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I had just finished smoking my Black and Mild with Brandon and Ryan when it happened. Cary didn’t want to smoke one. I had drank for a while because I thought I didn’t want to feel like myself, thought I should have fun because it’s the weekend. I had thrown up after 4 mixed drinks and a forty. Then had a couple more mixed drinks because throwing up sort of killed my buzz. I didn’t tell anyone I threw up, just calmly stole some of friends gum without him noticing, went to the bathroom, listened to my favorite Bob Dylan song, and got it over with. Then I cleaned it up, blew my nose, and chewed the gum. That stall was probably cleaner now than it was before.

“You good, Colin?”

“Yeah, I just had to take a massive shit from that burrito.”

The four of us are signed up to go canoeing in the morning, which means I’ll have to wake up at 7:30. Ryan and I are both displeased with the vibe in the room for very different, but equally mistaken and embittered reasons. He’s sitting right in front of me, and I get a text from him asking if we should go get the Black and Milds. We both know the reason we’re getting the little cigars, but I can’t quite shake the feeling that we’re trying to live up to some romantic ideal for ourselves that isn’t accurate. But, either I’m relieved to get out of that room or I’m excited to see myself as a guy who drinks all night, then caps the night with a cigar so we head out. Does a Black and Mild even count as a cigar? Its about 1, so I say sure settling on getting 6 hours of sleep rather than the 8 I originally planned because I earnestly wanted to be well-rested for the canoeing trip.

I enjoyed the Black and Mild. It tasted kind of good and felt a bit of a head buzz so I was happy that I could place a positive, tangible reason that I actually felt onto the experience. I had been texting Lily throughout the night – keeping the option open of potentially fucking her, even though I really did want to get some sleep. Luckily, she was just as apathetic about our arrangement that would be better described as a convenience than a relationship. Lily texted me asking if was awake, which is abnormal; usually I have to contact her, even though she seems to want to have sex every time I ask. I go back up to Ryan’s room one last time to get my backpack with the empty bottles of cranberry juice, orange juice, a Naked smoothie, and the quarter-full handle of Taaka – the cheapest vodka around.

As I pass through the lobby of Branscomb, Ryan’s dorm, to leave to go to Lily’s room, is when it happened, specifically. I got a double dose of that panicky buzz that I always sadistically look forward to – seeing a girl I once hooked up with who decided that it probably isn’t in her best interest to do that anymore or ever again. I say double dose because on this special night, I saw Emma and Olivia together, dressed nicely, presumably coming back from some frat or some bar.

They’re friends? I wonder if Emma told Olivia anything about me. I hope so. I hope Olivia didn’t tell Emma anything about me. I bet they went to Tin Roof. I should have went to Tin Roof. If I was drunk enough at Tin Roof I might have been able to get with one of them. Why is this even bothering me right now? I’m going to fuck another girl, and I hooked up with both of them, and I didn’t even have to go to Tin Roof. Well, I just made out with Olivia, so doesn’t really count. But, regardless, I should feel good about myself. If 16 year old Colin saw me in this situation, and knew that I was still unhappy, he’d hate me. Why do I care so much about what 16 year old Colin would think of me?

I quietly, and slightly nervously – which I bet they perceived as unfriendily – say hi to them. I wish was friendlier. Its 2:00 now so I’ll probably end up only getting 4 or 5 hours sleep. Why do I care so much about these two girls? I quickly reminisce about what went wrong with each of them, and ignore the sense that each time I do that – which un-coincidentally happens each time I pass one of them on campus – the story becomes more distorted, more of an illusion.

I fucked it up with Olivia more recently so I once again run through the thoughts that have come to define that situation in my head. I was lucky enough to stumble onto charmingness when I met her one Thursday night at a bar. It was one of those nights that every drunk is chasing no matter how long ago the last time it happened was. I created a romantic conception of myself that I actually liked, and, imagine that, she liked it too. We went back to campus together from the bar. My conception of myself managed to make out with her a few times, but she told me she had class at 9am the next morning when I tried to take it further. I believed her and figured that I still sealed the deal; next time I saw her I should be able to have sex with her, she’ll be able to see me as funny, charming, and capable. I send a few mediocre texts trying to be friendly over the next couple weeks. We fail to meet up at a bar a few times because we’re both not going out (drinking) the same night. How could I be charming if I was sober the next time we met? Is she just thinking of excuses so she doesn’t have to see me? We finally meet up and I fail to recreate the same excitement, the same passion as the first night. I’m a little more myself – a little less charming. The night ends without passion, without a sense of connection, without us hooking up. A few more texts, a little more passion dies. I sense the dying connection between us (probably before she does) and my frustration is manifest in some drunk texts that hasten the process I was trying to prevent. Now we quietly say hi to each other if we happen to pass on campus. I run through all of this by the time I’m at the door of the lobby of Branscomb.

