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-   CBS 60 Minutes on the Elite Worldwide Pedophile Network. [30:00] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eRrSnHTZVDQ

-   New York Times article from 1982: "Prostitution rings are providing young boys to male customers in Washington and are reportedly selling information about their clients' sexual preferences to foreign intelligence services, a private investigator testified yesterday." http://www.nytimes.com/1982/07/27/nyregion/boy-sex-rings-said-to-peddle-client-data-to-foreign-agents.html

-   Under the ‘Kentler Experiment’ of the 1970s, Berlin welfare authorities handed over homeless teenagers to known paedophiles. In most cases they were asked to care for 13 - 15-year-old drug addicts and prostitutes. “It is simply unimaginable that something like this happened with state oversight.” https://www.irishtimes.com/life-and-style/health-family/germany-s-secret-paedophilia-experiment-1.2897942

-   Woman went on Dr Phil Show exposing international pedophile ring, says she was sold to a trafficking organization as a newborn. "I traveled all over the world to have sex with them. They were all extremely rich, prominent members of society." [4:14] In another clip, she says she was forced to have sex before she could talk. [2:33]

-   Members of a U.N. peacekeeping mission engaged in "transactional sex" with more than 225 Haitian women in exchange for food and medication, a sign that sexual exploitation remains significantly underreported in such missions. About a third of alleged sexual abuse involves minors under 18. http://archive.is/ixbDa

-   Former Senior United Nations Official Facing Pedophilia Charges in Nepal. One of the world’s leading experts on humanitarian work with street children and children affected by war has been arrested on pedophilia charges. An initial investigation claims the 60-year-old had offered children foreign trips and better education before sexually abusing them. http://www.newsweek.com/former-senior-united-nations-official-facing-pedophilia-charges-nepal-876783

-   A new report commissioned by the Colombian government and FARC rebels has concluded U.S. soldiers and military contractors sexually abused at least 54 children in Colombia between 2003 and 2007. The investigator cites one case where 53 girls in the town of Melgar were targeted by contractors who filmed the abuse and sold the films as pornography. In another case, a 12-year-old girl was allegedly drugged and raped by a U.S. Army sergeant and a contractor. Under immunity agreements, none of the alleged abusers were ever punished. The media group FAIR notes the story has received no coverage in the U.S. corporate media. A number of U.S. outlets have reported on a new Justice Department probe which concludes U.S. drug enforcement agents in Colombia participated in "sex parties" with prostitutes hired by Colombian drug cartels. http://archive.is/0iSv4 (5th story down on this page)

-   Pedophile-ring in UK Parliament https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/morning-mix/wp/2014/07/07/a-big-political-cover-up-of-1980s-pedophile-ring-in-u-k-parliament/

-   Former Republican House Speaker Dennis Hastert on Wednesday admitted to sexually abusing teenage boys during his time as a high school wrestling coach in a Chicago suburb before his career as an elected official. http://www.cbsnews.com/news/alleged-sex-abuse-victim-of-dennis-hastert-identifies-himself-publicly/

-   Highly connected Billionaire and convicted pedo Jeffery Epstein only serves 13 month sentence. Numerous allegations surface, including that he used underaged girls for blackmail on politicians and others. https://www.theguardian.com/world/2015/jan/10/jeffrey-epstein-decade-scandal-prince-andrew

-   O.K. Boys Ranch: Much of the Boys Ranch staff was, at best, indifferent to the suffering. At worst, concluded a state investigation, some staff members sodomized and beat the boys themselves. http://community.seattletimes.nwsource.com/archive/?date=19951214&slug=2157707

-   Discovery Channel Documentary - "Conspiracy of Silence" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vBSIDQt5Dwc

Hollywood:

-   Hollywood’s Other ‘Open Secret’ Besides Harvey Weinstein: Preying on Young Boys https://www.thedailybeast.com/hollywoods-other-open-secret-besides-harvey-weinstein-preying-on-young-boys

-   Child sexual abuse cases in Hollywood attract attention http://articles.latimes.com/2012/jan/08/business/la-fi-ct-hollywood-molesters-20120109

-   The Pedophile Director Embraced by Hollywood- Filmmaker Victor Salva was convicted of raping a 12-year-old boy. But his new film, ‘Jeepers Creepers 3,’ is now playing in theaters. Why has Hollywood given this monster a pass? https://www.thedailybeast.com/the-pedophile-director-embraced-by-hollywood

-   Actor Corey Feldman Says Pedophilia No. 1 Problem for Child Stars http://abcnews.go.com/Entertainment/corey-feldman-pedophilia-problem-child-actors-contributed-demise/story?id=14256781

-   Kevin Spacey apologizes, comes out as gay to confuse the public after allegation of sexual advance on 14-year-old http://abcnews.go.com/Entertainment/choose-now-live-gay-man-kevin-spacey-emotional/story?id=50804057

Unfortunately, this is so common in Hollywood that it's considered "an open secret."

I highly recommend this documentary _An Open Secret_ (on Pedos in Hollywood with testimony from stars, court cases, etc, 1:40:00): https://vimeo.com/142444429

And finally...

-   Several of the children who Cameron experimented on were sexually abused, in at least one case by several men. One of the children was filmed numerous times performing sexual acts with high-ranking federal government officials, in a scheme set up by Cameron and other MKULTRA researchers, to blackmail the officials to ensure further funding for the experiments. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unethical_human_experimentation_in_the_United_States#Founding

question: What is the name of the program referenced?

answer: 60 Minutes

question: What is the subject matter for this episode?

answer: An elite worldwide pedophile network.

question: What year did the New York Times publish an article on providing young boys to customers in Washington?

answer: 1982.

question: Where were members of a U.N. peacekeeping mission accused of engaging in transactional sex with more than 225 woman?

answer: Haiti.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: All over the world, there is evidence that there are sex trafficking rings patronized and funded by more "elite" people-people with money, prowess, and different kinds of clout, such as political. Pedophile rings have been exposed by individuals as well as law enforcement investigations in countries such as the US and Colombia. This is a non-exhaustive list of stories to support and bolster these claims.


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[Jhorlis Huallpa, 17, carries a bagful of tarps, to be used for drying coca leaves, in La Mar, province of Ayacucho, Peru.]
HUANTA, Peru (AP) — He slides two T-shirts, shorts, canned tuna, toasted corn and boiled potatoes into the rucksack atop 11 pounds of semi-refined cocaine. In a side pocket, a .38-caliber Chinese pistol.

Mardonio Borda is a 19-year-old native Quechua with broken Spanish and a sixth-grade education. But he has at least $125,000 worth of drugs on his back that he will carry out of Peru's main coca-growing valley. He is among untold hundreds of cocaine backpackers who make the difficult and dangerous trek up Andean mountain paths first carved by their pre-Incan ancestors.

In this country that overtook Colombia in 2012 as the world's No. 1 cocaine-producing nation, Borda regularly hikes within a few hours of the Machu Picchu tourist mecca, bound for Cuzco with drugs. Sixty percent of Peru's cocaine comes from the remote Apurimac, Ene and Mantaro river valley, and the backpackers trek for three to five days to deliver cocaine to traffickers who move the drugs on for export. But it is not the lung-searing ascents to high altitudes that worry the young men. It is the armed gangs, crooked police, and rival backpacker groups who regularly rob cocaine's beasts of burden on journeys that can extend 100 miles (160 kilometers) or more.

"It's win or lose," said Borda, "like casino gambling."

Hauling cocaine out of the valley is about the only way to earn decent cash in this economically depressed region where a farmhand earns less than $10 a day. Beyond extinguishing young lives, the practice has packed Peru's highland prisons with backpackers while their bosses evade incarceration.

It is a big business. Roughly one third of the 305 metric tons of cocaine that the U.S. government estimates Peru produces each year travels by foot.

A hardy lot, cocaine backpackers are mostly native Quechua speakers like Borda and hail from the isolated peasant communities that suffered the worst atrocities of Peru's 1980-2000 dirty war with Shining Path rebels. Not a few backpackers are orphans, and some are Ashaninka, members of Peru's largest Amazon indigenous group.

The region's poverty rate is triple the national average, but the backpackers earn from $150 to $400 per trip, depending on the load. The 11 pounds of coca paste that Borda shoulders are worth about $3,500 in Peru — and 16 times as much wholesale in the United States. As powdered cocaine sold by the gram in New York City, it would fetch up to $250,000.

"The great majority haven't finished high school," said Laura Barrenechea, a sociologist whose non-governmental group CEDRO last year interviewed 33 backpackers inside the maximum-security Yanamilla prison in Ayacucho, a regional capital in Peru's central highlands where many backpackers' journeys end.

"They are not really conscious that they are the first link in the drug-trafficking chain."

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Not a single fully paved road rises out of the Apurimac river valley, which stretches northward for 250 miles (400 kilometers), separating the Andes ridge from the Amazon basin.

