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HITCHCOCK COUNTY is a county in the U.S. state of Nebraska. As of the 2010 United States Census, the population was 2,908.[1] Its county seat is Trenton.[2]

In the Nebraska license plate system, Hitchcock County is represented by the prefix 67 (it had the sixty-seventh-largest number of vehicles registered in the county when the license plate system was established in 1922).

History

Hitchcock County was formed in 1873.[3] It was named for US Senator Phineas Warren Hitchcock.[4]

The Massacre Canyon battle between Sioux and Pawnee took place on August 5, 1873 at a spot three miles east of Trenton.

Geography

The terrain of Hitchcock County consists of rolling low hills. The flattened hilltops are used for agriculture; mostly dry farming with some center pivot irrigation. The Republican River flows eastward through the central part of the county. The county has a total area of , of which is land and (1.2%) is water.[5]

The eastern two-thirds of the state of Nebraska observes Central Time; the western portion of the state observes Mountain Time. Hitchcock County is the westernmost county to observe Central Time.[6]

Lakes

-   Swanson Lake: formed by a dam on the Republican River, between Stratton and Trenton.

Major highways

-   [] U.S. Highway 6
-   [] U.S. Highway 34
-   [] Nebraska Highway 17
-   [] Nebraska Highway 25
-   [] Nebraska Highway 25A

Adjacent counties

-   Red Willow County – east
-   Rawlins County, Kansas – south
-   Dundy County – west (Mountain Time border)
-   Hayes County – north
-   Frontier County –northeast

Demographics

As of the 2000 United States Census,[7] there were 3,111 people, 1,287 households, and 899 families in the county. The population density was 4 people per square mile (2/km²). There were 1,675 housing units at an average density of 2 per square mile (1/km²). The racial makeup of the county was 98.36% White, 0.10% Black or African American, 0.29% Native American, 0.13% Asian, 0.29% from other races, and 0.84% from two or more races. 1.41% of the population were Hispanic or Latino of any race.

There were 1,287 households, out of which 28.00% had children under the age of 18 living with them, 61.10% were married couples living together, 6.40% had a female householder with no husband present, and 30.10% were non-families. 27.40% of all households were made up of individuals, and 15.50% had someone living alone who was 65 years of age or older. The average household size was 2.37 and the average family size was 2.89.

The county population contained 23.80% under the age of 18, 5.90% from 18 to 24, 22.60% from 25 to 44, 25.40% from 45 to 64, and 22.30% who were 65 years of age or older. The median age was 44 years. For every 100 females there were 95.00 males. For every 100 females age 18 and over, there were 92.60 males.

The median income for a household in the county was $28,287, and the median income for a family was $34,490. Males had a median income of $25,833 versus $18,879 for females. The per capita income for the county was $14,804. About 10.90% of families and 14.90% of the population were below the poverty line, including 22.90% of those under age 18 and 8.40% of those age 65 or over.

Communities

-   Culbertson
-   Palisade (partial)
-   Stratton
-   Trenton (county seat)

Former communities

-   Beverly
-   Cornell[8][9]
-   Meeker
-   Poe
-   Rupert

Politics

Hitchcock County is strongly Republican in presidential elections. Since 1900, the county has failed to back the Republican candidate in only five presidential elections, most recently in 1936 in the midst of Franklin D. Roosevelt's national landslide victory.

  Year                               Republican                                  Democratic                                  Third Parties
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  style=“text-align:center;” |2016   style=“text-align:center;” |83.9% _1,232_   style=“text-align:center;” |11.0% _161_     5.1% _75_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2012   style=“text-align:center;” |78.8% _1,178_   style=“text-align:center;” |18.3% _274_     2.9% _43_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2008   style=“text-align:center;” |72.6% _1,001_   style=“text-align:center;” |25.1% _346_     2.3% _32_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2004   style=“text-align:center;” |78.8% _1,171_   style=“text-align:center;” |19.9% _296_     1.3% _19_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2000   style=“text-align:center;” |76.1% _1,126_   style=“text-align:center;” |21.1% _312_     2.8% _42_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1996   style=“text-align:center;” |62.3% _977_     style=“text-align:center;” |26.1% _409_     11.7% _183_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1992   style=“text-align:center;” |47.6% _824_     style=“text-align:center;” |20.7% _359_     31.7% _548_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1988   style=“text-align:center;” |69.5% _1,132_   style=“text-align:center;” |29.5% _480_     1.1% _18_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1984   style=“text-align:center;” |80.0% _1,391_   style=“text-align:center;” |19.6% _341_     0.4% _7_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1980   style=“text-align:center;” |75.1% _1,474_   style=“text-align:center;” |16.8% _329_     8.2% _160_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1976   style=“text-align:center;” |51.9% _898_     style=“text-align:center;” |45.4% _786_     2.8% _48_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1972   style=“text-align:center;” |78.6% _1,339_   style=“text-align:center;” |21.4% _364_     style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1968   style=“text-align:center;” |66.9% _1,173_   style=“text-align:center;” |22.1% _387_     11.0% _193_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1964   style=“text-align:center;” |54.8% _1,149_   style=“text-align:center;” |45.2% _946_     style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1960   style=“text-align:center;” |70.7% _1,634_   style=“text-align:center;” |29.3% _678_     style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1956   style=“text-align:center;” |67.9% _1,570_   style=“text-align:center;” |32.1% _741_     style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1952   style=“text-align:center;” |75.0% _2,008_   style=“text-align:center;” |25.0% _669_     style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1948   style=“text-align:center;” |56.7% _1,208_   style=“text-align:center;” |43.3% _923_     style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1944   style=“text-align:center;” |64.0% _1,556_   style=“text-align:center;” |36.1% _877_     style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1940   style=“text-align:center;” |58.3% _1,663_   style=“text-align:center;” |41.7% _1,188_   style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1936   style=“text-align:center;” |42.2% _1,285_   style=“text-align:center;” |57.1% _1,738_   0.7% _22_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1932   style=“text-align:center;” |39.2% _1,168_   style=“text-align:center;” |59.4% _1,772_   1.4% _43_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1928   style=“text-align:center;” |73.7% _2,022_   style=“text-align:center;” |25.5% _698_     0.8% _23_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1924   style=“text-align:center;” |45.8% _987_     style=“text-align:center;” |29.4% _633_     24.8% _535_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1920   style=“text-align:center;” |61.6% _1,127_   style=“text-align:center;” |33.6% _615_     4.8% _88_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1916   style=“text-align:center;” |36.2% _435_     style=“text-align:center;” |60.9% _733_     2.9% _35_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1912   style=“text-align:center;” |12.1% _128_     style=“text-align:center;” |44.6% _471_     43.3% _458_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1908   style=“text-align:center;” |48.8% _633_     style=“text-align:center;” |48.8% _632_     2.4% _31_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1904   style=“text-align:center;” |61.1% _598_     style=“text-align:center;” |17.0% _166_     22.0% _215_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1900   style=“text-align:center;” |45.4% _450_     style=“text-align:center;” |53.2% _528_     1.4% _14_

  : PRESIDENTIAL ELECTIONS RESULTS[10]

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[8] Cornell (Hitchcock County) NE

[9] [https://www.google.com/maps/place/Cornell+Church/@40.0610344,-100.9950033,12.75z/data=!4m13!1m7!3m6!1s0x8775a3a4adc03467:0x9575e8eba5d0c6fe!2sHitchcock+County,+NE!3b1!8m2!3d40.1844599!4d-101.0711758!3m4!1s0x87757312a00b0df3:0xf447c7d2a230155b!8m2!3d40.0136796!4d-100.9471893 _Cornell Church_ Google Maps (accessed 22 January 2019)]

[10] Election Results

title: Hitchcock County, Nebraska

question: Explain why Hitchcock County is strongly Republican.

answer: This information is not found in the text.


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I just spit this out and it could potentially be longer; lemme me know if you think it's too weird and rambly or if you would read more. It's rough... Thanks so much!

Popping a crisp, clear pop, the egg-yolk sun announced the new day like a Sprite can snapping open in the quietest section of the library.  The egg-yolk too broke open with a sizzle and ran down the length of the high-desert valley, catching the attention of a dozing cactus that probably could have used a few more minutes of sleep.  A dazed lizard rolled over and punched his alarm clock, grabbing his slippers he rose just long enough to bop the ‘pre-heat’ button on the desert thermostat preparing the desert oven for another scorching, hot day.  This lizard had been in charge of turning on heating the desert for years and couldn’t remember a day when they just left it off, slept in, and skipped the 117 degrees; but who was he to argue with tradition?

Humming past Mr. Saguaro and Mr. Gecko exchanging familiar glances, Lauren drank in the languid air of the pre-heating desert and snapped his gloved hand back a little further awakening the emptiness in his stomach and sending his bike careening through the adobe colored valley just a bit too fast for the warmth to keep up.

This is the story of a man with a woman’s name and a woman with a woman’s name.  They are both average people, with nothing in particular to separate them from the proverbial crowd; at least that is what the movie poster would have you believe, if there was a movie poster for this story.  However no film will be made about these two people and even if it was, they sure wouldn’t go see it!  But I still can’t help but dream of the poster, a huge slab of inked up tree bark, hung in a crowded mall surrounded by thick glass with tiny light bulbs twinkling around the edge. On said poster an uglied-up Johnny Depp would be crouched over a 1980 Honda CX 500 and a deliciously humble-looking Reese Witherspoon seated on the back of this sputtering bike.  With her arms wrapped around him, she hopes he knows where he’s going and wonders if this thing has breaks.  The cactus, Mr. Saguaro, in the desert background that they appear to be speeding though, casts a smokey shadow across the poster and leading toward the title, written in the same muted grey color (TITLE OF SAID FILM)

As he pulled into a Denny’s, the sun catching up to him now, he turned the key and yanked it from the ignition, swung his leg over the bike, and knocked the kickstand down with the grace of a man who had driven through the desert for most of the night.

