting closer and heard bullets being shot off as we ran into the alley. Jonah turned and weaved. We just did our best to stay on his heels. He gained a small lead on Jonah and I, but we still followed.

We turned a corner, and Samuel was stopped. He stood with his hands on his head facing a cement wall blocking our path. It was way too high for one person to reach the top.

"Help each other up! I will calm them, and will tell them you are not to fault!" Samuel exclaimed confidently waving both of us towards the wall. Breathing heavily, he turned back towards the path where the mob would soon be visible.

"No. Samuel, come with us, we can get all three of us up and over this wall. We have time." I yelled at Samuel who was already facing away from us.

"Samuel, come on. You don't need to do this," Jonah yelled.

Samuel ignored his comment.

“We gotta go, if’e won’t come with us, then there’s nothing we can do. We must leave!” Jonah explained.

Samuel looked back one last time. "It will be alright. Goodbye my friends."

I knew Jonah was right, and thankfully nodded at Samuel. I knelt down to allow Jonah to use my knee as a foothold.

We made it over the wall, and just in time. We heard the cries as they reached the wall. And then everyone went quiet. Samuel was yelling at them and speaking to them in French.

"What's he saying?" Jonah whispered as we kept up a jog.

"He said 'they are not at fault', and I even think he said we were Canadian. He is telling them that we were here to help the people."

The people started shouting out again. It was hard to tell what they were saying, but whatever it was, it wasn't peaceful. Then a man hushed the crowd, and eventually, his voice was the only one we heard.

"Mon homme, je suis officier pour le général, où sont les blancs?" The man said. "Le général veut leur parlé!"

"I work for the general,” I translated, “where are the whites, the general wants to speak with them.”

"Sont pas là!" Samuel protested, his voice echoing.

"They ar..." I started.

"I got that part," Jonah interrupted.

A few of the members started yelling, and soon everyone was in an uproar.

The man hushed the crowd again. "Traître, tue le!"

The crowd went wild, and a few faint yells could be heard. I knew they were Samuel’s.

A tear formed in my eye.

Jonah noticed. "What? What is it?"

"They killed him." I muttered. “Why would he give his life for us?”

“I don’ know,” Jonah answered. “I didn’ even respect ‘im. But he... he was a good man.”

title: [Revised] The Coup - And a Salvation

question: Where is the story set?

answer: It is set in a Francophone African country, where there appears to have been some American intervention and correspondingly local hostility towards Americans. The protagonists are trying to reach the embassy in the middle of a coup where the president is rumoured to be dead and replaced by a general.

question: What is the difference between the narrator's and Jonah's attitude towards the local people?

answer: The narrator empathizes with the locals' feelings and respects their reasons for violence. The narrator states that they know members of the mob personally and is shown to be able to speak their language (French). By contrast Jonah express nothing but hostility, using racial epithets and chiding the narrator for empathizing with the locals' cause.

question: What are the obstacles to the protagonists reaching the embassy?

answer: The route to the embassy was blocked by tires lit on fire by the mob, who moved to block the protagonists as they neared. Some of the mob also attacked the protagonists' car with machetes. After their car tire blew, forcing the protagonists to proceed on foot, the mob chased after them until Samuel helps the narrator and Jonah over a wall.

question: Why does Samuel sacrifice is own life?

answer: The answer is not explicitly stated in the passage, and the narrator and Jonah do not appear to understand why. However, it is possibly due to the close relationship between Samuel and the narrator.


text:
_LIVE IN AMSTERDAM_ is the first live album by Candy Dulfer and contains prior hits such as “Sax-a-go-go,” “Lily Was Here” and “Dance 'till You Bop,” and new songs such as “Synchrodestiny.”

The album features David A. Stewart, Hans Dulfer and Angie Stone as special guests. The album peaked at #27 in the Dutch album charts.

Track listing

  1.     Title                                                   Length
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  1.     “Bob's Jazz”                                            4:57
  2.     “Omara's Dance”                                         5:46
  3.     “For The Love Of You” featuring Angie Stone             8:31
  4.     “Sax-a-Go-Go”                                           10:53
  5.     “Lily Was Here” featuring David A. Stewart              5:23
  6.     “Synchrodestiny” featuring David A. Stewart             5:09
  7.     “Nikki's Dream”                                         8:41
  8.     “Pick Up The Pieces”                                    9:32
  9.     “Dance 'till You Bop Revisited” featuring Hans Dulfer   5:08 |- bgcolor=“#ebf5ff” style="font-size:75%; "