Police say more and more cocaine is being processed to powder rather than left as coca paste, which includes residues of hydrocarbons, typically gasoline, used in the initial processing. While authorities say most of the drugs are now flown out, backpacking is dependable in the rainy season, cheaper than hiring a pilot and plane — and key to evading police checkpoints.

Backpackers, or "mochileros," ("mochila" is Spanish for backpack), have been hauling cocaine this way for nearly two decades.

After reaching highland cities on foot, cocaine travels mostly via highway either to Pacific ports or Bolivia's nearby border.

Peru's cocaine trade is highly decentralized, run by scores of extended families who sell to representatives of foreign cartels. The backpackers they hire travel in groups as small as four and as large as 70. Guards with assault rifles often accompany them, as do scouts who walk 20 minutes ahead.

"You don't sleep," said Alcides Martinez, a wiry 24-year-old backpacker. Martinez said he has worked several times as a guard, earning $1,000 per trip and carrying Galil and FAL assault rifles.

The traffickers also tote radios and satellite phones. Police, by comparison, rarely have more than cellphones.

A typical trip begins with a ride down into the valley paid for by the patron. One backpacker described how his group would then get fed at a house in the Apurimac valley town of Lechemayo, issued backpacks and driven as high as the dirt road went. Some backpackers carry handguns, some grenades.

At times, it rains so hard that mochileros, exhausted, hire horses and mules. But they're an additional expense — and a potential liability.

Martinez, who says he's made 30 trips since age 18, lost two close friends. One slipped and fell off a precipice in the confusion of an armed robbery. Another was suspected of being an informant — and took two bullets to the head. Martinez knows he could easily meet the same fate.

Cocaine backpacking is a twice-monthly endeavor for the jack-of-all-trades, who also works construction and in the fields. His wife wants him to stop. "'You've got to find other work,' she tells me."

But he rarely refuses a trip. He needs to feed his wife and two children — ages one month and 2 years.

Rufina Galvez wishes her only son, Yuri, had stopped.

The university student had gotten his father's permission to haul coca to pay for his agronomy studies, his mother said. He adored her, ferrying her around Ayacucho on his blue motorcycle, buying her groceries, making sure she always had cell phone minutes.

When he started backpacking, Yuri always checked in by phone. So when he didn't call after a March 2013 smuggling trip, his mother turned to reading coca leaves to try to divine his fate, tossing them on her skirt as is customary.

"The leaves fell spine-up, a bad sign," she said.

Yuri was found face-up on a mountain trail, with bullet wounds to his head, stomach and arm.

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"Nobody goes out unarmed," said a 26-year-old backpacker from Andahuaylas. "The boss told us that if we run into a small group of police — eight or 10 — we should fight ... throw a grenade." Otherwise, surrender.

His career ended after four trips when he invested in a load he helped carry. He is convinced that his boss hired thieves to steal his 25-kilogram (more than 50-pound) share when his guard was down. He said the boss then demanded he pay for the stolen drugs.

The backpacker moved with his parents to the Pacific coast, where they harvest rice. Two years later, they still haven't paid off the $10,000 bank loan they took out to invest in the drug shipment.

"I can't go back," he said, speaking on condition of anonymity out of fear. "They said they're going to kill me."

Andahuaylas is controlled by traffickers, and most people live either directly or indirectly off the trade, backpackers say, a claim backed by prosecutors and investigators from Peru's elite counternarcotics police.

Many of the young men believe their bosses sometimes sacrifice a small group of backpackers to police so a much larger contingent can pass unperturbed carrying far more cocaine.

Rural medic Oscar Huaman runs a health post along a principal backpacker route, where he sees mochileros almost daily.

Huaman had to pluck grenade fragments in January from the legs and faces of two backpackers who were attacked cooling off at a stream. One lost his pack and the nearly 18 pounds of cocaine inside.

It could have been worse. Villagers along the remote routes sometimes run across putrefied corpses.

"Out there you rot. The dogs and pumas eat you," said Hector Fernandez, justice of the peace in Putis, a major backpacker transit zone.

Deaths often go unreported. Bodies lack identification papers, and villagers bury them without notifying authorities.

Borda, the backpacker whose route passes near Machu Picchu, says his group of four was once confronted by five gunmen.

"We only had three .38-caliber pistols," he said. "So that they wouldn't kill us, we gave them all the backpacks."

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Narcotics police Maj. Juan Tardio was frustrated, tired and his fingers were going numb.

His men had hiked five hours and spent a frigid night in rugged mountains only to watch as their quarry, 15 mochileros, appeared at 1 a.m. on a different trail two-thirds of a mile away.

"We had good intelligence, but we could only stake out one of three paths, and they chose another," the major said after walking his men down the mountain in a cold drizzle.

Backpackers can choose from myriad routes on the half-dozen corridors of sparsely populated steppe. They often hike at night, to avoid detection.

Few backpackers know before they are arrested that they face eight- to 15-year prison sentences, says Barrenechea, the sociologist. If they are caught with unlicensed firearms, sentences are stiffer.

The law was amended last year to strip anyone newly convicted of drug trafficking of a chance at parole. They must now serve the minimum: Eight years.

In highlands prisons along the western rim of the Apurimac river valley, nearly half the inmates are in for cocaine trafficking — compared to a fifth nationwide.

At the Ayacucho prison, 1,128 out of the 2,327 inmates were in for drug-related crimes in January, the latest month for which data was available. No statistics are kept on how many are mochileros, but prosecutors say it's the majority. In Andahuaylas, half of the 343 inmates were in for drug-related crimes.

President Ollanta Humala's government has not addressed the high incarceration rate, though the president did lament the backpackers' fate during a July speech in Cuzco: "I'm embarrassed for this country because we have not offered them opportunity."

Sociologist and drug war analyst Jaime Antezana said cocaine backpackers are targeted by law enforcement because powerful traffickers evade prosecution and capture by bribing police, prosecutors and judges.

"The policy is basically concentrated on the masses, on the narco lumpen proletariat, which is the backpackers. And they end up jamming the prisons."

Only a handful of local and regional drug capos have been arrested in recent years — and no major traffickers, says Sonia Medina, Peru's state attorney for narcotics and a harsh critic of drug corruption in the country's criminal justice system.

Gen. Vicente Romero, Peru's No. 2 police commander, says some backpackers long ago graduated to the big leagues of trafficking, moving to Bolivia to buy small planes and join the airborne-smuggling business.

Borda, the 19-year-old backpacker, has a more humble ambition.

He is saving up to buy a plot of land and get into the business on the ground floor.

"With coca bushes of my own," he said, "I'll earn more money."

question: What does the text say about the dangers of cocaine backpacking?

answer: The dangers are many, coming in different forms. The cocaine backpackers face both the police and rival gangs on their trek to wholesale traffickers. The confrontations can be deadly, and if the police catch the backpackers, they can be jailed for eight to fifteen years. In one case, a backpacker who took a loan to invest in cocaine was attacked by gang members, owing the amount of the loan to the smugglers' boss. He believes the boss betrayed him to steal the 25 kilograms of cocaine on him.

question: What does the text say about the roads used by cocaine backpackers in Peru?

answer: The cocaine trade mentioned happens in the rural areas of Peru, littered with many roads through the forests and mountains. They reach high up on the mountains and run on for several days. There are many different roads the backpackers use, which are often traversed at night. On one of those roads, a medic offers his services to the backpackers. The police patrols the roads, trying to hinder the backpackers' efforts. The gangs too litter the roads.

question: What advice does the text offer to prospective cocaine smugglers?

question: What does the text say about the motivations of backpackers?

answer: Backpacking is the most lucrative option the backpackers have, paying a lot more than the average wage in Peru. Many of them wish to help their kids or parents, perhaps both. It's potentially a career to advance in, whether as an investor or a future grower. Another point that helps the backpackers' motivation is their lack of knowledge that they are part of a great drug smuggling chain and would face many years in jail if caught.


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After almost 15 years without any major changes to its Disciplinary Code, FIFA´s new vision has now been reflected in the 2019 edition. The new code has been developed in consultation with the six confederations and other key football stakeholders. It is better structured, clearer, more concise (down from 147 articles to 72), more transparent and incorporates innovative modifications in the context of FIFA’s disciplinary proceedings.

Content-wise, topics like racism and discrimination have been updated, putting FIFA at the forefront of the fight against this appalling attack on the fundamental human rights of individuals.

In consultation with the Fare network, the principle of zero tolerance on racism and any form of discrimination has been updated in line with FIFA President´s recent statement to the effect that discrimination has no place in football and FIFA will not hesitate to tackle any form of discriminatory behaviour. There are three important points to highlight in this regard:

-   The scope, definition and content of our anti-racism and anti-discrimination vision have been fully aligned with the highest international standards, including the prosecution of any discrimination on account of race, skin colour, ethnic, national or social origin, gender, disability, sexual orientation, language, religion, political opinion, wealth, birth or any other status or any other reason;
-   As a general rule, a match is automatically forfeited if the referee decides to abandon it after having applied the three-step procedure for discriminatory incidents;
-   For reoffenders involved in racist or discriminatory incidents or if the circumstances of the case require it, the disciplinary measures now include the implementation of a prevention plan to foster education on diversity and fight discrimination in football.
-   Also, FIFA’s Disciplinary Committee may permit the victim to make a statement, allowing the latter to participate in the proceedings. FIFA will not let down victims of racist abuse.