You see, while this story is begun with an image of a man careening through the desert on an ancient motorcycle searching for his place in the world, having read a few too many pages of ‘Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance’; just an average man with an average name, for a woman, he is not the who this story is about.  He sought a catalyst to break him into greatness and he is a great candidate for a great American coming-of-age novel. This story however is really is more about a girl by the name of Amber.

An extremely predictable girl by all appearances, she is an even better candidate for a story; primarily because she is not at all suited to be a main character.  She really was quite beige-average, though more attractive than most, and never went above herself to make any lasting effect on anyone.  However humble, Amber did have one particular quality that I began to sense more and more as I created her: though moderately predictable, she walked a cliff in her mind; most of us do.  But she occupied this rift day in and day out, she had even invested in a yellow lawn chair during a clearance sale and set up camp next to this psychological crevice, complete with ice-chest and umbrella, periodically peeking over to see if the bottom was any clearer.  Everyone has one, a cliff that is, a piece of them that if looked at deep enough and long enough will send them inching closer and closer toward the edge, brimming with fascination; most of us don't do this.  Amber did.

Ever since she was a little girl she had teetered on this edge, a grassy canyon's edge that dropped off onto a bottom far, far below, that she could barely catch sight of.  Today was the day though, and as an unsuspecting Lauren walked into the desert diner, with a tinkle of a bell and a thud of the door, he shocked poor Amber over the edge.

Leafing through a David Foster Wallace book, she wasn’t reading so much as noticing that, for the first time in her life, the conditions in her mind were translucent enough to make out most of the ledge down below she thought as she leaned further than she could ever remember. Startled by the man’s “hello,” his simple greeting finally sent her toppling over, though she wouldn’t realize this until much later on the back of a motorcycle on its way toward San Francisco.  And after all those years of wondering what was down there, she began to have second thoughts.

But in the spirit of a good story, we won’t ruin that part for her without a good explanation as to how she got there.  It was in fact such an anti-climatic moment that, had the movie opened with this scene, Johnny Depp and Reese Whitherspoon would have been scouring the streets for work, looking rather humble themselves.  But this scene wasn’t a movie yet, it was taking place in real time and real space, and these two things have a way of making even the most mediocre moments pop, and as we know, they too have a way of sending girls toppling over the edges of cliffs.

“Hi..,” spoke Lauren, wondering whether it was entirely necessary to tear this young waitress from her book, or if maybe he could just slip past her and ask the cook to crack a couple eggs for him as he poured his own coffee.  “Oh! Hello, sorry I was a bit absorbed...we don’t usually get customers this early,” she said with a sleepy smile.  “If you want to come right this way I can seat you in a booth right over here.  Is it okay if I put you next to the kitchen?”  He nodded.  “I suppose I should have asked if it was just you today or if someone else will be joining you,” though they both knew the answer to that question.  She handed him a laminated menu and guessed that he wanted a cup of coffee, smiling.  He looked up and cracked a similar, tired smile sighing, “a whole pot might be a better idea.”  “I’ll see what we can do about that,” she perked up.  Lauren noticed arresting stare and her focused, knowing eyes. “By the way, my name is Amber and I’ll be in charge of you this morning.”

“Amber”, he thought. If it wasn’t enough that she held his gaze like a tired seal holds an ice shelf, even her name screamed a breezy calm, “buy me a taco at El Palomar and hustle me over to the Santa Cruz lighthouse and sit next to me as the Wednesday lunch rush packs itself into a van and guzzles off, leaving us alone with the waves and the gulls waiting for their share of this tortilla.”

title: A Story About a Man with a Woman's Name and a Woman with a Woman's Name; A Gecko and Cactus too (1200 words)

question: Who is the man with a woman's name?

answer: Lauren

question: What is the central conflict of the story?

answer: It is unclear what the central conflict is.

question: Who is Amber?

answer: Amber is a predictable girl, average in appearance though more attractive than most. She works as a waitress.

question: Summarize everything relating to Mr. Saguaro.

answer: Mr. Saguaro is a cactus. Lauren hums past Mr. Saguaro on his motorcycle. In the imagined movie poster, Mr. Saguaro casts a shadow that leads toward the film's title.

question: Where does this story take place?

answer: In the desert

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: This story concerns a man named Lauren, who is traveling through the desert. He stops at a desert diner, where he encounters Amber, a waitress who at the sight of him is sent toppling over a metaphorical cliff. She informs him that she'll be taking care of him this morning.


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It all began with a dream. A dream which appeared to be nothing out of the ordinary. Detective Rudy Queens was walking down a city street flooded with neon lights of gold and pink. Billboards advertised happiness for low prices and cars and motorbikes buzzed past, splashing his black trenchcoat with water from pools hidden in the darkness of night.

 While walking that humid night, he realized he could not feel his hands in his coat pockets nor his feet in his boots. All he felt was the wind blowing past me and the moisture of a hanging mist softly landing on his face. People quickly shuffled past on the sidewalk, a group of men in suits and ties stumbling home from not-too-distant bars joyously laughing over a day well worked, a young couple nervously walking to a high-class restaurant for their first date, a woman with green hair cut perfectly to frame her makeup-covered face bitterly striding home from an appointment with her lawyer. She smelled of oranges.

 These people came and went with the wind.
After about a quarter hour of walking, Queens saw a sign for “The Singing Buddha”. His hands, returning to existence for a moment, reach in his right pocket for a wallet only to find it missing. hearing the clicking of boot heels behind me, he turns to see a young woman striding towards him. She had long, curly black hair, deep brown eyes, and wore a pink T-shirt tucked into her high-waisted jeans beneath her short leather coat. “Hello, detective!” she yelled over the rushing cars "Wanna grab something to eat?"

 "I'm afraid that currently, Lil" he reached into his pocket once more “I am without funds”
"I know" she chuckled. She made the final few steps to where Queens stood. She turned towards the entrance for a few moments before turning to shake his hand.
She smiled sweetly as she walked forward and opened the door, "Come on in!"
As he walked through the glass double doors, an old woman stood behind the large red counter, counting change and expertly sorting it before placing it in the cash register. She looks up to Lil, disgruntled. She begins chastising Lil in Mandarin.

In an instant, they were seated at a table set with a white tablecloth, two cups of jasmine tea, and two red menus laced with golden rope. “The chow mein is pretty good here.” She smiled and looked around the sparsely populated room. A family of five sat at a round table meant to seat more while eating their meal in silence. At a small booth a woman leans towards her well-dressed lover, hanging onto his every word. an older gentleman sat alone at a small table against the wall across from the pair, silently reading a chinese newspaper and slowly drinking his third pot of tea.
Two men in pig masks sat and speak in a language unknown to the detective. The more he listened the more it sounded as though they were speaking something backwards. He  looked back at Lil, who was staring at the two men.

 Noticing his stare, Liling returned his gaze “So, I’m guessing this is the scene of the crime?” Queens asks, unfolding his napkin.

“Yes, detective” She sighed and frowned and looked back at the masked men “Those two are about to shoot my parents. I have no idea why.” She leaned forward “It really is a shame I couldn’t hear what they were saying.”

Queens set down his tea “What do the police have to say?” She sunk into the booth behind her

“Went cold a week after the crime. They said there was just no way they could solve it. All they know is that they were most likely professionals. Oh, here we go.” Without paying, the two men stood up, one man of smaller stature quickly walked through the curtains to the front waiting area, carrying a small pistol at his side, while the tall, broad shouldered man walked into the kitchen.

Lil flinched as the shots fired.

title: [MS] Rudy Queens: Memory Detective (chapter 1)

question: Who does Rudy Queens run into on the street?

answer: A woman named Lil.

question: Where do Rudy and Lil go to eat?

answer: An asian style restaurant.

question: Why do they go to the restaurant?

answer: It is the scene of a crime that is about to happen. Lil's parents are about to be shot.

question: What were the two men wearing on their faces?

answer: Pig masks.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator is guiding us along an evening of Detective Rudy Queens, who is on his way to meet up with a woman named Lil. Lil and Rudy are from the future, and they meet at an asian restaurant in order to witness a crime that is about to take place, the shooting of Lil's two parents.


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I awoke in an unknown place at an unknown time. This wasn’t completely out of the norm for me, given my losing consciousness after rather “exciting” moments. Regardless, I must figure out my surroundings. I opened my eyes, and sat up. There was an abundance of fog, and it was very dark. There were roughly 13 houses, at least what I could make out in the fog. The fog itself had characteristics, as if it were a living, breathing thing. Many houses were in disrepair, and some were in flames. The road was truly in disrepair, with grass and trees (How long has this street been like this?) growing out of broken asphalt. Each door had a pristine white note on it, untouched from the devastated road. “Maybe I will be able to find out what happened if I read the notes?” I thought aloud. Like a game of detective, which was a favorite of mine in my youth.

My name is Siegfried Möller. My home from which I am thoroughly misplaced from is Langenburg, Germany. I walked down the foggy road, made sure to walk around the growing fire, and set out for the first house. 6503 was imprinted on the door, the 3 hanging off it’s hinge. I read the note, “Remember to thaw out the chicken! Love, Mom”

That is rather ordinary, compared to what I assumed would be on the note. I thought “I’m gonna kill all a ya’ll” or something dark like that, assuming the sorry state of the street. I continue down the road, with lack of any alternative. The next note said “Log 5/30/27: The tests have been going at an adequate pace. The virus is manifesting from the subject from across the road. It won’t be very long. R. Burke- out.” This may be a clue as to what happened here. I continued down the road, the notes getting further along time, and darker as I progressed. From the simple note from a mother, to the doctor’s logs, to people in panic, to finally dwindling survivor groups at the end of the road. There was one final, pristine house, with a black note firmly placed on the door, with letters at a fine font. It read “Get busy running, or get busy dying.” What on Earth could that mean? I looked behind my self. Eyes. White eyes piercing the fog in which I had recently traversed. White eyes... looking at me. They were coming closer... I have to run. Fast. I ran, yet not faster than they were coming. One look behind me told  me that they weren’t human, although they may have been at one point. I ran through the forest, thinking that I left behind them. I rested at the base of a large oak. I closed my eyes for a couple of seconds. When I opened them, they were all right there. I then closed my eyes, but not on my own accord.