Then I’m onto the Emma situation. We met at Lonnie’s on one of the few other lucky nights where I managed to be charming while drunk. She is a friend of friend that I went to the bar with. We get to talking; we get to making out – the rest is a little hazy. We meet up at a frat another night. I make a move before I feel my charm wearing off just like a health bar would in a video game. She is luckily unperturbed by this quick move. We get to making out and even to fucking later that night. This lifts my spirits enough to feel like talking to her, feel like being friendly, and I end up thinking we genuinely connected. She’s really busy, seemingly, doesn’t want a relationship right now, but we agree we should hang out again sometime. Would she want a relationship if I had more social clout? It’s not that I even want a relationship, but I don’t want her to decide that we’re not going to have a relationship. I want to be undeniably great to her. I text her a few times about meeting at some bar, or some frat. Doesn’t happen. Text again. No response. I decided to ask our mutual friend if she knew what was going on. I didn’t see any reason why Emma would be avoiding me. Some minor investigative work leads to following conclusion.

“Oh, Emma has a boyfriend now. She wasn’t really looking for one, but the hot guy from Kappa Sig asked her to go to the symphony with him, and they’ve been on a few dates now.”

The hot guy from Kappa Sig? The symphony? I tend to focus more on the conclusion rather than the rising action of this story. I kept this all to myself for as long as could. A few months later, I drunkenly told my buddy Mike from back home laughed and called him a faggot. I agreed. He also tells me I shouldn’t stress about her because the kind of girl that would have sex the second time you meet her isn’t really worth getting upset about. I didn’t agree, but I kept that to myself.

I’m halfway to Lily’s dorm now, thinking about how I’ve never seen Emma and Olivia together. They’re in different sororities; I had no idea they were friends. How could I do better? How can I make sure this shit doesn’t keep happening to me? Or do I actually want this to keep happening to me to appeal to some over-romanticized view of myself as a self-destructive hedonist who can’t catch a break with women? I don’t know. It’s all too confusing. I get to Lily’s room and we have sex so I don’t think about it for a while. I end up getting just 3 hours of sleep before the canoeing trip, but it didn’t end up being a problem because I slept on the way there and got some caffeine.

The next day I call my girl back home, Morgan, because I’m feeling down on myself. She actually seems to like listening to me whine for some odd reason. I always figure that if I don’t want to hear it from myself, why would anyone else? I’m just figuring out that’s not always true, but I’m always secretively suspicious that they don’t actually, that they’re listening for some other reason. I never meant to tell Morgan any of this, but she kind of likes it when I talk about other girls. I think it’s weird, but she says it’d be worse if nobody other than her was attracted to me. I feel simultaneously lucky and completely un-special.

She asks about Lily, and I get into how angry I am with myself for reminiscing how I fucked up with two other girls as I am on my way to see one that I actually enjoy being with. Why can’t I let myself enjoy it? Why was I still thinking about what I don’t have? I sense the path that leads to the answers of these questions when I’m on the phone with her. She brings me to these conclusions somehow, even though she never explicitly suggests them. The paths to them just become illuminated. I say to her that I wish I could have went up to them and hugged Olivia and Emma, asked them how their night went, genuinely care about their well-being. I tell her that they put me on a tight rope between arrogance and insecurity. When I think about Olivia, I fall of to the left, thinking that I don’t have anything to offer. I can only keep up the illusion that I’m a commodity for so long. When I think about Emma start to lean right, thinking Duke girls aren’t worth my time. They don’t appreciate me enough. I start to sway to left and think that my best wasn’t even good enough for her, but the wind blasts me to the ground off the right side, and I finally conclude that Mike was right, and she wasn’t even worth it because of her lack of appreciation for me.

This makes me realize what an egomaniac I am, and I get a sense of existential dread that all my work has failed and somehow led to me being this hypocritical, insecure asshole. I don’t even think we have that great a connection with either of them, but I hate that they made that decision. What do I really want? I want them to love me. I want them to be incapable of keeping their mind off me. It doesn’t seem like this is the case. What, they make me feel un-special? Well, they could either be right or wrong. On worse days, I tend to think they’re right. On happier but equally ignorant days, they’re wrong. On the very rare, but absolute best of days, they’re right, but I don’t care. That’s what I want to be working towards, but I don’t feel like I’m moving in the wrong direction.