The fight against match manipulation has also been simplified and the Disciplinary Committee is now the only body competent to deal with match manipulation matters at FIFA level.

Another key principle of the new code is FIFA´s commitment to enforce both financial and non-financial decisions and agreements rendered by the FIFA Dispute Resolution Chamber and the Players’ Status Committee, as the natural forums of disputes between clubs, players, associations, coaches and other football stakeholders, through the Disciplinary Committee.

FIFA must use its prominent global position to deliver financial justice, and where relevant, to exercise its power as world football’s governing body.

In this area, the new code contemplates three main changes:

-   FIFA will enforce ordinary CAS awards: the mechanism provided to enforce CAS appeal proceedings has been extended to ordinary CAS awards, with the result that all CAS decisions will now be enforced by FIFA.
-   FIFA will impose a transfer ban on clubs not paying outstanding amounts until they have paid all of their debts. A transfer ban has been shown to be the most effective instrument for this purpose.
-   FIFA will act against the sporting successor of a debtor, a practice that has unfortunately become more common in recent years as clubs attempt to avoid mandatory financial responsibilities towards other clubs, players, managers, etc.

Also, in the interests of respecting the rights of individuals and transparency during proceedings, FIFA has decided to close the gap that exists between individuals in terms of their financial power by supporting those who have insufficient financial means at disciplinary proceedings. FIFA legal aid will provide financial support as well as access to adequate counsel who will act on a pro bono basis.

Moreover, for the first time, certain types of disciplinary hearings – concerning doping and match-manipulation cases – will be open to the public if the parties request it.

Finally, a dedicated FIFA website (legal.fifa.com) will be launched in the final quarter of 2019 containing the main decisions passed by the FIFA judicial bodies as well other useful legal resources.

These, and many more, are the fundamental changes of the new FIFA Disciplinary Code, which will come into force on 15 July 2019. It will provide FIFA with a unique legal instrument to confront the many disciplinary issues that it and its stakeholders will face in the future in a reliable and innovative manner.

question: What does the text say about hard fouls?

question: What does the text say about FIFA's Disciplinary Code?

answer: FIFA's new vision has now been reflected in the 2019 Disciplinary Code after almost 15 years without any major changes. The new code has been developed in consultation with the six confederations and other key football stakeholders. The new Disciplinary Code is more concise, down from 147 articles to 72. It is also more transparent, clearer, better structured and incorporates innovative modifications in the context of FIFA's disciplinary proceedings. FIFA now has a zero-tolerance policy on any form of racism and discrimination, updated in line with the FIFA President's recent statement that discrimination has no place in football. The Disciplinary Committee is now the only body that deals with match manipulation matters at FIFA levels.

question: What does the text say about FIFA's commitment when it comes to enforcing financial and non-financial decisions?

answer: Financial and non-financial enforcement decisions are key principles of the new code. Decisions and agreements are rendered by the FIFA Dispute Resolution Chamber and the Players' Status Committee. The natural forums of disputes between clubs, players, associations, coaches, and other football stakeholders, through the Disciplinary Committee.

question: What does the text say about the three main changes in FIFA's new Disciplinary Code?

answer: The mechanism to enforce CAS appeal proceedings has been extended to ordinary CAS awards. FIFA will now enforce all ordinary CAS awards and decisions. FIFA will impose a transfer ban on clubs not paying outstanding amounts until all their debts are paid. FIFA will act against the sporting successor of a debtor, a practice that has become more common in recent years as clubs attempt to avoid mandatory financial responsibilities towards players, managers, and other clubs.


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"God I hate myself right now" I muttered as I pulled up to the complex and did a quick search of the parking lot. "Seriously, what the fuck Zack? What could you possibly hope to get out of this?" There was no red car, so I pulled out and crept along to the next apartment complex. It was the middle of the day, but this area of the city was surprisingly empty and dilapidated. Still, I was all nerves, worried that someone might see me. There was a sick, twisted energy exuding from my stomach that kept my hands and face shivering. Despite that and despite the sheer stupidity of what I was trying to do, I kept driving. I didn't know what else to do. I wanted something, *anything* from this relationship, even if it was just heart rending jealousy.

"Fuck, this complex is shittier than the last. He's really taking the starving artist ideal to heart, huh?" As I began to circle the lot looking for the red sedan, I started reminiscing about how I'd gotten to this point. I suppose it began seven years ago when I first met her, but that's too far gone. Too many other events and changes stem from that meeting. Instead my mind skipped forward a few years to the first of several painful conversations that we'd have. I guess that's where the jealousy really began.

"So you remember that guy who asked me out last week?" she asked me.

"Which one? You can't expect me to honestly keep up with your dating life."

"Derek! The hot one! He's different from all the others. Remember, he tried to show you how to do a karate kick?"

"Ohhhh, that fuckwad. Yeah, what about him?" I was hopelessly in love with this girl, so I couldn't help but let some hostility sink into my words.

"He's not a fuckwad. He's actually really nice. Anyways, I went over to his house last night and we made out for like 4 hours. It was *heaven*."

"Oh god, here we go again. You go through these guys like candy. Just don't let yourself get hurt, okay?" This must have been the 7th fling she'd had since she'd broken up with her fiance. That was a month ago and I could tell she was coping with meaningless sex, but who was I to say anything? I didn't know the first thing about romance or how to heal a broken heart. I just wanted her to be mine.

"I won't get hurt. Derek's different. He's actually happy, unlike everyone else I've dated. And he really likes me. I think this one might last," she chirped.

"You've only known him for four hours! And I doubt you guys said much during that time. Whatever. Do what you feel. Wanna grab some lunch?"

And that was only the beginning of it. Over the next few weeks, she recounted to me in sordid detail every progressing stage of their carnal relationship. I listened with a ravenously morbid curiosity. I'd never had sex, or even kissed anyone. All I knew of love came from Pornhub, so the things she told me I couldn't help but be fascinated by. And that fascination mixed with a growing jealousy that made me sleepless and gaunt. I was missing classes, blowing off my family and friends in a surprisingly futile attempt to deal with new feelings. In retrospect, I'm glad nobody staged an intervention. I probably would have admitted to a heroin addiction rather than the truth.

There! I'd found her car! That meant she was here, with him, right now. I had no idea what to do. I wasn't actually planning on finding her. I figured I would just drive around aimlessly and commiserate over the past until there was nothing else to do. My thoughts were racing like children. They were eager, misguided and stumbling into each other constantly. Should I go up and try to find his apartment? Should I wait by her car? Should I wait till they're done and go in angrily? As I sat there trying to decide on a course of action, my mind flitted to another memory, more recent than the last.

"Will you come to dinner with us? Derek really wants to meet you." read the text I'd just gotten. Derek and her were going to restaurants and movies now. This was the closest I'd even seen her get to one of her fuckbuddies.

"Fuck you. Why would you even ask that?"

...is what I should have written instead of the cordial confirmation I meekly sent back. Regretting my passivity, I began to get ready. If I was going to be forced to hang out with Derek, the least I could do was look better than him. I shaved, did my hair and wore a suit. Looking at my reflection in the mirror actually made me smile in spite of everything. I looked like a cross between a Gap commercial and a 2nd rate celebrity. God damn, but I was handsome. Too bad it never got me what I wanted.

So I drove over to some shitty hookah bar on the other side of town and prepared to mandolin my heart. When I got there, they were sitting next to each other and giggling conspiratorially. I immediately imagined her blowing him on the car ride over.

"Hey! How are you guys?! Sorry I'm late. You wouldn't believe how hard it is to get a prostitute to leave your house." I said as I sat down.

"Haha, what? Since when do you hire prostitutes?" she asked me.

"Oh, I don't. Other people hire them for me. I just inspire excessive gratitude in my friends and unfortunately, many of them don't know how to express it," I replied. Awkward over confidence was my go-to card when I felt uncomfortable. "Oh, I'm sorry. You must be Derek. I'm Zack, with a K. It's nice to finally meet you."

"Hi, it's good to meet you too. I've heard so much about you," he replied. "Is that really true about the prostitutes?"

"Haha, no. I just make up stories sometimes. I find it makes life a little more interesting. Most days are dull, you know? You have to interject something into them."

We then proceeded to spend an entire evening together. After the hookah bar, I took them to a local art gallery and showed off some of my favorite pieces from the Postmodern period. I didn't know the first thing about art, but was great at bullshit like that. They had a good time, I think. I certainly didn't, but I don't think I let it show. I'd gotten pretty good at that over the years. I'd had no other choice if I was determined to keep up my charade.