I awoke. I felt a great chill in the air, as if there was no warmth left in the entire world. I felt very tense, as if I were on a plane. I looked down, through the wood planks I was sitting on. The ground is so far away. That is when I realized. This is the city of Rothenburg, recently industrialized. And I am 300 feet from the ground. My fear of heights got the best of me, I could not move. I was on the outskirts of town, with a chain link fence behind me. I started to walk along the planks. This is the place I used to be with my friends in, used to have fun in. As I walked around a corner, I heard something behind me. The distinctive noise I heard, was one I had heard before, but could not place now. Then as it got colder, and the noise got louder, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Them. I ran along the rickety boards unlike I had ever ran before, and before I turned the corner I saw them. There were dozens of them, going straight through buildings as if they weren’t there. I increased my pace. I jumped on the smaller rooftops, yet they still persisted. There was a hatch, open, on one of the rooftops. It became my goal. I glanced behind, they couldn’t have been ten feet away from me. I vaulted off of the current rooftop, landed on the other, and rolled into the hatch. It closed behind me, mysteriously. It was a normal studio apartment, spanning two floors. I didn’t exactly question its existence, nor did I wonder why the hatch was left open, ready for anyone to fall into. I scanned the room. Lights were on and  it seems that it was a completely average place to live. That was remarkable to me given what I had witnessed before it. I looked out the window. They were gone, and for that I was happy. I went to the bottom floor to a mostly empty room, with not much more than a telecommunication device mounted on the wall, complete with a video camera. As I advanced into its field of view, a woman began speaking, her voice heard through the device. “Hello? Is someone there?” I was unsteady, and taken aback by the sudden sound. I spoke back, “Who are you?” She responded,” My name is Charlotte. What are you doing in there?” “I guess you can say I dropped in.” “That isn’t important. What is important is if you know what is happening.” “I honestly have no idea. It seems to be a virus of sorts. Do you know any way to stop them?” After a moment’s hesitation, she said,” We think a weapon may, but those of us that got close to them are no longer who they once were.” “So there are more of you?” “Yes” “Where are you, exactly?” “We are just about a kilometer north of you, but you’d never make it. Take the Walkie-talkie off of the hook next to this, so we can keep in touch.” “Where should I go, then?” “If it is a virus, like you said it was, you should go to the old laboratory, which is 2 kilometers to the west. There is a gun in the cupboard.” “Alright. So I have to figure out what happened.” “Exactly” I left the building, and set out west.

I had always been opposed to violent weapons, but desperate times call for desperate measures, right? The road I set out on was in apparently better condition as I progressed. This was the old commercial area, where many bought groceries and the like. It was now deserted, and mysteriously so. I hadn’t eaten or drank anything for a very long time, and I was already mentally unstable before this. I was hearing things... or was I? Maybe the things I heard or the things I saw were, in fact, of my own imagination. What if this was a dream? I thought better of it, although the thought lingered in the back of my mind for quite some time. I checked my pockets, and felt my wallet and not much more. That was rather distressing, that I had lost all other items that typically were in my pockets, such as my phone and keys. After all, this was a long walk, and the simple pleasures of messing around with your phone are long forgotten at this point. I thought on that Charlotte character. What if she didn’t exist? I mean, I have thought up crazier things, but this one is rather unlikely. The pristine lab was ahead. I pressed the green button on the walkie, and said “I am near the facility, and I have a bad feeling about this.” about 15 seconds later, Charlotte responded, “You have to go in and find out what happened.” Huh. She had a much darker tone of voice that time. I disregarded it. I was at the front steps, and the whiteness of the building was only affected by the dark, characteristic fog around it, which seemed to emanate from the open windows and doors of the place. I walked into the open door, and stepped inside.The door slammed behind me, sending me into a panic. I pressed the button on the Walkie, “Charlotte?” She responded, nearly in tears, “I am so sorry.” “What?” The walkie went silent. Just then, the absence of warmth was felt, and as I looked through the windows into other rooms, and outside, I saw dozens upon hundreds of Them. Their gleaming white eyes disproportionate to their heads, they were staring at me. Once again, I was alone. But not completely. I ran to the wooden door down the hall, the faces moving as I ran. I hit the door with all my strength, yet to no avail. It didn’t move a centimeter. As I looked behind my self, I saw They were looking at me, but not moving. Sure, the ones behind those in the front row were moving, as if to get a closer look, but they didn’t get closer to me. All of their eyes shifted to the door from whence I came. It slammed open, much as it had slammed shut earlier. There was one of Them in the doorway, much larger and darker than the others. He appeared to be wearing prison stripes, with  a block lettered BURKE on the front. Where have I heard that before? He shifted over to me, shifting being the correct word, as he wasn’t walking on land or flying in air. I pulled out the handgun I had gotten from the apartment earlier. “This has to be worth a shot.” I said, under my breath. When he got to 10 meters away from me, I discharged the weapon once. He recoiled, obviously shaken from the blow, then regained his balance. What are they? What is he? I proclaimed, my thoughts heard out loud, “WHAT ARE YOU?!?” I discharged what was left of the weapon, and threw it down the hall. He fell down, and was motionless. I couldn’t believe it, I had killed it. Maybe this was over. He rotated upwards, as if on an axis. He then ran to me, in a very human- like way. The name of Burke finally hit me. The scientist. He seemed to grow in size and wrapped around me in a way that a constricting snake would to its prey. I was enveloped in darkness, for now and eternity.

Or so I thought.

I am 14, and this was made for a assignment in English. Thoughts?

title: I made this for a project to accompany my game, what do you guys think?

question: Where does the narrator wake up?

answer: The narrator wakes up in the outskirts of the city of Rothenburg which was only recently industrialized.

question: Who were the people following him?

answer: It may be implied that those people had been attacked by a virus and were now not in their senses.

question: What could have Burke possibly done to the narrator?

answer: It may be implied that Burke turned Siegfried into one of them or probably killed him.


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Richard Gould awoke one morning no longer knowing who he was. Not in the metaphorical, pretentious find yourself in a book kind of way either, Richard Gould opened his eyes the morning of March 2nd 2014 totally at a loss as to his own identity.  After a moment to contemplate the greater significance as to his unfortunate circumstances, whether one could truly ever know oneself after all, and even if you could, would that actually mean anything in a world full of life whose only greater significance was to reproduce and send forth the greatest of our own accomplishments into the world, Richard Gould rose out of bed allowing his feet to drop onto fine soft Persian carpeting that in another life Richard had spent months toiling through store after store for.

He thought to himself that although this was the strangest of plights, waking up no longer knowing who you are, that there must have been some reasonable explanation as to lack of presence of his selfhood. What if he had suffered some sort of severe head injury or mind altering fever? He had heard of things like this happening to others before, or at least he thought he had. This seemed only the most reasonable of ideas, so sitting on his $1928 ikea bed with catalogue matching sheets and comforter Richard Gould went to work searching his head. First Richard checked his head for a temperature, because that seemed like the more urgent of the two possibilities, but sadly no temperature. Then Richard lifted his hands scanning his head for any strange lumps that could have occurred from falling down a flight of stairs or getting into some massive bar fight the night before, but sadly nothing on that end either. Just Richard’s normal, average unblemished headspace left in the same working order that he imagined it was left in every day.

After some time of searching Richard began to feel hungry, only the most reasonable of feelings for someone who has just awoke from what could have very well been quite a long sleep considering the circumstances. Richard Gould arose and made his way out of the room in search of some form of nourishment. As Richard moved from room to room, each painfully decorated and situated in just the optimal way to show off to others just what type of refined and dignified taste a man such as Richard Gould would have, he began to wonder again about the cause that which gave birth to his peculiar plight. What if this was some sort of otherworldly religious experience? Maybe a benevolent god had reached down and plucked him from a previous life, saving him from a horrible fate that would have otherwise stricken the earth of his presence, and placed him here as some sort of reward for a life lived from birth in the servitude of the betterment of mankind, and thus he should live out the rest of his days praising the omnipotent power of such a loving being? Or maybe he had been some sort of hedonistic scrooge who at the end of his life looked back and saw only misery and in his final moments he had begged for a second chance to do the good he had been charged with but failed to commit? All this and more he thought of as he searched each room discovering more and more about himself and the kind of person he was destined to be.

Finally Richard Gould arrived at the stainless steel fridge which cost a none too hefty amount of Richard’s monthly paycheck. Opening it up Richard found food of all kinds. There was something for a person of any walk of life to enjoy unburdened by social, religious, or moral qualms. Richard had vegetarian food, steak, food without pork, food with pork, soy milk, soy-less milk, a whole fridge full of food dedicated to being acceptable and unacceptable to all the people of the world. This got him thinking about what kind of person he must be. Was he the kind who gracefully dinned on all the world’s delicacies, searching and tasting his way through the least immortal of all art forms for the perfect dish which would satisfy his craving? Or was he the kind of man who kept his fridge stocked with the food he brought home through all his travels across the globe? Maybe the presence of both traditional Hebrew and Muslim dishes in the same fridge can only be explained by the fact that he was a famous diplomat whose destiny was to unite the world in unlikely peace. After wasting so much time foolishly trying to contemplate the meaning of his own life through the contents of his fridge Richard decided he was not actually that hungry after all and instead decided to make his way to his wash room in preparation for work.