Oh shit, there’s no way Morgan still finds any of this interesting. Better change the subject, fast.

title: [RF] Panicky Buzz

question: Summarize the situation surrounding Olivia.

answer: The narrator met Olivia at a bar. They communicate with each other for a little bit, but their talking lacks the spark that occurred when they first meet. After talking for a while and failing to engage in sex, the narrator gives up on trying to connect with her.

question: Summarize the situation surrounding Emma.

answer: The narrator meets Emma one night and they make out. Later, they meet up at a frat and have sex. The narrator feels hopeful about the connection they share. However, Emma states that she is not interested in a relationship, and the narrator agrees to these terms. After a few messages, Emma stops responding to the narrator's texts.

question: Who is Morgan?

answer: Morgan is a friend from the narrator's hometown. He calls her to talk about his relationship problems.


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STANLEY LLOYD MILLER (March 7, 1930 – May 20, 2007) was an American chemist who made landmark experiments in the origin of life by demonstrating that a wide range of vital organic compounds can be synthesized by fairly simple chemical processes from inorganic substances. In 1952 he carried out the Miller–Urey experiment, which showed that complex organic molecules could be synthesised from inorganic precursors. The experiment was widely reported, and provided support for the idea that the chemical evolution of the early Earth had led to the natural synthesis of chemical building blocks of life from inanimate inorganic molecules.[1] He has been described as the “father of prebiotic chemistry”.[2][3]

Life and career

Stanley Miller was born in Oakland, California. He was the second child (after a brother, Donald) of Nathan and Edith Miller, descendants of Jewish immigrants from Belarus and Latvia. His father was an attorney and held the office of the Oakland Deputy District Attorney in 1927. His mother was a school teacher so that education was quite a natural environment in the family. In fact, while in Oakland High School he was nicknamed “a chem whiz”. He followed his brother to the University of California at Berkeley to study chemistry mainly because he felt that Donald would be able to help him on the subject. He completed his BSC in June 1951. For graduation course, he faced financial problems, as his father died in 1946 leaving the family with a money shortage. Fortunately with the help from Berkeley faculty (UC Berkeley did not then have assistantships), he was offered a teaching assistantship at the University of Chicago in February 1951, which could provide the basic funds for graduate work. He joined this post and got registered for a PhD program in September. He frantically searched for a thesis topic to work on, meeting one professor after another, and he was inclined toward theoretical problems as experiments tended to be laborious. He was initially convinced to work with the theoretical physicist Edward Teller on synthesis of elements. Following the customs of the university, where a graduate student is obliged to attend seminars, he attended a chemistry seminar in which the Nobel laureate Harold Urey gave a lecture on the origin of solar system and how organic synthesis could be possible under reducing environment such as the primitive Earth's atmosphere. Miller was immensely inspired. After a year of fruitless work with Teller, and the prospect of Teller leaving Chicago to work on the Hydrogen bomb, Miller was prompted to approach Urey in September 1952 for a fresh research project. Urey was not immediately enthusiastic on Miller's interest in pre-biotic synthesis, as no successful works had been done, and he even suggested working on thallium in meteorites. With persistence Miller persuaded Urey to pursue electric discharges in gases. He found clear evidence for the production of amino acids in the reaction vessel. He was always afraid that some specks of fly excrement might be the source of the amino acids he discovered in the reaction tube (or was so chided by his classmates). This was not the case and the result was a clear demonstration that a host of “organic” chemical compounds could be produced by purely inorganic processes. Miller eventually earned his doctorate degree in 1954, and a long-lasting reputation. From spectroscopic observations on stars, it is now well known that complex organic compounds are formed in the gases blown off of carbon rich stars as a result of chemical reactions. The fundamental issue of what the connection was between the “pre-biotic organic” compounds and the origin of life has remained.

After completing a doctorate, Miller moved to the California Institute of Technology as a F. B. Jewett Fellow in 1954 and 1955. Here he worked on the mechanism involved in the amino and hydroxy acid synthesis. He then joined the Department of Biochemistry at the College of Physicians and Surgeons, Columbia University, New York, where he worked for the next 5 years. When the new University of California at San Diego was established, he became the first Assistant Professor in the Department of Chemistry in 1960, and an Associate Professor in 1962, and then a full Professor in 1968.[4][5]

He supervised 8 PhD students: Dennis Hafemann, Jeffrey L. Bada, Nadav Friedmann, James E. Van Trump, Gordon Schlesinger, William E. (Roscoe) Stribling, Jason P. Dworkin, and H. James Cleaves II.[6]