Personnel

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  Candy Dulfer                       Altosax and vocals
  Ulco Bed                           Guitar
  Thomas Bank                        Hammond organ and keyboards
  Roger Happel                       Vocals, rhodes and keyboards
  Pieter Lieberom                    Tenor sax and vocals
  Jan van Duikeren                   Trumpet and vocals
  Oscar Kraal                        Drums and vocals
  Manuel Hugas                       Bass guitar
  David A. Stewart (special guest)   Guitar and electric sitar
  Angie Stone (special guest)        Lead vocals
  Hans Dulfer (special guest)        Tenor sax
  Dick van Dolron                    Assistant producer
  Ronald Trijber                     NOB Mobile audio recording
  Frans Hendriks                     NOB Mobile audio recording, mixing and mastering
  ---------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------

title: Live in Amsterdam (Candy Dulfer album)

question: What does the text say about Candy Dulfer's Live in Amsterdam album?

answer: Candy Dulfer's nine-track live album titled Live in Amsterdam is her first live album that contains former hits like "Sax-a-go-go," "Lily Was Here," and "Dance 'till You Bop," and new songs such as "Synchrodestiny." The album features David A. Stewart, Hans Dulfer, and Angie Stone as special guests, and it peaked at number 27 on the Dutch album charts.

question: What does the text say about the critical reception of the live album?


text:
MCPHERSON COUNTY is a county in the U.S. state of Nebraska. As of the 2010 United States Census, the population was 539,[1] making it the third-least populous county in the state of Nebraska and the eighth-least populous county in the United States. Its county seat is Tryon.[2] The county was formed in 1890 from Logan County; it was named for Civil War General James B. McPherson.[3]

In 1913 a portion of McPherson County was partitioned off to create Arthur County, giving McPherson County its present boundaries.

McPherson County is part of the North Platte, NE Micropolitan Statistical Area.

In the Nebraska license plate system, McPherson County is represented by the prefix 90 (it ranked 90th of 93 counties in the number of vehicles registered when the license plate system was established in 1922).

Geography

The terrain of McPherson County consists of low rolling hills sloping to the south-southeast. A small portion of the area is under center pivot irrigation.[4] The county has a total area of , of which is land and (0.1%) is water.[5]

Most of Nebraska's 93 counties (the eastern 2/3, including McPherson County) observe Central Time; the western counties observe Mountain Time. McPherson County is the westernmost of the Nebraska counties to observe Central Time.[6]

Adjacent counties

-   Hooker County - north
-   Thomas County - northeast
-   Logan County - east
-   Lincoln County - southeast
-   Keith County - southwest (boundary of Mountain Time)
-   Arthur County - west (boundary of Mountain Time)

Major highways

-   [] Nebraska Highway 92
-   [] Nebraska Highway 97

Demographics

As of the 2000 United States Census,[7] there were 533 people, 202 households, and 157 families in the county. The population density was 0.6 people per square mile (0.2/km²). There were 283 housing units at an average density of 0.3 per square mile (0.1/km²). The racial makeup of the county was 97.94% White, 0.38% Asian, 1.69% from other races. 1.50% of the population were Hispanic or Latino of any race. 44.4% were of German, 14.4% American, 9.2% Irish, 8.7% Swedish and 6.3% English ancestry according to Census 2000.

There were 202 households, out of which 34.20% had children under the age of 18 living with them, 73.80% were married couples living together, 3.50% had a female householder with no husband present, and 21.80% were non-families. 19.80% of all households were made up of individuals, and 14.40% had someone living alone who was 65 years of age or older. The average household size was 2.64 and the average family size was 3.01.

The county population contained 27.60% under the age of 18, 5.30% from 18 to 24, 26.10% from 25 to 44, 22.90% from 45 to 64, and 18.20% who were 65 years of age or older. The median age was 41 years. For every 100 females, there were 99.60 males. For every 100 females age 18 and over, there were 97.90 males. The median income for a household in the county was $25,750, and the median income for a family was $31,250. Males had a median income of $25,192 versus $13,393 for females. The per capita income for the county was $13,055. 16.20% of the population and 14.00% of families were below the poverty line. Out of the total people living in poverty, 21.70% are under the age of 18 and 17.30% are 65 or older.

Communities

Cities and towns

-   Tryon (county seat)
-   Ringgold

Former communities

-   Flats[8]

Politics

McPherson County voters have been strongly Republican since the beginning. In only two national elections since 1900 has the county selected the Democratic Party candidate (as of 2020). In 2020, Democrat Joe Biden had the worst showing for a major party Presidential candidate in the county's history, tallying just 14 votes for only 4.9%.