Work! Yes the most meaningful and life affirming purpose in man kinds everyday life. The place where he dines to spend hours of his days toiling away must surely hold the answers to what had become of his identity. Perhaps he is a billion dollar wall street investor who through the full force of his inspired intellect, natural cunning, and superb social skills had risen to the top of the investing market through the sweet of his own back, he thought as washed himself in his full paneled shower the smells of exotic soaps surrounding him. Or maybe he was a world renowned artist who through his strange understanding of the way life works, mixed with his own personal experience and pretentious outlook on life had birthed a work of art out of his womb, serving the umbilical cord with his own ink stained hands, something that was so profound it changed the hearts and minds of all who laid eyes upon it, he contemplated between stroke of his toothbrush across his teeth. Or perhaps he was a lawyer, or pro athlete, who through unrelenting competitiveness and drive had become the very best that no one ever was, shirking off the joys of everyday life in pursuit of a dream that had finally been realized and who would eventually rediscover love and the simple joys of life in a heartwarming and down to earth way, he mused as donned the finest suit in his closest.

The joy that overcame him at the prospect was only overcome by his surprise to find a message left on his answering machine. After listening to the message 3 times over, a smile spread across Richard Gould’s face. This was his answer. The message had been to remind him that he needed to arrive early into work because his boss needed his reports from a client he met with the day before. Finally he had his answer, this was the place he would finally discover his secret identity that was only being kept from himself.

Richard finished getting ready and then made his was out of his apartment and down the elevator. He couldn’t wait to get outside, surely the world between his place of residence and his work must be the most beautiful of all sites for he chose to live there after all, he thought as he made his way out the front doors and into a cab. He directed the cab driver where to go, having got the address from his computer which purred like a cat and was the prized possession of a young Richard Gould, who surely used it in his spare time to create the most amazing of computerized inventions that would one day make him rich beyond his wildest dreams.

On the way there he stared out the window and thought about what he was sure to find when he arrived at work. Upon walking through the door he was to be greeted by his wise talking friends who after hearing about his dilemma would band together to find a way to fix his case of misplaced identity in a crazy and in the end heartening way. And when he sat at his corner office desk and begun working on the day’s work there would probably be an interruption moments later as a loving and nice woman who had just started working on the same floor arrived to great him and ask to borrow something for her desk, being stricken with love at first sight he would wish to ask her out on a date but be far too shy to act on that impulse only to later find out that she was engaged to another, a mean and horrible man who she would ultimately leave him for upon his confession of love, and her realization that the man who had so quickly become her best friend was actually the one she was always meant to be with. This fantasy carried him all the across town.

How grand it was to be, he thought, as he arrived and walked through the doors, hesitating only a moment as he walked out onto the floor which he was to work, unable to find the cubicle in which he was to sit and discover all his little quirks through items scattered around the desk and walls. Richard walked around for a while unable to find his place of work and leisure. He expectantly waited for that moment when his best friend, who hated this job but made life all the better through his sarcastic and narcissistic comments, would swoop in with a story of heroic party going activities and sweep him away to his correct desk but the moment never came. Perhaps this man, who must exist as definitely as he himself existed, was simply sick today and would show up late to work he thought. So he began to search for the desk on his own and when he came upon am unoccupied desk littered with toys, drawings, and bags of half eaten chips he thought he must have found it because this had to be the desk of someone with as much character as himself. But as he readied himself to sit down another man brushed by him without even a word and sat in the desk pulling up a website full of hilarious cat videos and hateful comments. So this was not his desk but there must be one of equal character or importance for someone such as himself. He waited until all the cubicles were full save one before he finally decided he had found it.

He made his way across the room and sat in the lone cubicle in the corner. He turned to the mostly empty desk and set about doing his work for the day communicated to him by notes stuck the outside of several manila folders in a stack. One of the notes said that he was to meet with his boss at the end of the day and seeing this he knew what that must mean. Promotion. Finally the higher ups saw how amazing of a person he was and were going to recognize his talents as far exceeding that of his current work load. Now all he had to do was work diligently through the rest of the day to show them how serious and integral he was to the place. So Richard Gould worked as hard as he could, never taking a break or gloating about his accomplishments for the day, despite them trumping that of the other less important employees, and finally the time had arrived.

Richard made his way up to the next floor knowing that something amazing was about to happen. He was certain to get the job and if he wasn’t he could simply quit and storm out of the office on to a life changing job that would lead to bigger and better things then even his boss could dream of. As Richard walked through the door his boss appeared to take no notice of him at first, absorbed in a conversation he was having on his phone. Richard cleared his throat and his boss looked up only for a moment and then motioned for Richard to put the folder he had brought with him on top of a stack on his desk and then spun around continuing his conversation on the phone and ending his conversation with Richard that had not really begun. Richard seeing that his boss was busy placed the folder down quietly and turned to walk out the door. “thank you dave” his boss said over his shoulder as he walked out and back to the elevator. Dave! That must be my name he thought. The revelation of his name made him contemplate his identity even more as he made his now familiar way back to his apartment.

This could not be all there was for someone as unique as himself. Maybe this was simply what he did during the day, what if at night he done a new identity, one that would protect him in his fight against the evils of man and government? Or maybe something else was meant for his life, like maybe he was to become a great teacher or father figure to some down and out kid who would later lead an amazing life, a life based entirely off of his teachings and clever sayings, which would change the world, he thought as he walked into his apartment and sat down in front of the tv. Or maybe something smaller, maybe his entire life was leading up to one moment when through a simple act of kindness he would save the life of another, creating in them a happiness that would last their entire life, he thought as his eyes begin to close, the sound of the tv buzzing away noisily in the background. The last thought he had that night before drifting away into dreamless sleep brought a smile to his face, Yes that’s it, my life has meaning, there is more to it than this.

Richard Gould awoke one morning no longer knowing who he was.

title: Richard Gould

question: How did Richard know he worked and how did he locate his office

answer: Richard found a message on his answering machine. It reminded him that he had to get to work early as his boss needed some files. He got his work's address from his computer. When he got to the office, he waited for all the cubicles to fill and then went to the single unoccupied cubicle.

question: How did Richard know that his boss wanted to see him and what did he think was the reason?

answer: He found several notes stuck on the outside of a manilla envelope. It was a reminder that his boss wanted to see him. Richard was convinced that he was about to be promoted.


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News

Final vote was 36-71 on first day of lobbying for students

[Stoneman Douglas High School students in gallery react to Florida House voting down revival of assault weapon ban (News 13)]

Stoneman Douglas High School students in gallery react to Florida House voting down revival of assault weapon ban (News 13)
TALLAHASSEE, FLA. – On their first full day lobbying Florida lawmakers in Tallahassee to change the state's gun laws, students from Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School quickly learned change does not happen very fast in government, if at all.

With Douglas students in the gallery Tuesday, the Florida House voted down a motion to take up a ban on assault weapons such as the AR-15 used by Nikolas Cruz when he killed 17 people at the school on Valentine's Day.

The final motion vote was 36-71.

Democratic Rep. Kionne McGhee asked for a procedural move that would have allowed it to consider the bill to ban assault rifles and large capacity magazines. The bill had been assigned to three committees but was not scheduled for a hearing. The committees won't meet again before the legislative session ends March 9.

McGhee said that means the bill would be dead unless the House voted to remove it from the committees and let it be considered by the full House.

NEWS 13 reports the students held a candlelight vigil before meetings at the Senate office building. The students were told at the time that only GOP reforms already being considered have a chance at being passed in the final three weeks of the current session.

Those reforms included raising the firearm possession age from 18 to 21 and banning bump stocks.

The students present at the capitol on Tuesday were among a group that arrived a day before a larger gro

question: What led Nikolas Cruz to gun down 17 people at school?

answer: That information is not known.

question: Why was the bill considered dead by McGhee?

answer: Because it was assigned to three committees, and it will only be considered by the full house if the House voted to remove it from the committee.

question: Who confronted the shooter at the time it happened?

answer: That information is not known.

question: What are the security measures taken to ensure this tragedy does not repeat itself?

answer: That information is not known.

question: Why did the Florida House vote down the revival of the assault weapon ban?

answer: That information is not known.

question: Does the government prefer the students should be armed with assault rifles?

answer: That information is not known.

question: Write a ~6 sentence summary.

answer: At the time of this article, the students of Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School protested the Florida House decision to revoke the assault weapon ban due to a tragic incident in their school on Valentine's Day. This was because Nikolas Cruz gunned down 17 people at the school. Kionne McGhee requested the bill's consideration on the ban on assault rifles, but it was assigned to three committees. The committee didn't schedule a meeting for the bill hearing, and Mcghee was certain the bill will stay inactive unless the House voted out the committee members and the full house handled the bill. The students held a candlight procession before the meeting at the Senate office. The students were told the reforms being considered included raising the firearm possession age from 18 to 21 years.