Miller's experiment

The Miller experiment appeared in his technical paper in the 15 May 1953 issue of _Science_,[7] which transformed the concept of scientific ideas on the origin of life into a respectable realm of empirical inquiry.[8] His study has become a classic textbook definition of the scientific basis of origin of life, or more specifically, the first definitive experimental evidence of the Oparin-Haldane's “primordial soup” theory. Urey and Miller designed to simulate the ocean-atmospheric condition of the primitive Earth by using a continuous run of steam into a mixture of methane (CH₄), ammonia (NH₃), and oxygen (O₂). The gaseous mixture was then exposed to electrical discharge, which induced chemical reaction. After a week of reaction, Miller detected the formation of amino acids, such as glycine, α- and β-alanine, using paper chromatography. He also detected aspartic acid and gamma-amino butyric acid, but was not confident because of the weak spots. Since amino acids are the basic structural and functional constituents of cellular life, the experiment showed the possibility of natural organic synthesis for the origin of life on earth.[9][10]

Publication problem

Miller showed his results to Urey, who suggested immediate publication. Urey declined to be the co-author lest Miller receive little or no credit. The manuscript with Miller as the sole author was submitted to _Science_ on 10 February 1953. After weeks of silence, Urey inquired and wrote to the chair of the editorial board on 27 February on the lack of action in reviewing the manuscript. A month passed, but still there was no decision. On 10 March the infuriated Urey demanded the manuscript to be returned, and he himself submitted it to the _Journal of the American Chemical Society_ on 13 March. By then, the editor of _Science_, apparently annoyed by Urey's insinuation, wrote directly to Miller that the manuscript was to be published. Miller accepted it and withdrew the manuscript from the _Journal of the American Chemical Society_.[11]

Follow-up

Miller continued his research until his death in 2007. As the knowledge on early atmosphere progressed, and techniques for chemical analyses advanced, he kept on refining the details and methods. He not only succeeded in synthesising more and more varieties of amino acids, he also produced a wide variety of inorganic and organic compounds essential for cellular construction and metabolism.[12] In support, a number of independent researchers also confirmed the range of chemical syntheses.[13][14][15][16] With the most recent revelation that, unlike the original Miller's experimental hypothesis of strongly reducing condition, the primitive atmosphere could be quite neutral containing other gases in different proportions,[17] Miller's last works, posthumously published in 2008, still succeeded in synthesising an array of organic compounds using such condition.[18]

Reassessment

In 1972 Miller and his collaborators repeated the 1953 experiment, but with a newly developed automatic chemical analysers, such as ion-exchange chromatography and gas chromatography-mass spectrometry. They synthesised 33 amino acids, including 10 that are known to naturally occur in organisms. These included all of the primary alpha-amino acids found in the Murchison meteorite, which fell on Australia in 1969.[19] Subsequent electric discharge experiment actually produced more variety of amino acids than that in the meteorite.[20]

Just before Miller's death, several boxes containing vials of dried residues were found among his laboratory materials at the university. The note indicated that some were from his original 1952-1954 experiments, produced by using three different apparatuses, and one from 1958, which included H₂S in the gaseous mixture for the first time and the result never published. In 2008 his students re-analysed the 1952 samples using more sensitive techniques, such as high-performance liquid chromatography and liquid chromatography–time of flight mass spectrometry. Their result showed the synthesis of 22 amino acids and 5 amines, revealing that the original Miller experiment produced many more compounds than actually reported in 1953.[21] The unreported 1958 samples were analysed in 2011, from which 23 amino acids and 4 amines, including 7 organosulfur compounds, were detected.[22][23][24][25]

Death

Miller suffered a series of strokes beginning in November 1999 that increasingly inhibited his physical activity. He was living in a nursing home in National City, south of San Diego, and died on 20 May 2007 at the nearby Paradise Hospital. He is survived by his brother Donald and his family, and his devoted partner Maria Morris.[26]

Honours and recognitions

Miller is remembered for his seminal works in the origin of life (and he was considered a pioneer in the field of exobiology), the natural occurrence of clathrate hydrates, and general mechanisms of action of anaesthesia. He was elected to the US National Academy of Science in 1973. He was an Honorary Counselor of the Higher Council for Scientific Research of Spain in 1973. He was awarded the Oparin Medal by the International Society of the Study of the Origin of Life in 1983, and served as its President from 1986 to 1989.[27]

He was nominated for Nobel Prize more than once in his life.[28]

_Stanley L. Miller Award_ for young scientists under the age of 37 was instituted by the International Astrobiology Society since 2008.[29]

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title: Stanley Miller

question: What are the most important results of Miller's Ph.D. research?

answer: Miller created a chemical environment that mimics the "primordial soup" of the early Earth, around the time of its formation 4 billion years ago. When stimulated with electricity, the inorganic reactions led to the formation of amino acids, the building blocks of living organisms. Thus, Miller managed to demonstrate a plausible mechanism for the formation of life.

question: What is the chemical pathway that connects inorganic matter to organic matter, and ultimately, life?

answer: The mix of inorganic compounds Miller used in his first experiment is methane, ammonia, and oxygen. The stimulation of these molecules with electricity created the amino acids glycine and α- and β-alanine. In one unpublished experiment, he used H2S in the gaseous mixture. Thus, the carbon-containing molecules stimulated with electricity form organic compounds.

question: What does the article say about Miller's hypothesis regarding the formation of zygotes on Primordial Earth?