I'd finally gotten out of the car. I'd been pacing back and forth from my Corolla to the stairs. I didn't even know what room they were in. Did they have the blinds open? Were they watching me right now in confusion? Was I going to have security called on me? I was an utter mess of anger, frustration, and arousal. And I couldn't justify any of it. But like a gear, I was being inexorably forced forward bit by piecemeal bit. I made a quick round of the first floor and saw no one resembling my obsessions. So with a deep and violent shaking, I began to climb to stairs onto the second floor. My mind was filled with nipples, fluids and positions I'd gleaned from other people's ecstasy.

Somehow I made it to the second floor and eagerly began to make my search but as soon as I turned a the next corner, there was no need - I'd found my sickening goal. There was bile in my throat and I dry heaved a couple of times. Despite the balmy weather, I was still shivering as if I'd just been taken off of an analgesic.

They were fucking.

The blinds were open.

I furtively watched till the end.

They were doing it doggy style and facing away from the landing I was on. But even if I had been right next to the window I doubt they could have been bothered from the transcendent ecstasy they were in. I imagined that I could hear their moans from where I was standing and feel the sweat that drenched their bodies in my pits. It was revolting and sensuous. I wanted to record it or run. Part of me was ecstatic at finally seeing her do the things she always talked about. Part of me murderously screamed out of my skin that it should be ***me***.

I wish I could say that something definitive happened next - that they saw me, that I barged in angrily making baseless demands, that I shattered the window and let my violent tendencies carry the day. Anything at all, but the truth would be a fitting end to this lukewarm spill of a tale. But life isn't like that. We don't get endings, beginnings or even events that follow logically. No, life is a senseless miasma of unrelated, unpurposed events that hurtle forward through the threads of our lives ripping apart our notions of tenderness to simply arrive nowhere. There are no categories, there is no connection or distinction between events. It is what it is, and what it is resists explanation.

So I turned around, with the images seared into my mind, and walked down the stairs, away from that fucking complex, and went home.

title: Nausea

question: Why does Zack persist in his friendship with his female friend, been though she's had strings of boyfriends and doesn't seem to be interested in Zack at all?

answer: Perhaps Zach thinks he has a chance with her despite her obliviousness.

question: What does Zach's habit of making up stories and voyeurism say about his character?

answer: It shows someone bereft of confidence and self-esteem.


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I look at Sil and start to SCREAM and yell and yammer excitedly with this new idea bursting forth -  Let’s go to Sunday mass hungover, or maybe still drunk. Maybe we can puke in the pews or confess our sins to the pederast priest! Sil, always an easy read, agreed instantly so we left the watering hole in the wall, brimming with stalwart stoic sin and soaking in sex, gin and ugh…pheromones.

“fadder I puked in yer pews. How many hail Marys is dat?”

“fadder I smoked a joint in the rectory.”

“fadder I occasionally sleeps wit men.”

We see his previously shock beet red face light up.

“Wit MEN fadder wit men.  Not little boys”

Disappointed pederast priest preaching piously about the sins of drugs and alcohol and sex and Sodomy and y’know, pretty much everything fun ever.

“fadder I sold me mudders dentures for new headshots.”

“fadder I was in a porn” et cetera. After the pederast has a coronary we’ll steal the communion wine and dance on the church organ. You can play a sweet soft soothing melody accompanied soliloquy or Debussy’s Claire de Lune. We’ll remember better days when he could still play and cry red tears, shitty drunk. Stuck in our respective funk ruts our calls to the coronary catholic become more somber.

“fadder I’m afraid. I’m afraid of dying…I’m afraid of living.”

Rolling around on the confession booth floor now,

“fadder I want to die, fadder I tried to kill myself”

Sil shows strong salient scalpel scars that we both still remember suturing shut.

“fadder I should be in the Waterford In-patient wing”

By now we’ve revived the poor old Father…As it happens he’s a rowdy red whiskey noser. Sil’s feeling good, rambunctious and reeling secretly seething I believe.

“So fadder explain to me why it’s a sin to love another man but every other fucking week some fuckin’ pillar of the community cops for kiddie porn?!” His ire is up, red cheeked wide eyed boiling over.

The priest is mute silent on the subject at first.

“My son, I’ve never fucked any boys, nor do I hate ‘the gays’ and what’s all this about killing yourselves and Waterford Bridge Road?” I feel a lecture coming on…”What’s the allure of this demure throwaway life attitude you have, so many of you.”

This question throws a long echoing silence through the puke stained pews.  A symbol for broken, wasted, busted, beat down lost youth. Or whatever.

Breaking the silence I turn to him quietly, “I guess for me I really don’t see the point of any of it beyond a couple of laughs and a lot of highs. I see the corruption that I’m too stupid to fix, that I can’t realistically change.”

Sil interjects “I think generationally we just don’t really have a tether – Everyone exists superficially, digitally we don’t know how to talk to one another we just get drunk or high and crash into each other blindly praying for a little connection on those rare occasions we realize how disconnected we really are.”

“Generationally? Is that even a word?!”

“Shut up milk drinker!” Sil punches me

“Yeah everyone sitting alone in rooms or all together with a rum and coke and a cellphone silently tapping away.”

The pederast nods “you boys need family, children, religion even. You know it brings us together as a community. The opiate of the masses son” He pauses, wagging a finger “and I don’t consider that to be a pejorative.”

Taking a ridiculous swig I nod “I understand the appeal really but I prefer actual opiates  and being alone and not changing.”

After a box of communion wine, (Yes it can come in boxes, look it up) we bid farewell to the swell drunk ‘ol pederast priest, promising to return someday with Irish Mist for his thirsty Irish lips, (Is that bigotry?) the old coot.

“Sil come over and stay in my bed we can binge watch a season of Louie and drink fuckin’ Borises and I’ll play guitar for you an…” I stammer on

“STOP! You had me at BED” SIl yells at me belligerently as we stagger down Bully Street arms intertwined drunk walking. It’s foggy and misty, our feet soaked and my body is drained of life. Finally we knock into y front door struggling with keys, we must have dropped 5 times.

“I think yer scars are beautiful Sil” (I love it, I do) I tell her softly as I run my hand over them, feeling the slight texture change, the scar raised…We kiss and stare into eyes, not alone not for tonight.

title: [HM] Crashing Sunday Morning Mass

question: Do they actually go to a priest drunk?

answer: Unclear, sounds like it's just a "what if" thought experiment, but then the priest retorts with unexpected rebuttal that implies it was something really said.

question: Is Sil male or female?

answer: The priest refers to them as "boys," but the protagonist refers to Sil as "her."

question: Why do they go to a priest to confess all these things?

answer: They're patronizing the priest, mocking the values espoused by Catholics.

question: Why do the characters love to drink and get high so much?

answer: They're clearly hurting about something and trying to get numb and make fun of it all.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: The protagonist and his friend Sil get drunk and go to a priest to confess their sins. They antagonize the priest confessing to sins that mock him. They go get drunk even more afterward. The protagonist admires Sil's attempted suicide scars and kisses her.


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With just 5 days to go until we FREE PRIDE we can now very excitedly reveal to you all the full line up for our day time event – taking place in The Art School from 2pm until 8pm!

We will have the Assembly Hall, Project Space 1, and Project Space 2 of The Art School – all rooms are wheelchair accessible, and there will be gender neutral toilets. Each room will have something different going on in the spirit of Pride.

Project Space 1 will be home to a series of talks and workshops on various issues important to the LGBTQIA+ movement

2.00 – Bisexuality Talk
2.30 – Domestic Abuse Talk
3.00 – Hollaback Workshop
4.00 – Disability Talk
4.30 – Asexuality Talk
5.10 – Who Cares? Workshop
6.05 – WestGAP Workshop
6.45 – Trans Discussion
7.30 – Sex Workers Open University Talk

The Assembly Hall will house a series of LGBTQIA+ artists performing music and poetry

2.00 – Calum Ingram
2.40 – TRANSmission
3.20 – Jessica Secmezsoy-Urquhart
3.40 – Liz Cronin
4.10 – Ross McFagin
4.30 – Banana Tree
5.00 – Elaine Gallacher
5.20 – Ana Hine
5.40 – David Chukwujekwu
6.15 – They They Theys

In the Assembly Hall you will also find stalls from:

LGBT Unity
Sex Workers Open University
Glasgow Women’s Library
Glasgow Roller Derby
Rape Crisis Scotland
WestGAP
Scottish Transgender Alliance,
Who Cares?
HOLLABACK Glasgow
Glasgow Disability Alliance

Project Space 2 will be a quiet area, for adults and children, with Arts and Crafts, and Queer books to read!

There will be an accessibility break of around 10 minutes between each scheduled time!

We are so excited for all of our daytime line up! We hope you are too!!