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BILINGUAL EDUCATION involves teaching academic content in two languages, in a native and secondary language with varying amounts of each language used in accordance with the program model. Bilingual education refers to the utilization of two languages as means of instruction for students and considered part of or the entire school curriculum.[1]

Importance of Bilingual Education

Bilingual education is the pathway to bilingualism, which is the goal of understanding a second or foreign language. Bilingualism provides a multidimensional view of language learning that contains five categories; individual, societal, family, school, and disciplinary. Not only does bilingualism introduce new linguistics, but it gives a perspective on cultural diversity. This allows intercultural communication which can lead to an increase in globalization and harmony among the universe.[2]

Bilingual Education Program Models

The following are several different types of bilingual education program models:

-   Transitional Bilingual Education. This involves education in a child's native language, typically for no more than three years, to ensure that students do not fall behind in content areas like mathematics, science, and social studies while they are learning English. Research has shown that many of the skills learned in the native language can be transferred easily to the second language later. The goal is to help students transition to mainstream, English-only classrooms as quickly as possible, and the linguistic goal of such programs is English acquisition only. In a transitional bilingual program, the student's primary language is used as a vehicle to develop literacy skills and acquire academic knowledge. It is used to develop literacy and academic skills in the primary language.[3]
-   IMMERSION BILINGUAL PROGRAMS: Immersion is a type of bilingual education in which subjects are taught in a students’ second language. The students are immersed into a classroom in which the subject is taught entirely in their second language (non-native language). There are different facets of immersion in schools. There is total immersion in which the whole class is taught in that second language. Partial immersion is when about half of the class time is spent learning that second language. The third type of immersion within schools is called two-way immersion, also known as dual immersion. Dual immersion occurs when half of the students in class natively speak that second language while the other half do not. Dual immersion encourages each group of students to work together in learning each other’s language.[4]

-   TWO-WAY or DUAL LANGUAGE IMMERSION Bilingual Education. Dual Language or Two-Way Immersion education refers to programs that provide grade-level content and literacy instruction to all students through two languages, English and a partner language. These programs are designed to help native and non-native English speakers become bilingual and biliterate. There are four main types of dual language programs, these programs refer to how a student would best learn with Dual Language Immersion based on their previous language skills.
    -   DEVELOPMENTAL, OR MAINTENANCE BILINGUAL PROGRAMS. These programs enroll students who are native speakers of the partner language to learn English.
    -   BILINGUAL IMMERSION PROGRAMS. This program enrolls both native English speaker and native speakers of the partner language.
    -   FOREIGN LANGUAGE IMMERSION. This program primarily enrolls students who speak English as their native language.
    -   HERITAGE LANGUAGE PROGRAMS. These programs enroll students who primarily dominant in English, but a close relative (parents, grandparents) speak the partner language.
    -   There are two basic models for Dual Language Immersion The first model is 90/10 MODEL. The two-way bilingual immersion program has 90% of the instructions in grade K-1 in minority language which is less supported by the broader society and 10% in the majority language. This proportion gradually changes in the majority language until the curriculum is equally divided in both languages by 5th grade. The two-way bilingual immersion program is based on the principle of clear curriculum separation of the two languages of instruction. Teachers do not repeat or translate the subject matter in the second language but strengthen concepts taught in one language across the two languages in a spiral curriculum in order to provide cognitive challenge(Thomas & Collier. 1997). The languages of instructions are alternated by theme or content area. This type of immersion is required to develop the dual language proficiency, as social language can be mastered in couple of years, but a higher level of competency is required to read social studies texts or solve mathematics word problems, roughly around 5 to 7 years (Collier, 1987). The goal of gradually increasing the majority of the language is for instruction to become 50% of English and 50% of the partner language. The second model is the 50/50 MODEL. In the 50/50 model English and the partner language are used equally throughout the program.[5][6]
-   ENGLISH AS A SECOND LANGUAGE: This program entails learning English while with people that speak the same language as you. ESL is a supplementary, comprehensive English language program for students trying to learn the language to better function in American society. People are learning English as a second language because English has assigned communicative status in that country. Singapore, India, Malawi, and 50 other territories use English as part of the country’s leading institutions, where it plays a second-language role in a multilingual society. ESL is different from EFL (English as a foreign language). ESL is offered at many schools to accommodate the culturally diverse students, most often found in urban areas, and helps these students keep up with subjects such as math and science. To teach ESL abroad, a bachelor's degree and ESL teaching qualification is typically required at minimum.[7][8]

Dual Immersion classrooms encourage students but with the permission it may be enthusiastic &' native language development, making an important contribution to heritage language maintenance and allows language minority students to remain in classrooms with their native English-speaking peers, resulting in linguistic and socio-cultural advantages (Christian, 1996b). As of May 2005, there were 317 dual immersion programs operating in elementary schools in the United States in 10 different languages(Center for Applied Linguistics, 2005).

Dual Language programs are less common in US schools, although research indicates they are extremely effective in helping students learn English well and aiding the long-term performance of English learners in school. Native English speakers benefit by [9]learning a second language. English language learners (ELLs) are not segregated from their peers.[10] These students are taught in their mother tongue yet still in the typical 'American' classroom they need to be in, for both cognitive and social benefits.

-   Another form of Bilingual Education is a type of DUAL LANGUAGE program that has students study in two different ways: 1) A variety of academic subjects are taught in the students' second language, with specially trained bilingual teachers who can understand students when they ask questions in their native language, but always answer in the second language; and 2) Native language literacy classes improve students' writing and higher-order language skills in their first language. Research has shown that many of the skills learned in the native language can be transferred easily to the second language later. In this type of program, the native language classes do not teach academic subjects. The second-language classes are content-based, rather than grammar-based, so students learn all of their academic subjects in the second language.[11] Dual language is a type of bilingual education where students learn about reading and writing in two languages. In the United States, majority of programs are English and Spanish but new partner languages have emerged lately such as Japanese, Korean, French, Mandarin, and Arabic. The concept of Dual Language promotes bilingualism, improved awareness of cultural diversity, and higher levels of academic achievement by means of lessons in two languages.[12]
-   LATE-EXIT or DEVELOPMENTAL Bilingual Education. Education is in the child's native language for an extended duration, accompanied by education in English. The goal is to develop literacy in the child's native language first, and transfer these skills to the second language. This education is ideal for many English learning students, but in many instances the resources for such education are not available.

American Congressional Acts

The United States Congress introduced the Bilingual Act in 1968; it defines the term program for bilingual education. This program of instruction is intended for children who are not fully proficient in the English language. Instructions are given so pupils can achieve the necessary competence in English as well as in their original languages, taking into consideration the children’s cultural heritage. This can be integrated into the subjects or courses of study, with the intent to enable students to grow effectively throughout the educational system.[13]

The Elementary and Secondary Education Act (1968) was another significant measure for bilingual education. Title VII (Bilingual Education Act) created federal guidelines for bilingual education and recognized that “large numbers of children of limited English-speaking ability in the United States” had “[s]pecial educational needs”. The Act specified a federal governmental obligation to subsidize creative bilingual programs. Title VII has been amended numerous times since it was introduced; it became part of the America Schools Act in 1994.[14]

Myths surrounding bilingual education

Many myths and much prejudice has grown around bilingual education. Researchers from the UK and Poland have listed the most entrenched misconceptions:[15]

-   bi- or multilinguals are exceptions to the ‘default’ monolingual ‘norm’;
-   in order to deserve the label ‘bi-/multilingual’, one needs to have an equal, ‘perfect’, ‘nativelike’ command of both/all of their languages;
-   childhood bilingualism may be detrimental to both linguistic and cognitive development and consequently lead to poorer results at school;
-   exposing a child to more than one tongue may cause language impairment or deficits, or that for children already diagnosed with impairments two languages mean too much unnecessary pressure and effort;
-   children do not have enough time to learn both languages, therefore it is better if they only acquire the majority language.

These are all harmful convictions which have long been debunked,[16] yet still persist among many parents. It is important to understand what constitutes the decision for sending children to a bilingual school. The decision should be based on, appropriate age, curriculum, and the preference of the child.[17]

In spite of these myths surrounding language education, there are numerous significant benefits to a child's development when exposed to secondary language education. The American Council on the Teaching of Foreign Languages has identified over twenty benefits to a child's development when provided adequate secondary language education, therefore debunking the vast majority of myths that may inhibit such education.[18]

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title: Bilingual education

question: What does the article say about what forms of bilingual education exist?

answer: Transitional bilingual education, immersion bilingual programs, dual Language or Two-Way Immersion education, developmental programs, bilingual immersion programs, English as a second language.

question: What does the article say about Dual Language Immersion?

answer: Dual Language Immersion refers to programs that provide grade-level content and literacy instruction to all students through two languages. There are two basic models for Dual Language Immersion The first model is 90/10 MODEL. The two-way bilingual immersion program has 90% of the instructions in grade K-1 in minority language which is less supported by the broader society and 10% in the majority language. The second model is the 50/50 MODEL. In the 50/50 model English and the partner language are used equally throughout the program. As of May 2005, there were 317 dual immersion programs operating in elementary schools in the United States in 10 different languages.

question: What does the article say about myths surrounding bilingual education?

answer: Myths surrounding bilingual education are that bi- or multilinguals are exceptions to the ‘default’ monolingual ‘norm’; in order to deserve the label ‘bi-/multilingual’, one needs to have an equal perfect command of both/all of their languages; exposing a child to more than one tongue may cause language impairment or deficits; children do not have enough time to learn both languages. These myths are all harmful convictions that have long been debunked, yet still persist among many parents. In spite of these myths surrounding language education, there are numerous significant benefits to a child's development when exposed to second language education.

question: What does the article say about German?