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QUAY COUNTY (pronounced “kway”) is a county in the state of New Mexico. As of the 2010 census, the population was 9,041.[1] Its county seat is Tucumcari.[2] The county was named for Pennsylvania senator Matthew Quay, who supported statehood for New Mexico.[3] It is west from the Texas state line.

Geography

According to the U.S. Census Bureau, the county has a total area of , of which is land and (0.3%) is water.[4]

Adjacent counties

-   Union County - north
-   Harding County - northwest
-   San Miguel County - west
-   Guadalupe County - west
-   De Baca County - southwest
-   Roosevelt County - south
-   Curry County - south
-   Deaf Smith County, Texas - southeast
-   Oldham County, Texas - east
-   Hartley County, Texas - northeast

Demographics

2000 census

As of the 2000 census,[5] there were 10,155 people, 4,201 households, and 2,844 families living in the county. The population density was 4 people per square mile (1/km²). There were 5,664 housing units at an average density of 2 per square mile (1/km²). The racial makeup of the county was 82.09% White, 0.84% Black or African American, 1.27% Native American, 0.80% Asian, 0.15% Pacific Islander, 12.11% from other races, and 2.75% from two or more races. 37.98% of the population were Hispanic or Latino of any race.

There were 4,201 households, out of which 28.90% had children under the age of 18 living with them, 52.10% were married couples living together, 12.00% had a female householder with no husband present, and 32.30% were non-families. 28.90% of all households were made up of individuals, and 13.80% 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 2.90.

In the county, the population was spread out, with 25.00% under the age of 18, 6.70% from 18 to 24, 23.30% from 25 to 44, 26.00% from 45 to 64, and 19.00% who were 65 years of age or older. The median age was 42 years. For every 100 females, there were 94.00 males. For every 100 females age 18 and over, there were 91.50 males.

The median income for a household in the county was $24,894, and the median income for a family was $30,362. Males had a median income of $24,801 versus $17,500 for females. The per capita income for the county was $14,938. About 15.70% of families and 20.90% of the population were below the poverty line, including 25.50% of those under age 18 and 15.80% of those age 65 or over.

2010 census

As of the 2010 census, there were 9,041 people, 4,072 households, and 2,502 families living in the county.[6] The population density was . There were 5,569 housing units at an average density of .[7] The racial makeup of the county was 86.1% white, 1.2% American Indian, 1.1% black or African American, 1.0% Asian, 7.2% from other races, and 3.4% from two or more races. Those of Hispanic or Latino origin made up 42.4% of the population.[8] In terms of ancestry, 11.4% were American, 10.7% were English, 10.5% were German, and 9.8% were Irish.[9]

Of the 4,072 households, 26.4% had children under the age of 18 living with them, 43.5% were married couples living together, 12.7% had a female householder with no husband present, 38.6% were non-families, and 34.2% of all households were made up of individuals. The average household size was 2.21 and the average family size was 2.79. The median age was 45.6 years.[10]

The median income for a household in the county was $28,773 and the median income for a family was $41,766. Males had a median income of $29,769 versus $32,462 for females. The per capita income for the county was $18,234. About 13.3% of families and 21.1% of the population were below the poverty line, including 30.7% of those under age 18 and 17.3% of those age 65 or over.[11]

Communities

City

-   Tucumcari (county seat)

Villages

-   House
-   Logan
-   San Jon

Census-designated place

-   Nara Visa

Other communities

-   Bard
-   Endee
-   Forrest
-   Glenrio (partly in Deaf Smith County, Texas)
-   McAlister
-   Montoya
-   Quay
-   Wheatland