Our night time event at The Art School from 10pm on Saturday will feature – as well as DJs, and short films – performances by local LGBTQIA+ performers:

ULTRA is a fresh face on the Glasgow drag scene. Having previously performed at Polyester at the Flying Duck and at the Art School’s Degree Show Party, their performance will undoubtedly feature glitter, glamour and killer heels.

“Are You In or Out?” is a new devised piece exploring the process of ‘coming out’ by Nicole J Owens. Imagining a generation where coming out didn’t exist and you were able to just be who you are without that obligatory process.

Gloria as an act is about exploring the inbetween – the space between genders, the space between bad taste and political satire, the space between their eyebrows, the space between ugly and glamorous, the space between drag and actual self, the space between talent and delusion.

These are performances not to be missed!!

Sex workers’ rights are LGBTQ rights!

Sex Worker Open University is a project created by and for sex workers. The project brings together sex workers, academics, activists, artists and allies to explore the richness, diversity and contradictions of the sex industry. SWOU wants to give a voice to sex workers, whose lives are too often stereotyped and voices too often silenced. They want to challenge media sensationalism, which, hand in hand with the UK government, often represents sex workers as victims or criminals.Their aim is to empower the community through workshops, debates, actions and art projects, as well as fighting against sex work criminalisation.

At Free Pride, members of Sex Workers Open University will be giving a talk entitled “Sex workers rights are LGBTQ rights” and discussing why the LGBTQI movements need to support the struggle for decriminalisation of sex work. The workshop will consist of a short presentation on the sex workers’ rights movement by several members of Sex Worker Open university, followed by a Q&A.

To help make the Pride march the sort of event we hope it to be, we are holding a night of arts and crafts to create political banners and posters that will catch the attention of everyone around. This nights will also be a good way for people to meet others and socialise before the event on Saturday!

The night will be this THURSDAY from 6pm until 9pm!

Check out the event page here: https://www.facebook.com/events/525769504244950/

On June 28 1970 the Christopher Street Liberation Day march in New York City marked the first anniversary of the Stonewall riots. Brenda Howard – a member of the Gay Liberation Front and other queer activist groups, who was a bisexual, polyamorous, sex-positive feminist, involved in BDSM – became known as the “Mother of Pride” for her work in coordinating the commemorative march. The March started a long tradition of commemorative marches held every year all around the world.

Pride marches are important. They remain a defiant and sometimes vibrant assertion and celebration of identity and community. They remain highly political spaces with the potential for protest and activism to fight for change. And they remain an event in which it takes a lot of courage to attend, especially in places in the world where there is increased threat of attack.

Free Pride will be joining Glasgow Pride’s Pride march on August 22nd before our free event. We will march to peacefully protest the issues in our manifesto and the issues we will be exploring during our event. We would love for you to march with us!

Check out our march event page here: https://www.facebook.com/events/1622277878034634/

One of the main issues that Free Pride has been set up to protest is the commercialisation of Pride. Pride is for LGBTQIA+ people. It is not for corporations to make themselves look LGBT friendly and make profit off us. Commercial forces are at work in Pride events all around the world, and we need to bring this to an end.

Earlier this year the founder of the website Project Queer made a pie chart showing the groups who were registered to march at this year’s Chicago Pride. His graph shows there were 132 floats or parade slots held by corporations, compared to just 11 held by LGBTQ groups, 5 by groups related to queer people of colour, 1 by a bisexual group, and 1 by a trans group. The representation of trans people at a Pride event should never be equal to or less than the representation of Starbucks.

“Acceptance is very, very in these days. And while many take heart to see rainbows and glitter across their favorite brands, some LGBTQ-rights advocates are increasingly divided over whether that’s unequivocally a good thing—particularly if it’s coming at the expense of the radical politics that characterized the Stonewall Riots that birthed the modern pride movement.”

If a pie chart was made of your local Pride march, would it fare better than Chicago’s?

Check out the pie chart and the article here:
http://chicagoist.com/…/evidence_of_the_corporatization_of.…

Homelessness and poverty disproportionately affects young LGBTQIA people, who may be kicked out of their homes, are often discriminated against when trying to secure housing or employment, and face violence and harassment. These issues are rarely mentioned when discussing LGBTQIA rights, and that’s something we want to change.

WestGAP is an anti-poverty community group run by and for people in Glasgow who have first-hand experience of living in poverty. They provide a free, independent and confidential advice service covering welfare rights as well as support with housing problems, fuel poverty, homelessness and a wide range of other issues.

WestGAP will have a stall at Free Pride, and will also be giving a talk on LGBTQIA homelessness and poverty, looking at how new cuts to benefits will disproportionately affect LGBTQIA young people.
We hope to raise awareness of this issue and make it central to discussions of LGBTQIA rights, as well as making people aware of the brilliant support and help WestGAP provide!

We would love to extend a massive thank you to everyone who has responded to our call for LGBTQIA+ performers so far – the response has been overwhelming!

Cities, towns, and villages all over the world are full of talented LGBTQIA+ artists and individuals who all too often get sidelined at Pride events – getting hidden away in smaller tents and spaces while time on the mainstage is given to non-LGBTQIA+ performers with mild mainstream success. And we feel the diversity of performers on Pride mainstages rarely ever represent the diversity of our queer communities.

At Free Pride we want to create a space that will put LGBTQIA+ performers and artists centre stage, and that will prioritise the representation of those who are commonly sidelined on such stages – for example performers with disabilities and people of colour.

Throughout the day time event we will have poetry and music from many local individuals and groups. One group that we are excited to announce is the They They Theys!

They They Theys are poet Sandra Alland and musicians Lawrence, Chris Red and Nathan Gale. They are sometimes accompanied by the stunning films of Ania Urbanowska and BSL performance by Alison Smith. Their debut performance at ‘SEEP: Fluidity in Body & Landscape’ received 5 stars from The Skinny, and The Student said: “They They Theys are at once a band, a film and a poem. A beautifully shot film, carefully orchestrated with Sandra Alland’s words, and strings, a harmonica, percussion and an oboe, touches on the issue of bodily fluidity whilst also allowing itself to be a startling piece of art.”

Watch the short film here:
www.blissfultimes.ca/theytheytheys.htm

Check out more about them here:
https://www.facebook.com/TheyTheyTheys/timeline

At too many Pride events around the world the focus is too much on partying and creating a festival atmosphere. Pride has lost its radical, political edge and we want to return Pride to its roots. Unlike too many other Prides, at Free Pride we want to put priority on creating safe spaces for LGBTQIA+ people to have educational and radical discussions, talks, and workshops that brings the focus of the day back to LGBTQIA+ people and issues that are important and all to often overlooked.

Throughout the day we will have various talks and workshops on topics including bisexuality, asexuality, intersectionality, and sex work. One talk that we are very excited for is a talk from “Who Cares?”

Who Cares? Scotland is an independent charity and membership organisation that supports people brought up in the care system. At present, 15000 young people are living in care in Scotland. Who Cares? Scotland works intersectionally and explores and promotes all parts of young people’s identities. 90% of young people are taken into care because of abuse and neglect but they report feeling judged and stigmatised because of their care experience.

At Free Pride, LGBT care experienced young people will share their stories. They will talk to attendees about what it is like to be LGBT and in care. To worry about whether your new foster parent or children’s home worker will accept your identity and to have no control over where you live if they don’t. They will ask people in attendance to take the Pledge To Listen and let them know how they can help to make society better for young people brought up in care of the state.

Stay tuned to our event page for more information on the other talks, workshops and discussions, as well as the running order to be announced soon!

Stalls! Everybody loves stalls!

At Free Pride we aim to have a space for LGBTQIA+ groups, organisations, and charities, among others, to set up stalls to reach out to those of us at the event! Stalls like these are great ways for these groups to provide helpful and educational information and support to those who need it, as well as helping the distribution of important health and well being provisions (also sometimes cute tote bags and badges!)

At too many Pride events around the world these spaces are being dominated by corporate organisations who use their stalls to sell their products and capitalise on the pink pound, as well as using them to engage in pinkwashing
where they use their inclusion of LGBT staff members to distract from their failure to support the needs of queer people around the world. Many Pride events even require that entry wristbands or tickets are purchased to access these stalls, and as a result cut off the important information and support from those who may need it most.

At Free Pride we want stalls to be free to access! We already have stalls confirmed with LGBT Unity, Sex Workers Open University, Glasgow Women’s Library, Glasgow Roller
Derby, WestGap, and Rape Crisis Scotland.

So make sure you check out our stalls on the day from 2pm at the Art School!

question: What does the article say about the organizations attending Free Pride?

answer: There are a lot of organizations attending Free Pride, both charitable and business organizations. However, the author laments that the number of corporate organizations' stalls far outweigh LGBTQIA+ at Chigaco Pride. They mention their desire to ensure Free Pride isn't an event for corporations to pinkwash their lack of action.

question: What does the text say about the sin of pride?