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NOAZESH AHMED (1 February 1935 – 24 November 2009) was a Bangladeshi geneticist and photographer.[1][2][3]

Early life

Ahmed was born on 1 February 1935 in Paril Nowadha, Singair Upazila, Manikganj District, East Bengal, British India. His father, Najibuddin Ahmed, was a zamindar and recipient of the title Khan Bahadur. In 1950, he passed his matriculation from Manikganj Victoria High School and his ISc in 1952. In 1954, he obtained his BA from East Bengal Agricultural Institute. He completed his PhD from the University of Wisconsin on plant genetics on a Fulbright Scholarship.[4]

Career

Ahmed joined Duncan Brothers Tea Estate in 1960 as a researcher. He carried out research on improving tea varieties and was subsequently made the general secretary of Pakistan Tea Board. He worked at the Food and Agriculture Organization and Asian Development Bank. He worked at the Asian Institute of Technology as a visiting faculty. He published a book in 1975 titled _Development of Agriculture of Bangladesh_.[5][6]

Ahmed also worked as a photographer, specializing in the photography of flora of Bangladesh. His photographs have been published in reputed publications such as _The Bangkok Post_ and _The Guardian_. In 1971, after the start of Bangladesh Liberation war, he resigned from Pakistan Tea Board and moved to London. He campaigned for the independence of Bangladesh from London. He moved to the United States from there and returned to Bangladesh in 1973. In 1975, he published a photography compilation book titled Bangladesh. The book received a special mention from the Royal Geographical Society. He was awarded the Shilpakala Academy Award in 1978. He paintings have been exhibited in the Shilpakala Academy gallery in 1996 and Bengal Gallery in 1995.[7] A bilingual edition of his photography book, Chhinnapatra, was published by Standard Chartered.[8]

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Ahmed died on 24 November 2009 in Dhaka, Bangladesh.[9]

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question: What was Ahmed known for?

answer: Ahmed was mostly known for his work on improving tea varieties and serving as the General Secretary of the Pakistani Tea Board, as well as publishing a book in 1975 titled "Development of Agriculture in Bangladesh".

question: How old was Ahmed when he died?

answer: 74 years old.


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“I don't know about this.” Mark said, pacing back and forth in his sheik but shaggy boardroom while

 scrolling up and down on his phone. He placed the phone down on the boardroom table.

	“What do you think, Tom?”

	Tom sighed. This was the 15th time he'd been asked what he thought in the last hour. He

 grabbed the phone off of the table. There hadn't been any changes that he could tell from the last

time he had chimed in.

        “Looks fine, Mark.” Tom replied.

        “Are you sure? You don't think it's too aggressive?”

        “I think if that's what you want to do then you should do it.”

        “Right. I should do it.” Mark reassured himself. He grabbed the phone from Tom's hands. “But I

don't know. Maybe it's too much. Maybe this is too much.”

	Tom rubbed his eyeballs. The other nine employees sitting around the table had long lost

 interest in Mark's concerns or their standings in the company. They all just wanted to go home.

	“I mean, do you think maybe it makes me come off as controlling? Cause I want to sound

confident, but I don't want to be controlling, you know? Does it make me sound like a dick? Pete,

what do you think?”

        Pete's left eyelid slid open from his nap.

        “It's fine.” he mumbled and then slipped back to sleep.

        Mark let out a frustrated whimper. He walked towards the double pane glass window and

thumped his head against it. The San Diego city lights twinkled below.

       Elaine, a first year web design supervisor who Mark had hired just a month ago, adjusted herself

in her seat.

      “Mark?” she called out softly. “If I were you I wouldn't give it so much thought. People gravitate

to you for who you are, so just be who you are. I think that's important.”

      Mark took a deep breath. He looked down at his phone one last time.

      “You're right.”

His thumb tapped the phone. The board members unanimously rolled back in their chairs.

      “If she doesn't think the Chinese place is a good place to go for a first date, big deal. She can

suggest another place. I'm open. But at least now someone's made a decision and we're not playing

the 'I don't care where we go' game.”

      Tom yawned.

      “Did you look over the new app update, Mark?”

      “The what?”

      “The new update. It takes effect tonight.”

      “Oh, yeah, yeah. Sounds good. Get that going. Can't believe we haven't been requiring social

security numbers this whole time.”

       The board members sauntered out of the room.

title: New Facebook Update Eve [HM]

question: What is making Mark feel anxious?

answer: The changes on the new Facebook update.

question: Who is Mark in a meeting with?

answer: With other board members

question: How do the board members feel of Mark's concerns?

answer: They had all long lost interest.

question: What is Tom's relation to Mark?

answer: Tom is another board member that Mark is trying to get feedback from.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Mark is in a board meeting regarding changes to the new Facebook update. He is concerned about the changes and is seeking reassurance from employees but all board members have long long interests in his concerns.


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Piloted spaceflight planning typically emphasizes transportation; that is, methods of traveling from Earth to some destination and back again. Other than landing and liftoff, astronaut activities on the surface of a target world normally receive little attention. This is not too surprising at the present stage of spaceflight development, given the many challenges inherent in moving humans between worlds.

What is more surprising is that, as early as 1965, NASA's Marshall Space Flight Center (MSFC) turned its attention to the scientific tasks astronaut-scientists might perform on Mars. In that year, as part of an ongoing series of Mars mission studies that began in 1962 with the EMPIRE manned Mars/Venus flyby/orbiter study, the Huntsville, Alabama-based NASA center contracted with Avco/RAD to study manned Mars surface operations. This truly was far-sighted thinking; when MSFC contracted with Avco/RAD, NASA, with President John F. Kennedy's end-of-decade deadline for a manned moon landing fast approaching, had barely begun to pay serious attention to the scientific tasks that Apollo astronauts would perform on the moon.

Paul Swan, who had worked with Cornell astronomer Carl Sagan in 1964 to identify landing sites for automated Voyager Mars landers, was Avco/RAD's study leader. In a summary paper presented at the March 1966 Stepping Stones to Mars meeting (the last major Mars-focused engineering meeting until the 1980s), Swan and three of his Avco/RAD colleagues explained that an "understanding of the possibilities and limitations of [human explorers on Mars] should serve both to keep our eyes on a far horizon, and to guide our footsteps on the early stepping stones which must be negotiated."

The first successful robotic Mars probe, 261-kilogram Mariner IV, had flown past the planet on July 15, 1965, while the Avco/RAD engineers performed their study, and they included in their report references to its findings. They noted, for example, that Mariner IV had imaged overlapping craters (implying a lack of erosion, hence little water) and had found no evidence of a martian magnetosphere (implying that solar flare radiation would reach its surface mostly unchecked). In general, however, the Avco/RAD team adhered to the optimistic pre-Mariner IV view of Mars, which was based on a century of Earth-based telescopic observations. Their Mars was, for example, etched by a mysterious network of slender, linear canals, though no such features appeared in Mariner IV images.

Maps of Mars from August 1960. At the time Avco/RAD performed their study, this was the best all-planet Mars map available. Image: U.S. Air Force.
Despite this apparent flaw, Avco/RAD's planning methodology remains relevant today. In fact, it can be argued that, by planning the scientific exploration of a "fictional" Mars, Swan and his colleagues demonstrated that their methodology could be applied to any world humans might choose to explore.

Swan's team acknowledged that the decision to send men to Mars might be taken "for reasons of international competition, for domestic political considerations, or to stimulate the economy," but hastened to add that such justifications should not be permitted to dictate the science activities that would take place during manned Mars exploration. They assumed that science would dictate engineering requirements for Mars spacecraft, space suits, and rovers, and not the reverse. Though necessarily simplistic, this approach put aside uncertainty.

The Avco/RAD team identified three potential overarching scientific focii for the first manned Mars mission: exobiology, planetology, and exploitation. The first of these was, they wrote, "basic and compelling," and might in fact provide a justification for a manned Mars mission that could stand on its own (that is, in the absence of underlying political and economic motives). Planetology would focus on the history and present state of Mars as a planet. Exploitation would entail prospecting for resources and determining hazards ahead of a follow-on long stay-time manned Mars mission.

Mars, the team told the Stepping Stones conference, would not be explored as Earth has been explored. On Earth, scientists can usually visit a field site, gather data, return to the lab to study the data and formulate new questions, and then return to the field site to perform new investigations. Because the cost of exploring Earth is small compared to that of exploring Mars, terrestrial exploration can, in other words, be iterative and open-ended.

Mars astronaut-scientists, on the other hand, would need to gather rapidly as much data at their landing site as possible, because the large number of interesting potential landing sites and the difficulty and cost of reaching Mars would make unlikely an early return to any site visited. To accommodate this fundamental constraint, Avco/RAD called for every manned Mars mission to conduct a range of experiments that would metaphorically cast a fine-meshed net over its landing site with the aim of capturing "variable amounts of different kinds of information over wide dynamic ranges."

The team noted that the likely existence of "totally. . .unanticipated phenomena" would complicate data gathering. To illustrate this, Swan and his colleagues asked their audience to consider "the plight of the Martian astronaut-scientist who finally manage[d] to reach Earth, but completely failed to anticipate magnetic fields greater than a few gammas, and therefore also magnetospheres, Van Allen belts. . .and all other phenomena associated with the mere existence of the Earth's magnetic dipole."

The Avco/RAD team then peeled Mars like an onion; that is, they divided the planet and its surroundings into concentric spheres of scientific interest. Innermost was the endosphere, the molten spherical body of the planet bounded by its lithosphere (the crust, including the solid surface). Next was the hydrosphere, which included all water within and on the lithosphere, in the atmosphere, and in the biosphere. The biosphere would comprise Mars's living things, which, the team explained, would probably have "an intimate relationship to the lithosphere, the hydrosphere, and the atmosphere."

The atmosphere, next out from the planet's center, would include "all the neutral, gaseous molecules out to the shock wave in the solar wind," while the electro/magnetosphere would include the ionosphere, radiation belts, and any magnetic field that might have eluded Mariner IV's magnetometer. Last and farthest from Mars's center was the gravisphere, which would contain the moons Phobos and Deimos and any dust belts that might encircle the planet. Avco/RAD also listed solar physics as an area of scientific interest for manned Mars missions; that is, any "solar phenomena observed while using the planet as a base of operations."

Swan's team proposed two manned Mars mission scenarios designed to explore these spheres of scientific interest. The first, the "minimal" missions, would occur between 1976 and 1986 and would use Apollo-level (that is, 1970) technology. The second, the "extended" mission, which was tentatively scheduled to occur in the 1982-1986 time period, would require technologies beyond the Apollo state of the art.