Politics

  Year                               Republican                                         Democratic                                         Third parties
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  style=“text-align:center;” |2016   style=“text-align:center;” |'''61.9% ''' _2,212_   style=“text-align:center;” |28.5% _1,017_          9.6% _343_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2012   style=“text-align:center;” |'''59.4% ''' _2,202_   style=“text-align:center;” |37.3% _1,383_          3.3% _122_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2008   style=“text-align:center;” |'''59.2% ''' _2,367_   style=“text-align:center;” |38.7% _1,547_          2.1% _82_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2004   style=“text-align:center;” |'''64.6% ''' _2,661_   style=“text-align:center;” |34.5% _1,422_          0.8% _34_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2000   style=“text-align:center;” |'''59.6% ''' _2,292_   style=“text-align:center;” |38.3% _1,471_          2.1% _81_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1996   style=“text-align:center;” |'''46.5% ''' _1,943_   style=“text-align:center;” |43.8% _1,830_          9.7% _403_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1992   style=“text-align:center;” |'''41.0% ''' _1,759_   style=“text-align:center;” |41.0% _1,758_          18.0% _772_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1988   style=“text-align:center;” |'''55.6% ''' _2,454_   style=“text-align:center;” |43.1% _1,901_          1.3% _57_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1984   style=“text-align:center;” |'''66.8% ''' _2,842_   style=“text-align:center;” |32.2% _1,368_          1.0% _43_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1980   style=“text-align:center;” |'''62.1% ''' _2,499_   style=“text-align:center;” |35.3% _1,422_          2.6% _104_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1976   style=“text-align:center;” |49.1% _2,059_          style=“text-align:center;” |'''49.9% ''' _2,095_   1.0% _41_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1972   style=“text-align:center;” |'''71.3% ''' _3,224_   style=“text-align:center;” |25.7% _1,161_          3.0% _137_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1968   style=“text-align:center;” |'''51.4% ''' _2,123_   style=“text-align:center;” |33.9% _1,399_          14.8% _610_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1964   style=“text-align:center;” |47.9% _2,161_          style=“text-align:center;” |'''51.7% ''' _2,333_   0.5% _21_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1960   style=“text-align:center;” |'''56.4% ''' _2,652_   style=“text-align:center;” |43.6% _2,050_          0.0% _2_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1956   style=“text-align:center;” |'''53.5% ''' _2,311_   style=“text-align:center;” |46.0% _1,988_          0.4% _19_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1952   style=“text-align:center;” |'''53.0% ''' _2,711_   style=“text-align:center;” |46.4% _2,375_          0.6% _29_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1948   style=“text-align:center;” |31.0% _1,392_          style=“text-align:center;” |'''68.2% ''' _3,063_   0.9% _38_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1944   style=“text-align:center;” |38.8% _1,449_          style=“text-align:center;” |'''60.9% ''' _2,272_   0.3% _11_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1940   style=“text-align:center;” |30.4% _1,413_          style=“text-align:center;” |'''69.1% ''' _3,215_   0.5% _22_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1936   style=“text-align:center;” |19.0% _816_            style=“text-align:center;” |'''79.8% ''' _3,423_   1.2% _51_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1932   style=“text-align:center;” |20.9% _852_            style=“text-align:center;” |'''75.0% ''' _3,058_   4.1% _167_
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title: Quay County, New Mexico

question: What does the text say about Roswell?

question: What does the text say about Quay County, New Mexico?

answer: Quay County (pronounced "kway") is in the U.S. state of New Mexico. The county was named for Pennsylvania senator Matthew Quay, who supported statehood for New Mexico. Its county seat is Tucumcari. The total land area of the county is 0.3% water.

question: What does the text say about the demographics of Quay County in 2010?

answer: There were 9,041 people, 4,072 households, and 2,502 families living in Quay County as of the 2010 census. The racial makeup of the county was 86.1% White, 1.2% American Indian, 1.1% black or African American, 1.0% Asian, 7.2% from other races, and 3.4% from two or more races. Those of Hispanic or Latino origin made up 42.4% of the population. 11.4% were American, 10.7% were English, 10.5% were German, and 9.8% were of Irish Ancestry. The median age in the county was 45.6 years. The median income for a household in the county was $28,773 and $41,766 for a family. Females made more than males $32,462 versus $29,769. The per capita income of the county was $18,234. About 13.3% of families and 21.1% of the population were below the poverty line, including 30.7% of those under age 18 and 17.3% of those aged 65 or over.


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Solitary became different - majestic and unreachable like the apex of the world. His weight was incalculable and immovable.

“Buzz.” The raising of his sword affected the space nearby as if it was pulling on the entire area. Just one flick could flip the world over.

People found it hard that this ninth-level True God would start with such a simple variation, only raising his sword upward without any preparation or difficult movements. This freestyle wasn’t worth pondering about, as insipid as water.

“I’m starting.” Solitary uttered each word clearly, carrying the same pull as his incoming slash.

“Whoosh!” A straightforward vertical slash came about.

In fact, calling it a slash might be inaccurate. He raised his sword then allowed it to fall down while maintaining a grip. There was no hacking movement.