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By
 PhillyVoice Contributor

The Trocadero Theatre in Philadelphia will officially close its doors in May, Varietyreports.

It was announced last week that the legendary concert venue in Chinatown would end its run but the timing was not specified.

Joanna Pang, the Troc's owner, told Variety that it was time:

  _“The Troc has been an amazing experience, and we’re proud of what we have done for the last 20 years — not only with regard to the local and national music scenes, but beyond, too._

  _“We were an independent room that could embrace and pursue every aspect of multiculturalism, from drag performers to zombie proms to LGBTQ events. We were dedicated to welcoming all artistic scenes, and I’m proud of that. But it’s time."_

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First opened in 1870 under the name Arch Street Opera House, the venue was home to minstrel shows and comedies and would later become a legendary burlesque venue. But the venue fell apart after the 1950s burlesque scene faded. It was brought back to life in the late 1970s by Pang’s father, Stephen Pang, and restored again in the 1980s for use as a concert venue.

The Trocadero was home to 1,200 general admission shows and featured a wide range of significant performances in music, especially in its heyday of the 1990s and 2000s. But it hasn't always been so grand. Philly.comreported that Pang filed for bankruptcy in 2011, and its operators, Joon Associates Inc., noted that its Ticketmaster contract was "burdensome." While the issue was resolved in 2012, it didn't stop the changes that were happening in Philly's live venue scene.

“The landscape of the business has changed in the last five years," Joanna Pang told Variety. "It’s harder now to be an independently run venue — it’s a different world. There are bigger rooms run by bigger concert corporations.”

As sad as this goodbye is, the owner promises there will be a series of unannounced big-name performances coming to the Trocadero in May before the iconic venue hits the market.

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question: Where is the Trocadero Theatre located?

answer: In Philadephia, PA.

question: In what part of Philadelphia is the Trocadero Theatre located?

answer: In Chinatown.

question: When was the Trocadero Theatre building first opened?

answer: The building opened as Arch Street Opera House in 1870.

question: What caused the Trocadero Theatre to close?

answer: It is implied that it was the changing landscape for concert venues and ticket sales due to large competitors in the 2000s.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This article covers the closure of the Trocadero Theatre, a legendary concert venue in Philadelphia, PA, sometime after 2012. It details a bit of the venue's history as well as its reasons for closing its doors.


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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: What is the story about?

answer: It's about the narrator coming to grips with a coworker's death. The death comes as a surprise, and the narrator would be really happy if Mike (the coworker) wasn't dead. He tries to give CPR with the emergency personnel's help after calling 911, but eventually, he has to accept that Mike isn't coming back.

question: What does the story say about Mike?

answer: Mike is a gardener working at a country club's golf fields. He's 55 years old and has a wife. The narrator teases him about calling in sick the previous day to avoid hard work, but Mike's wife was actually sick. Mike seems to be a hard worker. During work, he collapses for unknown reasons. By the time the narrator finds him, he's probably already dead.

question: What does the story say about love?


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Mario Tennis games have been around since 1995, so it’s about time that the Switch got a new edition and it’s the first in-house sports game for Nintendo’s popular console. Here’s our Mario Tennis Aces review.

Although it’s been around for a long time, that first edition probably isn’t the one people (who are old enough) remember. Mario’s Tennis launched on the Virtual Boy but it was Mario Tennis on the N64 and Game Boy in 2000 that was a hit.

Mario Tennis Aces is only the seventh game in the series and after the last couple, Mario Tennis Open (3DS) and Mario Tennis: Ultra Smash (Wii U), we’re hoping things pick up a bit. Check out the best Nintendo Switch games.

Mario Tennis Aces: The Story

It seems a bit odd for a tennis game to have a story mode, but it provides something to focus on if you’re not playing with mates or online. It’s the first one since Power Tour in 2005 on the Game Boy Advance.

Adventure mode in Mario Tennis Aces features a series of levels spread across a map. You walk around like Super Mario games of old but the path is pretty linear.

[Mario Tennis Aces adventure map]

It’s somewhat tenuous but you need to travel around the Kingdom of Bask to collect power stones and defeat a legendary racket called Lucien that is controlling Wario and Waluigi and has Luigi hostage.

It’s all a bit nuts and surprise surprise, you’ll have to play tennis in each level although it’s not as simple and boring as playing match after match.

The adventure mode includes bosses, practice courts that are essentially mini games and other unexpectedly creative levels. In Mirage Mansion you need to play against a huge mirror while solving the puzzle.

Other than being a bit of fun, the adventure mode is a great way to learn the game and put you in a good position to beat real-life players.

Mario Tennis Aces: Shots and Rackets

It’s its most basic form, the gameplay of Mario Tennis Aces is pretty simple. You can select three different shots – top spin, flat and slice – and use the left joystick for direction. Running to the right spot early and holding down the button will charge up a shot to make it more powerful.

Those shots are colour coded so you know what type of shot is coming your way. What’s not made clear is that they interact with each other a bit like rock, paper, scissors.

Flat will counter flat, while slice and top spin should be used against each other.

Beyond this, the gameplay does get pretty complicated and we don’t just mean with shots like lobs and drop shots.

[Mario Tennis Aces Zone Shot]

First up is a Star Shot which is a powerful shot if you can charge up while standing on a star that appears on the court. A Zone Shot is achieved by tapping R while on a star and gives you the ability to pinpoint where your shot goes on the court. You can also use it on a server, which isn’t explained.

You’ll need energy to do a lot of these advanced shots and the bar will increase during a normal rally. However, you can fill it up quicker with Max Charge Shots – holding down the button long before striking the ball – or the next type of shot.

A Trick Shot can be used with the right joystick and allows you to jump quickly across the court to reach a shot that would have otherwise gone past you. It just requires a bit of timing.

The Special Shot is the pinnacle and you’ll need a full energy bar to use it and each character has a different one – at least in the animation.

Although it uses your entire energy bar, the Special Shot can break an opponents racket. If you’re facing a Special Shot, you’ll need to block it at the right time otherwise you’re racket takes damage – and you lose if it breaks completely.

You can get different rackets with more advanced ones being stronger. Rackets have levels for attack, defence and durability.

To help you block at the right time, Zone Speed is effectively bullet time so you can face the shot in slow motion.

[Mario Tennis Aces racket levels]

With this many elements, it can take a while to get your head round them all and remember when to use each. We also found the momentum favours the player on the front foot too heavily, but the racket mechanic means you can still win even if you're badly behind on points.

If all this gets a bit much – we’ve found it difficult to remember all the different shots - or means you have an unfair advantage over friends who don’t know the mechanics you can switch on simple rules which limits you to basic shots.

As well as Adventure mode, you can also use motion controls instead just like Tennis from Wii Sports by switching on Swing mode. It also has it’s own modes including Big Ball and Rally Challenge.

In Swing Mode your character will move across the court automatically and you do shots with motion so a slice involves swinging from your shoulder downwards.

Free Play lets you choose any character and set the rules for a match. By default, quick play means you score like a tiebreak so it’s first to seven.

[Mario Tennis Aces court]

Both of the above allow 1-4 players, although you’ll need at least four Joy-Cons to play with four locally.

Tournament mode is only for one player, although we don’t understand why two people can’t play doubles. There are three cups to compete for with increasing difficulty – Mushroom, Flower and Star.

It works pretty much like you’d expect a tournament to, although you have six rackets to go through so you don’t go out if one breaks.

Mario Tennis Aces: Characters and Courts

There are 16 characters to choose from including Bowser, Boo, Spike and Chain Chomp (with more on the way, according to the official website) and like other Nintendo games it makes a difference who you pick.

As per usual it works roughly on size so Mario is a good all-rounder, Yoshi is fast and characters like Donkey Kong are slower to move across the court but can unleash more power.

You can level up as you play the game with your character getting a small boost each time you do, either in shot speed, run speed or agility.

[Mario Tennis Aces mini game]

There are also a range of different courts you can play on and it’s not just the scenery that changes.

For example, Savage Sea has a mast in the middle of the net you can bounce the ball off, Piranha Plant Forest has three Piranha Plants in the way and Mirage Mansion has mirrors that act like portals.

It means the game gets a bit more jazzy, but if you want to play a straight forward game of Tennis then you can still pick a basic court.

Specs

Mario Tennis Aces: Specs

-   Nintendo Switch
-   1-4 players

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question: How long have Mario Tennis games been around?

answer: Since 1995.

question: How many games have been in the series so far?

answer: Mario Tennis Aces is the seventh game in the series.

question: What is adventure mode in Mario Tennis Aces?

answer: A series of levels on a map.

question: Which Mario Tennis version was a hit?

answer: The one that launched on the N64 and Gameboy in 2000.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The article is a review of the game Mario Tennis Aces. It describes gameplay and summarizes the different modes the player can play in.