The four minimal-mission surface crewmembers would explore a landing site within 30° of the martian equator for 21 days during a period when the biosphere at the site was at "peak growth." While the four surface astronaut-scientists did their best to keep up with "a very active schedule" of wide-ranging data-gathering, two men would orbit Mars on board the mission "mothership," the command module. Among other tasks, they would deploy automated probes to investigate the martian moons and any dust belts. Time near Mars for the minimal mission would total 40 days.

The Avco/RAD team expected that, in addition to the Mars-orbiting command module, the minimal mission would need three landed modules. These would reach the landing site on common-design landers. The modules would include a drum-shaped, 9500-pound "main shelter," where the four surface astronauts would live and work; a two-man, 8700-pound, 20-foot-long pressurized Molab rover capable of three five-day, 500-mile surface traverses over the course of a 21-day surface mission; and a 1550-pound "garage" module for storing the Molab, 2050 pounds of Molab expendables, and 3000 pounds of science equipment.

The surface crew would remain sequestered from all martian life throughout their stay. After every Mars walk, space-suited astronaut-scientists would undergo decontamination, and samples they gathered would remain sealed in quarantine until they were returned to Earth and shown to be safe. This degree of caution would be necessary, the Avco/RAD team wrote, because determining conclusively the degree of pathogenicity of martian life would probably not be possible during a three-week surface stay. If the surface crew became exposed to a virulent martian bacterium, for example, its effects would probably not have time to become readily apparent before they rejoined their colleagues in orbit. The crew in orbit might then become exposed, then the infection might be transmitted to Earth.

Avco/RAD's second type of manned Mars mission, the extended mission, would see 42 men occupy three 14-man surface bases for 300 days while four men remained on board a command module in orbit. Because the surface crews would remain on Mars for 300 days, they might witness a large portion of the seasonal life cycle of any native organisms at the base sites. While the small army of surface explorers ranged over the regions surrounding their base sites, the four astronaut-scientists in Mars orbit would rendezvous with and explore Phobos and Deimos.

The three bases would be "so situated as to provide access to all major features of interest," Swan's team explained. Northern Syrtis Major Base would support Molab traverses to Libya and Aeria ("two northern desert regions"), while a base in Hellas (an "unusually bright and somewhat anomalously colored desert region") would enable access to Zea Lacus, where five canals intersected. The third base would be sited among the south pole's snowy Mitchell Mountains. (Neither the canals of Zea Lacus nor the Mitchell Mountains actually exist.)

At least six common-design landers would deliver eight modules to each base site, for a total of eighteen landers and 24 modules on Mars. For redundancy, two 80-kilowatt nuclear reactors would supply each base with electricity and two main shelters with regenerative life support would house each base crew. A pair of "storage and maintenance shelters" at each base site would house two 22,000-pound, two-man Molabs capable of 30-day, 1500-mile traverses and a total of 34,000 pounds of Molab expendables and science equipment.

_Reference:_

_"Manned Mars Surface Operations," Paul R. Swan, Raymond B. Hanselman, Richard L. Ryan, and Richard F. Suitor, A Volume of Technical Papers Presented at the AIAA/AAS Stepping Stones to Mars Meeting, pp. 69-86; paper presented in Baltimore, Maryland, 28-30 March 1966._

question: What sort of work did Swan do?

answer: Paul Swan had worked with astronomer Carl Sagan to identify landing sites for automated Voyager Mars landers.

question: What decision did Swan's team come up with?

answer: Swan's team proposed two manned Mars missions. The first, a minimal mission, would use Apollo-level technology, and the second, the extended mission would require technology beyond the Apollo state of the art.

question: What would Swan's life have been like had he not worked with Carl Sagan?

answer: It may be implied that Swan would have nevertheless done a considerable amount of work in the field of space and astronomy.


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First attempt at writing, criticism welcome.

The blacked out car skidded mindlessly around residential streets, an aimless journey just passing the time. The front passenger brandished a nut bolt wrench from the centre console, extending its arm proudly, to the delight of the others. As he leaned out of the window, the orange street lights illuminated his features, his blonde curls like a thousand tiny whips snapping in the night, slinging the silver wrench over his shoulder, like a batter, about to take swing at a curve ball. Cars lined the side of the road, each a potential target, each motionless & empty, an ID parade of crimson, blue and gun metal grey, the cars seemed to tremble as if standing solemnly behind two way glass, an unknown assailant hurtling towards them at 65. The car slowed for accuracy, each held their breath in anticipation, he crunched the metal wrench into the side mirror, of an innocently parked car, a marvellous shower of glass and plastic erupted into the night, the occupants, cackling like Droogs, hunched up, smiles etched into their crooked face's, a high pitch ensemble of laughter & nerves shattered the silence of the quaint street, swerving across lanes. The boys revelled in the chaos they had caused, pausing, only briefly, to reflect on the consequences. The look of distain as a mother of two has to sweep shards of glass off the road at dawn and cover the cost of a night’s urban baseball or was it an aged man? barely enough for the tins in his kitchen let alone a new mirror. They skidded left into a busy vein of traffic, not the motionless entities from the streets they lay waste to, but growling, rusted shells, as big and loud as they. The laughter died. The wrench was placed carefully back into the console, cowering, its arm hung limp. Consequences,
blue lights flashed into life behind them, sirens screeched.

Chase.

title: [UR] Chase

question: Why do the boys smash the side mirror of a parked car?

answer: Probably just for fun.

question: Does the police found out who breaks the side mirror?

answer: Yes, the police start to chase the boys.

question: Do the boys feel guilty for what they did?

answer: No, they are laughing.

question: Is someone hurt?

answer: It is not stated but it seems no one is hurt.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The car lines the side of the road to get closer to the parked car and slows down for accuracy, and one of the passengers crunches the metal wrench into the side mirror of a car and breaks it. They leave laughing. Soon the laughter dies as they notice the police car behind them and hear sirens.


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VIVIANE OBENAUF (born 25 October 1986) is a Brazilian professional boxer. She has challenged three times for world titles; the IBO female lightweight title in 2017; the IBF female super featherweight title in 2018; and the IBO female super featherweight title in 2019.[1]

Professional career

Lightweight

Obenauf made her professional debut on 21 April 2014 at the EXPO Thun in Thun, Switzerland, scoring a four round unanimous decision victory over Amra Okugic.[2]

In her eleventh fight, with a record of 9–1 (2 KO), she faced former Olympic gold medalist Katie Taylor on 10 December 2016 at the Manchester Arena, Manchester, in Taylor's second professional bout. The fight was televised live on Sky Sports Box Office as part of the undercard for the Anthony Joshua vs. Éric Molina heavyweight world title fight.[3] Obenauf lost via points decision over six rounds.[4] Obenauf attempted to establish herself as the aggressor from the opening bell, but the former Olympic champion used her defence to evade Obenauf's attacks and began stalking her around the ring while staying behind the jab, fighting in spurts and landing combination punches to the head and body. In the second round, Obenauf touched the canvas as the result of a counter left hook, but immediately rose to her feet to protest the referee scoring a knockdown. Obenauf had a moment of success in the third, catching Taylor with a right hook and a straight left that sent her opponent stumbling off-balance. In the fourth, Obenauf was on the receiving end of Taylor’s sharp jabs and fast combinations. Taylor began landing her speedy combinations with more frequency in the fifth, a round which saw Obenauf receive a cut above the left eye from an accidental clash of heads. A bloodied Obenauf saw out the final bell in round six to receive the second defeat of her professional career.[5][6]

Her next fight came on 25 March 2017, against Maja Milenkovic at the Congress Center in Interlaken, Switzerland. Obenauf won the fight with an eighth round technical knockout (TKO) to capture the vacant WBF International female lightweight title.[7][8]

Three months later, she fought undefeated former WBO interim super featherweight champion Ewa Brodnicka on 24 June 2017, at the Ergo Arena in Gdańsk, Poland. Obenauf suffered the third defeat of her career, losing via split decision over ten rounds, with two judges scoring the bout 96–93 and 95–94 in favour of Brodnicka while the third scored it 95–94 to Obenauf.[9]

After winning her next two fights, she then fought undefeated British prospect Chantelle Cameron on 2 December 2017, at the Leicester Arena in Leicester, England, for the vacant IBO female lightweight title. Obenauf lost the fight via sixth round corner retirement (RTD) after Obenauf's corner withdrew her from the contest between rounds, suffering the first stoppage loss of her career.[10]

Super featherweight

Following the defeat to Cameron, Obenauf fought another undefeated British prospect in Natasha Jonas, for Jonas' WBA International female super featherweight title, on 4 August 2018 at the Ice Arena Wales in Cardiff, Wales. Obenauf scored an upset victory with a fourth round TKO.[11] Obenauf came out swinging from the opening bell, smothering the former Olympian with combinations to the head and landing a few clean, straight right hands. Jonas came back in the second, landing her own clean punches. In the final 40 seconds of round three, following an onslaught by Obenauf which culminated in a straight right hand, Jonas was dropped to the canvas. After seeing her opponent struggle back to her feet before the referee's count of ten, Obenauf unleashed a barrage of punches on Jonas, again ending with a right hand to put the British fighter down for a second time. Obenauf came out in the fourth employing the same tactics, walking Jonas down and throwing big shots. Halfway through the round, Obenauf landed another big right hand to put Jonas down for the third time. With Jonas' back against the ropes, Obenauf landed a right-left combination that caused her opponent's legs to buckle, with the referee on the verge of intervening. Obenauf landed another left hook that made Jonas sag into the ropes, at which point referee Michael Alexander stepped in and waved off the fight as Jonas' trainer Joe Gallagher threw in the towel with 18 seconds of the round remaining.[12][13]