The two of them were far apart despite being on the same altitude. This gigantic sword wasn’t going to touch Li Qiye.

It looked more like a child playing with a heavy sword, gesturing before the actual battle.

Due to his reputation, the crowd was ready for a flashy move containing profound dao and indecipherable techniques. However, even a three-year-old child could raise a sword and let it go down.

The disappointment didn’t last long, interrupted by a rumbling sound. Space below the sword began to shatter as if it was a massive piece of glass.

This horrific power gathered the weight of the world on the sword. Furthermore, it was perfectly under his control since only the space beneath was affected. It indicated his mastery over his sword.

For example, a person might be able to lift a sword weighing 100 pounds, but that’s it. Solitary, on the other hand, was able to lift a 200-pound sword with enough precision as if it was his own hand without any encumbrance.

The speed was as slow as an ant, but there was no escaping this technique since he aimed it straight for Li Qiye. It had nothing to do with space. Even if Li Qiye was far away, it was essentially right above his head already.

The spectators also felt this crushing pressure, imagining as if they were Li Qiye. The ones who were disappointed earlier were scared out of their mind. Some even dropped to their knees.

People started sweating, understanding Solitary’s notoriety. He could definitely beat any True God before the Eternal level. He established himself as the king of swords after showing off this move.

“Well done.” Li Qiye smiled before retaliating in a simple manner.

He raised his arm, lifted his hand and sword. A perfect flow without any wasted movement. Time seemed to be frozen at this point.

People couldn’t tell the exact weight of this bronze sword, only that it carried the gravity of ten thousand worlds. Just like Solitary before him, Li Qiye raised it without any difficulty.

Moreover, the frozen image meant that wherever the sword stopped, nothing could ever get through since it was the thickest and heaviest existence of all. Solitary’s slash was no exception.

The two moves finally collided. Of course, the physical swords weren’t actually touching due to the distance between them, but all spatial limitations were meaningless at this point.

Contrary to everyone’s expectations, a clank between two swords was missing. Only a loud boom like two heavy objects colliding.

Imagine two hard planets’ first impact. They didn’t collapse or suffer damage right away, only sending out shockwaves.

“Ah…” This injured people and made them vomit blood. The weaker ones were instantly turned to blood.

This was only the inevitable fallout of the impact, not directed at anyone in particular yet it could already harm the masters nearby.

The unharmed ones fell on their butt, paralyzed from the massive power of the attacks.

People couldn’t tell the victor just yet. Li Qiye’s sword froze everything into a still while Solitary’s sword stopped there, unable to advance. Intuition told the ancestors that Li Qiye had the upper hand.

Solitary instantly pulled back, wearing an expression appropriate for the most serious match of his life.

“My turn.” Li Qiye smiled and thrust his bronze sword forward.

His quick-draw was well documented at being imperceivable at this point. However, the crowd was disappointed since it wasn’t a swift thrust. In fact, it had nothing to do with the word “fast”.

A new practitioner could thrust much faster than this particular strike from Li Qiye.

He simply went with the flow and aimed for Solitary’s throat. One would be justified in thinking that this technique was rather lazy.

All of this instantly changed in the next second. The unremarkable and leisure thrust encompassed the greatest weight in actuality.

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question: What does the story say about the magic qualities of the weapons?

answer: Solitary's sword affected the space nearby--just one flick could flip the world over. When he swings the sword, the space below it shatters. Even the spectators feel the crushing pressure from the blow. Li Qiye's sword carries the gravity of ten thousand worlds. Time seems to freeze around it.

question: What does the story say about the reason Solitary and Li Qiye are fighting?


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SEASON 2006–07 was a mixed season for Hibernian; their league form suffered from extended cup runs, and they eventually finished sixth. The reward for their cup form was a first trophy in 16 years, thrashing Kilmarnock 5–1 in the final to lift the CIS Cup. Hibs were knocked out of the Scottish Cup in a semi-final replay by Dunfermline.

The season was also notable for the departure of manager Tony Mowbray, the appointment of John Collins as his replacement and a players' revolt that quickly followed the CIS Cup triumph.

Pre-season

The competitive football started early in 2006–07 for Hibs due to their qualification for the Intertoto Cup. They were given a bye to the second round, where they comfortably beat their first opponents Dinaburg (Latvia) 8–0 on aggregate. Hibs were eliminated from European competition on the away goals rule by Danish team OB in the third and final Intertoto Cup round.

Hibs only played one friendly match in the 2006 pre-season, a 3–2 win at Easter Road against Premier League side Charlton Athletic.