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The CHOLITA CLIMBERS OF BOLIVIA are a group of Aymara women who summit different mountains all throughout Latin America while wearing their traditional dresses. The group was formed in 2015, and the women are all part of a tight knit community who work and live in the mountains. Their most recent expedition has become their most notable, as on January 23, 2019 they became the first Aymara women to summit Aconcagua.

History

The Bolivian group of climbers live in the cities of La Paz and El Alto, and range from the ages of 24 to 50 years old. Most of them are married to climbers and worked in the mountains as cooks and porters. They started their journey in 2015 when 11 cholitas, led by mountain cook Lidia Huayllas Estrada, made it to the summit of the Huayna Potosí in a single attempt. From that moment they decided to form the Cholita Climbers and climb mountains all over Latin America.[1]

The beginning was very bumpy for these dedicated women as they really had no prior experience in climbing, and only knew what they picked up from watching their partners and other tourists and climbers. To add to the stress they were also heavily judged by others for being woman as it is very uncommon, but thankfully they have the support of their partners and family.

After that they summited Acotango and three more mountains, all higher than 6000 meters above sea level.

In 2017 they reached the peak of the most emblematic mountain in the department of La Paz, Illimani (6,462 meters). This was the most difficult summit for the ladies as it took 3 whole days. They first reached the base camp, then the high camp, and finally they reached the top the next day by 8am.

After this expedition it was no longer just a hobby for the Cholitas as in June they began accompanying tourists on their climbs as regular guides. They are also now taking professional climbing and safety courses to become professional guides.

On January 23, 2019 they made history by reaching their highest summit on their first international climb in Argentina. They climbed Aconcagua (6,960, 8 meters) in Mendoza (Argentina) the highest summit in the western hemisphere. The climb was sponsored by the Ministry of Culture and Tourism of Bolivia as they are to be a part of a documentary that will premier in Spain.[2]

The Cholita Climbers do have plans for more summits but lack the funds to do so. They are now working to somehow make profit from what they do in order to fund things like equipment and guides.

Notable People

Though the group is made of 15 members these are the ones who made the 2019 summit in Argentina[3]

-   Lidia Huayllas Estrada (leader/ spokesperson)

-   Estrada Dora Magueño Machaca
-   Ana Lía Gonzales Magueño
-   Cecilia Llusco Alaña
-   Elena Quispe Tincuta

Clothing

To stay true to who they are and show the world what Cholitas are truly capable of the climbers wear their traditional skirts through out the whole entire summit. Of course, they also wear classic climbing accessories to assure their safety such as: boots, crampons, harness, helmet and ropes. And, to carry all their extra essentials and gear they wear colorful aguayos around their shoulders.[4]

[1]  VeinteMundos Magazines|date=2019-02-22|access-date=2020-03-19}}

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[4]

title: Cholita Climbers

question: What does the text say about climbing Mount Everest?

question: What does the text say about the Cholita Climbers of Bolivia?

answer: The Cholita Climbers of Bolivia are a group of women from a tight-knit Aymara community who summit different mountains all over Latin America while wearing their traditional dresses. Formed in 2015, the group is composed of Aymara women who live and work in the mountains. The Cholita Climbers' most recent expedition has become their most notable one - on January 23, 2019, they became the first Aymara women to summit Aconcagua.

question: Summarize the history of the Cholita Climbers.

answer: The Cholita Climbers of Bolivia live in the cities of El Alto and La Paz. Most of the women, aged 24 - 50, are married to climbers and have worked in the mountains as cooks and porters. The Cholitas began their journey in 2015 when 11 women, led by mountain cook Lidia Huayllas Estrada, made it to the summit of the Huayna Potosí in a single attempt. From that moment on, they decided to form the Cholita Climbers, and have been climbing mountains all over Latin America. They had a bumpy start due to lack of climbing experience and were judged for being women, but they were able to overcome these with the support of loved ones. They summited Acotango and three more mountains, all over 6,000 meters above sea level. In 2017, the Cholitas summited La Paz, Illimani (6,462 meters), taking them three days to reach the peak. Climbing became more than a hobby after La Paz, and they are now taking climbing and safety courses to become professional guides. On January 23, 2019, they made history by reaching the summit of Aconcagua in Mendoza, Argentina - their first international climb and their highest summit ever at 6,960 meters.

question: What does the text say about the challenges facing the Cholita Climbers?

answer: The Cholita Climbers faced challenges early on due to a lack of climbing experience. They were also heavily judged for being women. Another obstacle is the lack of funding for their climbs, especially the international ones. The Cholitas also climb wearing only their traditional skirts throughout the entire summit and carry their additional gear in colorful aguayos around their shoulders.


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The fire in the clearing burned brightly, flickering gently in the wind. Above it hung the largest, most beautifully succulent roast that either Jack or his brother Grum had ever seen. Of course, having spent the last twenty years of their life locked in a dungeon and eating nothing but stale bread and half-rotted cheese, that wasn’t saying much, but their stomachs rumbled with excitement all the same.

“Do you think anyone’s home?”

Jack tried his best to peer around the bushes the two of them were hiding behind. “It doesn’t *look* like it...”

“Maybe… maybe whoever lives here’s really nice? Maybe ‘e wouldn’t mind us having a taste?” Grum’s eyes were glued to the steaming roast. “Let’s go have a bite, yeh?”

“Right,” Jack said as he hit his brother on the back of the head, “and *maybe* they’re a blood-thirsty troll. Don’t be so *stupid*, Grum.”

Grum began to sniffle as he turned to face his brother. “M-mum said… mum said you’re not s’pposed to be mean to me no more!”

“Oh stow it Grum, you’re a grown man now, you should be able to handle yourself a spot of insult.”

At this, Grum’s face began to pucker up into the beginnings of a cry, something that was admittedly a strange site to see. Grum, as it was, did not really look very much like a man, but rather, more like a very large bear with slightly less fur and a slight capacity for human speech. Upon further inspection, one would even find that his immense muscular mass had so dominated his body, he appeared to even have an impressive amount surrounding the smallish lump that doubled as his head. Jack theorized many years ago that it was precisely because of this that Grum had such a poor tenacity at learning; the muscles would just squeeze any knowledge right out of his cranium as soon as it was put there. As Jack reflected on this, he came to the sudden realization that if he didn’t say *something* to raise his brother’s spirits right about now, the resulting wail would be loud enough to call every guard in the district straight to their location.

“Okay, okay! I’m sorry! Just… don’t cry. Look, you’re not stupid. You’re right, let’s… go get some food. But *first*, I’m going to sneak around to have a better look and make sure nobody is around. You stay here and keep watch, alright?”

Grum wiped away some snot from under his nose. “Yeah, okay.”

“And, if anything goes wrong, I’ll signal for you to come help, got it?”

“I wait here until you give the signal.”

“Right. Good. I’ll be right back then.”

Jack gave his brother a pat on the shoulder and began to slink towards what he hoped would soon be their dinner. Unlike Grum, Jack was actually quite clever. Not only that, he was quick and agile, and even stealthy when he needed to be. Bravery, on the other hand, was not one of his strong suites. As he sneaked around the camp under the dusk sky, the thought crept into his mind of an angry troll bashing his head in as punishment for getting too near his meal. Jack tried to push the idea from his thoughts, but it had already made itself at home, hogging the good couch and generally just making a mess of the place. He was only a few steps from the fire when a voice from behind him sent a chill down his spine.

“It appears I have a guest.”

The source of the deep, intimidating voice grabbed Jack firmly by the shoulder and began to forcefully turn him around so that they were face to face. Jack’s fear was actually subsided a little as he saw that the voice didn’t come from a troll at all, but from just another human. Of course, that fear came right back two-fold when he realized who exactly he was looking at…

“Y-you’re Harrod, the c-Crusher!”

“Oh! I have a fan. How nice.”

“P-please, don’t hurt me. I wasn’t gonna take nothing, I swear! I… I was just looking, see?”

Harrod put a finger to his lips. “Hush now. Be calm. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Y-you’re not?”

“Of course not, I could never hurt a fan.” Harrod allowed himself a smile as he grabbed Jack by the throat, lifting him with one arm. “*Your* death will be completely painless.”

Jack struggled against Harrod’s grasp. Barely able to speak, he managed to shout out, “Grum!...Now!...Help!”

“What? More guests? Show yourself so I can kill you as well!” Harrod said, tossing Jack aside to ready himself for a fight.

It should be said here, that Harrod, the Crusher was a very large man. He spent years building his strength by beating to death any man who dared to cross his path, eventually gaining his title through his trademark of crushing his victims’ heads with his bare hands. It is important to understand this then, because, as Harrod looked to the bushes where Grum was slowly rising from his hiding place, he saw what he could swear was a medium-sized mountain, wielding what appeared to be a tree trunk bluntly sharpened into a sort of spear. In the space of a second, the mountain hurled its tree trunk so quickly and forcefully that Harrod, in shock, didn’t even have time to question it when he heard the thing bellow, “**Mum said, keep Jack safe!**”

Now pinned firmly against a tree by the massive spear, the look of shock and sheer terror lingered on Harrods face for a few moments until his brain finally caught up with the action and realized that it was, in fact, already dead.