In her next fight she challenged IBF female super featherweight champion Maïva Hamadouche on 4 December 2018 at Zénith de Paris-La Villette in Paris, France. Obenauf lost in her first challenge of a major world title via fifth round RTD.[14]

After defeating Monika Antonik in April 2019 via unanimous decision over six rounds, Obenauf challenged for her second super featherweight world title against reigning champion Terri Harper on 2 November 2019 at the Manchester Arena, with the IBO title on the line. The fight was on the undercard of the WBO super lightweight title fight between Christina Linardatou and Katie Taylor.[15][16] Obenauf lost the fight via unanimous decision, with the judges' scorecards reading 97–93, 99–92 and 99–91.[17]

Professional boxing record

       Result   Record   Opponent             Type   Round, time   Date          Location   Notes
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  20   Loss     14–6     Terri Harper         UD     10            2 Nov 2019
  19   Win      14–5     Monika Antonik       UD     6             27 Apr 2019
  18   Loss     13–5     Maïva Hamadouche     RTD    5 (10),       4 Dec 2018
  17   Win      13–4     Natasha Jonas        TKO    4 (10),       4 Aug 2018
  16   Loss     12–4     Chantelle Cameron    RTD    6 (10),       2 Dec 2017
  15   Win      12–3     Sylwia Maksym        TKO    5 (6)         7 Oct 2017
  14   Win      11–3     Consolata Musanga    UD     6             1 Jul 2017
  13   Loss     10–3     Ewa Brodnicka        SD     10            24 Jun 2017
  12   Win      10–2     Maja Milenkovic      TKO    8 (10)        25 Mar 2017
  11   Loss     9–2      Katie Taylor         PTS    6             10 Dec 2016
  10   Win      9–1      Karina Kopinska      UD     6             1 Oct 2016
  9    Win      8–1      Klaudia Szymczak     KO     1 (6)         9 Sep 2016
  8    Win      7–1      Bojana Libiszewska   UD     4             27 Feb 2016
  7    Loss     6–1      Vissia Trovato       UD     6             7 Nov 2015
  6    Win      6–0      Semra Bogucanin      TKO    5 (6)         30 May 2015
  5    Win      5–0      Kallia Kourouni      UD     6             6 Apr 2015
  4    Win      4–0      Luchiya Doncheva     TKO    3 (6)         26 Dec 2014
  3    Win      3–0      Zsofia Bedo          KO     2 (6)         1 Nov 2014
  2    Win      2–0      Bojana Libiszewska   UD     4             9 Jun 2014
  1    Win      1–0      Amra Okugic          UD     4             21 Apr 2014

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question: What titles has Viviane Obenauf won?

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Vacant WBF International female lightweight title (2017)
WBA International female super featherweight title (2018)

question: When did Viviane Obenauf debut as a boxer?

answer: April 21, 2014

question: Describe Viviane Obenauf's personal life.

answer: Her personal life is not described in the article.

question: Describe Viviane Obenauf's fight with Maja Milenkovic.

answer: Obenauf fought Maja Milenkovic at the Congress Center in Interlaken, Switzerland on March 25, 2017. Obenauf won with a technical knockout in the eighth round, claiming the vacant WBF International female lightweight title.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Viviane Obenauf is a Brazilian professional boxer. She made her debut in 2014 and has challenged three times for world titles.


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Gary left the house at six am on Wednesday; headed out to endure another long workday. After he walked through the yard to the driveway, he made sure to latch the gate securely, because that’s what Sarah liked. He smiled as he did so, and thought of how earlier, he had closed the shower curtain all the way (another Sarah preference), and gently lowered the toilet seat. Twenty four hours earlier, they had been feuding; and he deliberately did none of these things; just to piss her off!  As he climbed into his car for his daily sucky commute up Route 128 to Route 93; into Boston, he was filled with regret and chuckled at the pettiness of his previous day’s actions. After all; how hard was it to accommodate several very minor quirks of his wife of fifteen years?

That morning, he had been awakened by Sarah gently kissing around his ear, nuzzling against his back, softly stroking his shoulders. This was in stark contrast to the previous three nights; when she had seemed to build an invisible wall between them. Sarah was an expert at staying on her “side”. No inadvertent touching during the night; not even a slight brush of the leg or a stray rollover. Her version of a cold shoulder was more like a frozen cadaver.

Her affections this morning, were surely a signal that an olive branch had been extended; and a peace treaty had been declared. The latest “war of the Floyds”; a seventy two hour skirmish; had ended.

The latest battle had been initiated on Saturday night; a dinner outing with their best friends. After several before and after cocktails;  Sarah, in response to what Gary felt was a very innocuous comment about Sarah’s weight gain over the past ten years, had flipped Gary “the bird”.  While Gary waited in traffic to access the on ramp to 128, he conjured up the incident in his brain. He mused about the fury that could be unleashed by a simple injudicious observation; but he also felt ashamed of his immature pouting and anger in response to such a mundane gesture as a raised middle finger.

Sarah and Gary were complete opposites. Sarah loved to go to the mall and shop for hours. Gary detested the thought of entering even one store. Sarah hated watching sports, Gary loved all sports. Sarah was fastidious, she cleaned and scrubbed meticulously. Gary was a slob; who would often ask Sarah to “give it a break, the house is clean enough”; (especially when she vacuumed the living room while he was watching a football game).

Gary inched onto Route 93 South, and switched from sports talk to a Sirius 70s radio station. The subscription to Sirius had been a birthday gift from Sarah. Gary had told her that it was an unnecessary expense; there were plenty of free radio stations, but Sarah insisted. Gary had come to love the non-stop oldies from the 60s and 70s. Steppenwolf blasted from the speakers, and he howled in unison when they belted out the refrain; “Born to be Willlllllllllllllllld”, and for a moment. envisioned himself a single dude; no wife, no twelve year old son (Steven), no boring nine-to-five job, no responsibilities, no hassles!

He clicked the stereo radio control on the steering wheel and jumped back to the 60s station, ironically, to The Monkees’ sweet ballad, “I Want to be Free”.  This only reinforced his thirst for liberation and his distaste for married life. He was sick of the petty arguments and all the compromises that he made for family. Hell, his weekly night out with the guys had been reduced lately to monthly night out!

All day long, while Gary answered EMails, juggled spreadsheets, and performed his daily office tasks, a yearning stirred within him to be rid of all the shackles that he had placed upon himself. He daydreamed about quitting his well paying but stressful job and become a full-time bartender; hang out all day drinking beer and watching sporting events.  As this lovely picture played out in his mind, the phone on his desk beeped; and the caller ID readout revealed that Sarah was on the line.

Gary picked up the receiver, and told Sarah, “We need to talk”.

“Yes”, Sarah replied softly.

Before he could say anything else, Sarah apologized for the three day freezeout. She also informed Gary that she had arranged a sleepover that night at the neighbor’s for Steven; and that she would be making Gary’s favorite dinner: fresh sliced fries and baked filet mignon with butter, mushrooms, and onion ring.  Dessert was to be decided upon later, by Gary!

For the balance of the day; Gary’s fantasies swerved in a different direction. His aspiration to live the single life dissipated. and the longing that he previously experienced was replaced by a sense of appreciation for Sarah’s humility, caring and tenderness. His thoughts about separation reverted to anticipation of their approaching union. He regretted the joking remark he made that had kicked off their most recent tiff. He knew his wife was super-sensitive about her body image, and would not be pleased with his attempt at humor.

The drive home featured unusually clear sailing on the highways. As Gary rounded the corner and turned onto his street, one of his favorite Bob Seger songs came on the radio: “Beautiful Loser”. He chortled at the lyrics:

“He wants his home and security ………… He wants to live like a sailor at sea”.

As he mulled the sentiment, a rueful smile came upon his face. He reached for the kitchen doorknob, but Sarah swung it open before he had a chance to push. She jumped into his arms.

“How was your day, baby?”

“I love you, Sarah.”

title: [HM] - Gary & Sarah

question: What kicks off the latest argument between Sarah and Gary?

answer: Gary makes a joking remark about Sarah's weight despite knowing how sensitive she is about her body image. She flips the bird to him, and he gets unreasonably upset about it too.

question: What is the main message of the story?

answer: There are arguments and feuds even in a happy marriage.

question: What does Gary want to say when Sarah calls him at work?

answer: It's not stated directly, but the thoughts on his mind mostly revolve around being free of her. If Sarah didn't offer reconciliation, he probably would've talked about divorce.

question: What significance do the songs mentioned in the story have?

answer: They either comment on or about Gary's state of mind regarding Sarah.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: After a three day feud between the married couple, Sarah wakes Gary up with kisses and affection that morning. On his way to work, Gary reminisces about his marriage and builds up a feeling of wanting to be free. When Sarah calls him at work, he says they need to talk. When she sweetly offers reconciliation, his fantasies of a single life leave his mind. Back at home, the first thing he says to Sarah is that he loves her.


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OLIVER KOSTIĆ (; born February 20, 1973) is a Serbian professional basketball coach. He last served as a head coach for Bayern Munich of the Basketball Bundesliga (BBL).

Coaching career

In April 2018, when Montenegrin coach Dejan Radonjić took over the Bayern Munich first team, Kostić advanced into his coaching team. On 7 January 2020, Bayern Munich parted ways with Dejan Radonjić and appointed Kostić as the new head coach for the rest of the 2019–20 season.[1]

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title: Oliver Kostić

question: What is Oliver Kostić's nationality?

answer: Serbian

question: What does "BBL" stand for?

answer: BBL stands for Basketball Bundesliga.

question: Describe Kostić's career progression with Bayern Munich.

answer: Kostić was a member of Montenegrin coach Dejan Radonjić's coaching staff when he took over Bayern Munich in April 2018. When the organization and Radonjić parted ways on January 7, 2020, they appointed Kostić as the new head coach for the remainder of the 2019-2020 season.