  Year                               Republican                                Democratic                                Third Parties
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  style=“text-align:center;” |2016   style=“text-align:center;” |89.6% _257_   style=“text-align:center;” |4.9% _14_     5.6% _16_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2012   style=“text-align:center;” |81.4% _237_   style=“text-align:center;” |14.1% _41_    4.5% _13_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2008   style=“text-align:center;” |81.9% _240_   style=“text-align:center;” |15.4% _45_    2.7% _8_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2004   style=“text-align:center;” |83.0% _259_   style=“text-align:center;” |15.7% _49_    1.3% _4_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2000   style=“text-align:center;” |81.1% _244_   style=“text-align:center;” |16.0% _48_    3.0% _9_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1996   style=“text-align:center;” |72.4% _233_   style=“text-align:center;” |15.5% _50_    12.1% _39_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1992   style=“text-align:center;” |66.0% _217_   style=“text-align:center;” |14.9% _49_    19.1% _63_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1988   style=“text-align:center;” |78.4% _229_   style=“text-align:center;” |20.6% _60_    1.0% _3_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1984   style=“text-align:center;” |82.9% _295_   style=“text-align:center;” |16.0% _57_    1.1% _4_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1980   style=“text-align:center;” |83.1% _285_   style=“text-align:center;” |14.3% _49_    2.6% _9_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1976   style=“text-align:center;” |66.4% _221_   style=“text-align:center;” |31.2% _104_   2.4% _8_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1972   style=“text-align:center;” |85.5% _247_   style=“text-align:center;” |14.5% _42_    style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1968   style=“text-align:center;” |76.1% _236_   style=“text-align:center;” |12.9% _40_    11.0% _34_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1964   style=“text-align:center;” |67.8% _219_   style=“text-align:center;” |32.2% _104_   style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1960   style=“text-align:center;” |81.9% _303_   style=“text-align:center;” |18.1% _67_    style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1956   style=“text-align:center;” |74.1% _281_   style=“text-align:center;” |25.9% _98_    style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1952   style=“text-align:center;” |87.0% _355_   style=“text-align:center;” |13.0% _53_    style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1948   style=“text-align:center;” |68.1% _209_   style=“text-align:center;” |31.9% _98_    style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1944   style=“text-align:center;” |72.4% _310_   style=“text-align:center;” |27.6% _118_   style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1940   style=“text-align:center;” |71.6% _414_   style=“text-align:center;” |28.4% _164_   style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1936   style=“text-align:center;” |55.8% _326_   style=“text-align:center;” |42.8% _250_   1.4% _8_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1932   style=“text-align:center;” |43.5% _291_   style=“text-align:center;” |54.9% _367_   1.6% _11_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1928   style=“text-align:center;” |84.3% _419_   style=“text-align:center;” |13.9% _69_    1.8% _9_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1924   style=“text-align:center;” |40.3% _213_   style=“text-align:center;” |18.2% _96_    41.5% _219_[10]
  style=“text-align:center;” |1920   style=“text-align:center;” |70.0% _229_   style=“text-align:center;” |22.9% _75_    7.0% _23_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1916   style=“text-align:center;” |33.3% _106_   style=“text-align:center;” |57.9% _184_   8.8% _28_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1912   style=“text-align:center;” |19.8% _114_   style=“text-align:center;” |31.2% _180_   49.0% _283_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1908   style=“text-align:center;” |54.7% _234_   style=“text-align:center;” |38.6% _165_   6.8% _29_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1904   style=“text-align:center;” |80.6% _108_   style=“text-align:center;” |9.0% _12_     10.5% _14_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1900   style=“text-align:center;” |59.9% _85_    style=“text-align:center;” |38.0% _54_    2.1% _3_

  : PRESIDENTIAL ELECTIONS RESULTS[9]

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[4] [https://www.google.com/maps/place/McPherson+County,+NE/@41.5093969,-101.1495078,30077m/data=!3m1!1e3!4m5!3m4!1s0x8777b95a7ac37591:0x3f78a622439912a4!8m2!3d41.6222686!4d-101.0711758 _McPherson County NE_ Google Maps (accessed 23 January 2019)]

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[6] [https://www.google.com/search?q=mountain+time+line+map&tbm=isch&source=iu&ictx=1&fir=RUjCMBjeIiO8hM%253A%252C3aqjtMmxdlTA-M%252C_&usg=AI4_-kQk1pvtETGPO2WW6rWODGq6hR_tvQ&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwi1g4GwkYPgAhUprVQKHeIlAt4Q9QEwDnoECAMQCA#imgrc=TpMe2DRg-3OeWM: Map of Time Zone Line through Nebraska (accessed 22 January 2019)]

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[8] [https://www.google.com/maps/place/McPherson+County,+NE/@41.6557491,-101.3460627,12z/data=!4m5!3m4!1s0x8777b95a7ac37591:0x3f78a622439912a4!8m2!3d41.6222686!4d-101.0711758 _Flats NE_ Google Maps (accessed 23 January 2019)]

[9] Election Results

[10] The leading “other” candidate, Progressive Bob La Follette, received 207 votes, while Prohibition candidate Herman P. Faris received 12 votes.

title: McPherson County, Nebraska

question: What plate number does McPherson County have and why?

answer: McPherson County falls under the Nebraska license plate system and is represented with the prefix 90 because it ranked 90th in the number of vehicles registered in 1922.

question: Summarize the geography of the county.

answer: The county's terrain consists of low rolling hills sloping to the south-southeast. A small portion of the area is under center pivot irrigation. The county observes Central Time.

question: What is the political situation of the county like?

answer: The county's voters have been strongly Republican. A Democratic Party candidate has been chosen in only two national elections so far.