“Well,” Jack said as he got up and began brushing himself off, “that could have gone a lot worse, I think.”

“So… does this mean we can eat now?” Grum asked his brother, while poking the newly limp body of Harrod, the Crushed.

Jack was about to answer when the sound of clanking metal came rushing towards them through the trees. Before they had a chance to question it, a figure clad in brilliantly shining white steel burst through the foliage in a single, graceful bound, striking a pose that could only be described as annoyingly heroic.

“Fear not, citizens,” the glimmering knight sang, “for I am the great knight Solaire! Perhaps you’ve heard of me?”

Jack, dumbfounded, looked to his brother and then back to Solaire. “Well… to be honest, we’ve been away for quite some time, so I’m afraid we do-”

“Alas!” Solaire interrupted, “I know you must be amazed and excited beyond words, but I’m afraid don’t have time for autographs at the moment. I’m currently on a quest, you see!” As he said this a gust of wind flowed past his head, parting his disgustingly perfect blonde hair. “So, my dear fellows, I must bid you farewell and be off, as I bravely make my way through- good god! Is that… It is! That’s Harrod the Crusher!” Solaire turned to face the two brothers. “How did this happen?”

“Well,” Jack said stepping forward, preparing to lie, “my brother and I were just minding our own business here at this camp, which is definitely ours, and this brigand here came and tried to steal our food away from us by force. We’re not ones to be unhospitable, but we are very protective of each other, my brother and I, and we were forced to take rash action when it was clear this Harrod fellow had evil intentions.”

“By the gods, that’s amazing!” Solaire lunged forward to vigorously shake Jack’s hand. “Harrod here has been evading capture for years! You two are truly noble warriors! A grand sight to behold! Bravo!”

“Right, um, thank you,” Jack said nervously.

“Say! Noble friends! Would you two care to join me on my quest? I’ve been searching for an ancient pendant said to bestow great evil power to its holder, and I think I have finally deduced its resting place!”

“We actually are fairly busy folk, unless… Is there a, you know, reward?"

“Absolutely! The reward is that, when we find the pendant, we can use our very hands and strength to destroy it, thereby preventing any evil to take it under their control ever again!”

Jack frowned. “I mean, in the form of, well, money.”

“Well, I suppose the pendant itself would be quite valuable to the right people, but nobody with a valiant heart like ourselves would ever dream of allowing that much evil to be released back into the world.”

“Oh of course, valiant hearts like ours would never dream of doing such a thing,” Jack lied, now smiling broadly. “I think we can most certainly form a grand partnership. Isn’t that right, Grum?”

Grum’s eyes had not left Solaire’s magnificent armor since the man appeared in the clearing. “Very shiny…”

Jack winced. “Erm, that’s right, Grum, our valor will shine, indeed. An alliance then,” he said, turning back to Solaire.

“Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic! We shall certainly stand unmatched! The denizens of the Temple of Death will be shaking in their boots when they see *us* at their front step!”

“The… Temple of Death?” Jack gulped.

“Where else would an evil pendant be kept? Onwards!” Solaire put his helmet back onto his head and began to stride out of the clearing with his sword drawn.

“Well,” Jack said, turning to his brother as he tore a large piece of roast to eat on the road, “It looks like we have quite a day ahead of us.” He lifted the entire remaining roast from the fire and handed it to Grum. “Come on, big guy, let’s go catch up before our paycheck gets away.”

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Edit: a bit of bolding and italicizing

title: [FN][HM] The first steps of a long and interesting journey

question: In what way do Jack and Solaire's motives differ?

answer: Solaire is on a noble mission to find an evil pendant and destroy it. Jack offers to join Solaire in his quest. He intends to steal the pendant and sell it, allowing its evil into the world.

question: Describe Grum

answer: Grum is a giant of a man. He is very muscular and covered in hair. He is not very bright and is easily offended. Grum is very protective over his brother, Jack, killing the invincible Harrod the Crusher to save Jack.


text: The 2 boys in blue took us out of our car and placed us in their backseat. They drove us around for a long while, until they stopped and parked in who knows where, a deserted place, probably in the outskirts of the city. They took our cellphones, partly in precaution, partly to just keep them. What followed was that typical movie scene: good cop/bad cop. One of them behaving sympathetic with our fear, we craved for his company, like a kid hiding behind his mother's skirt, in fear of the bad man: the bad cop. He was a big, strong individual with an scandalous personality. We were scared. We didn't know if he was going to take us to prison or even shoot us, partly because our silly imagination, powered by that odd paranoia that marihuana creates.

title: The boys in blue

question: Why do the cops drive these people to a deserted spot?

answer: They want to interrogate them.

question: Why do they describe the bad cop as having a scandalous personality?

answer: This is an unusual adjective for describing a personality. Perhaps he threatens scandalous behaviour. Scandalous implies that others must know about his antics.

question: Why is this good/cop bad cop scenario necessary?

answer: The cops must want evidence from them otherwise they wouldn't waste their time.

question: Besides the paranoia why would the people on the back seat think that they were likely to be arrested?

answer: Perhaps they had committed a crime or knew something about a crime.

question: Write a ~10 sentence summary.

answer:
The 2 boys in blue put us in their car and drove us around for a long while. They stopped in a deserted place, probably on the outskirts of the city. They took our cell phones. What followed was a typical good cop/bad cop scenario.

One of the men sympathetic to our fear. We craved his company. We feared the bad cop. He was big and strong with a scandalous personality. We were scared. We didn't know if he was going to take us to prison or even shoot us, partly because of our imagination, powered by the paranoia that marihuana creates.


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MARTIN HADLEY, better known as M. T. HADLEY, is an English vocalist, producer and songwriter.

His style is considered to fall between electronica, indie and soul combining a 'sense of deliberate pomposity and pessimism' [1] with off-kilter but 'beautiful' ballads.

He has collaborated with the likes of Frank Ocean producer Vegyn, Tobias Jesso Jr, The Paul Institute, Koreless and Bullion, and has written songs for artists Nilufer Yanya and Metronomy.

His debut album 'Empty' was released in November 2019[2] receiving favourable reviews, including a 10/10 from The Line Of Best Fit music website.[3][4][5]

An EP, 'There Isn't A Window That I Won't Look Out Of' was released in November 2020. It was accompanied by the single 'Suddenly' and lead track 'You Know When To Laugh', a track for which Hadley and filmmaker Jacek Zmarz made three videos shot in Syon Park, West London. The Guardian said the release is “classic British songcraft; sober, sad and revelatory in its simplicity”, Gigwise called it an 'instant classic' and The Sunday Times named him their Breaking Act of the Week.[6][7]

Raised in Stoke Newington, London, Hadley first started recording songs in 2011[8] but only started taking music seriously after 2013 when his mother died. Her death has been cited as a major influence on much of his output since and his song 'Janet' was written about his experiences with grief.[9]

The single was released through his own label Empty in 2016 and was added to Frank Ocean's playlist for Apple's BEATS radio station, BLONDED, leading to much wider attention in his work.[10][11]

He has received cosigns from the likes of Frank Ocean and Jai Paul [12].

In July 2019 Hadley performed with The Paul Institute at West London's Lay Low venue. [13]

Discography

Studio albums

-   _Empty_ (Empty under license to PIAS, 2019)

EP

-   _There Isn't A Window That I Won't Look Out Of_ (Empty, 2020)

Singles

-   _Suddenly_ (Empty, 2020)
-   _Janet_ (Empty, 2016)
-   _Funes_ (Empty, 2015)
-   _It Hurts_ (Empty, 2015)

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[4]  Gigwise|website=www.gigwise.com|access-date=2019-11-14}}

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[6] https://www.gigwise.com/news/3392962/mt-hadley-presents-there-isn-t-a-window-that-i-won-t-look-out-of-ep

[7] https://www.thetimes.co.uk/article/on-record-pop-rock-and-jazz-november-15-mj9gn5m5z

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[10] https://djbooth.net/features/2017-05-15-you-need-to-hear-m-t-hadley-janet

[11] https://i-d.vice.com/en_uk/article/59bvdb/premiere-mt-hadley-janet

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[13] https://www.withguitars.com/m-t-hadley-returns-with-rattle-his-first-single-since-2016s-frank-ocean-approved-janet/

title: M T Hadley

question: When was Hadley born?

answer: That information can't be found

question: What was the name of his debut album?

answer: Empty

question: What EP was released in November 2020?

answer: There Isn't A Window That I Won't Look Out Of

question: When was his debut album released?

answer: November 2019

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Martin Hadley, also known as M. T. Hadley, is an English vocalist, producer, and songwriter. He released his debut album "Empty" in November 2019 and released an EP in November 2020. His style is considered to be between electronica, indie, and soul.