Results

League season

[John Collins is introduced as the new Hibs manager by Hibs chairman Rod Petrie at a news conference on 31 October 2006.] Hibs got off to a slow start in the new league season, taking eleven points from the first nine matches. The highlight of the early part of the league season was a 2–1 win over Rangers on 17 September, but this was then followed with two disappointing losses against Falkirk and St Mirren, both by 1–0.

On 7 September 2006, the management team of Tony Mowbray and Mark Venus signed new 12-month rolling contracts that were due to come into force in July 2007. A month later, however, Mowbray left the club to become manager of West Bromwich Albion. Venus took charge of the team for their next game, an Edinburgh derby, but followed Mowbray to West Bromwich in the following week. John Park and Mark Proctor took charge of two games on a caretaker basis,[1] before John Collins was appointed as manager, with Tommy Craig as his assistant. Mark Proctor became the reserve team coach before taking the manager's job at Livingston,[2] while John Park returned to his “behind the scenes” role before taking a similar post at Celtic.[3]

Before Collins took over as manager, Hibs had gone through a particularly inconsistent start to the league campaign. They were capable of beating Rangers and causing problems for every team in the league, but were also capable of losing to “lesser” sides, including St Mirren and Falkirk. In the period immediately after Collins took over, Hibs' league form improved somewhat, meaning that they clinched a place in the “top six” of the SPL with three games to spare.

After that, however, Hibs didn't win another game until they beat a shadow Celtic side on the final day. During this winless run, reports emerged in the media of a dispute between Collins and many of the Hibs players.[4] The players strongly criticised the manager for constantly chopping and changing the team and formation. Reports claimed that almost all of the first team players went to chairman Rod Petrie hoping to get Collins replaced.[5] The period of unrest was apparently quelled when club captain Rob Jones made a statement on behalf of the squad apologising “to the management, supporters and board of the club for any distress or embarrassment that has been caused”.[6]

Results

Final table

Scottish League Cup

[The CIS Cup is paraded.
18 March 2007] Hibs advanced to the League Cup quarter finals under Tony Mowbray due to two straightforward wins over lower division opposition (4–0 v Peterhead and 6–0 v Gretna). Following John Collins' appointment as manager, the team defeated Hearts 1–0 in the quarter-final and St Johnstone 3–1 after extra time in the semi-final at Tynecastle.

On 18 March 2007, Hibs beat Kilmarnock 5–1 at Hampden Park to win the League Cup for the third time in their history. This was the first major trophy that Hibs had won in 16 years; the previous trophy win being the 1991–92 League Cup competition.

Results

Scottish Cup

[Hibs faced Queen of the South in the 2007 Scottish Cup quarter-final.] Hibs started their Scottish Cup campaign with a difficult tie away to Aberdeen, where they drew 2–2. In the replay, Hibs produced one of their best performances of the season to win 4–1 despite conceding the first goal of the game.

In the next round Hibs comfortably beat Gretna, who they had already hammered in the Scottish League Cup, by 3–1. Hibs were then drawn away to Queen of the South, where they won 2–1 thanks to a free kick by David Murphy.

The semi-final with Dunfermline Athletic on 15 April was overshadowed by the player revolt which had immediately preceded it. The match was drawn 0–0 and the tie was replayed on 24 April. Hibs lost the replay 1–0 to a late _Panenka_ penalty by Jim McIntyre.

Results

Transfers

Before the season started, Tony Mowbray made some significant changes to the Hibs squad. He brought in two new central defenders (Rob Jones and Shelton Martis) to replace the departing Gary Smith and Gary Caldwell. Derek Riordan had also left the club, but Merouane Zemmama was brought in to provide more creativity.

Top goalscorer Chris Killen had a prolific season for the _Hibees_, but it was cut short by an Achilles injury suffered while playing Aberdeen in the Scottish Cup. With Killen out for the rest of the season, John Collins signed Thomas Sowunmi, a 28-year-old Hungarian international striker, on a six-month contract as cover. Former Hibs striker Tam McManus, released by Falkirk in the January transfer window, was offered a trial period but did not earn a full contract and later signed for Dunfermline Atthletic.

The most high-profile transfer activity during the season involved Kevin Thomson and Scott Brown. Speculation persisted that both would be sold during the January transfer window, despite Collins' insistence otherwise. Thomson eventually departed to Rangers, for a reported fee of £2M, on the transfer window's final day. Brown was eventually sold to Celtic at the end of the season for a record transfer fee between Scottish clubs of £4.4 million.

Players In

  Player             From              Fee
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  Shelton Martis     Darlington        Free
  Thomas Sowunmi     Ferencvaros       Free
  Rob Jones          Grimsby Town      £100,000
  Merouane Zemmama   Raja Casablanca   Free

Players Out

  Player           To               Fee
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  Gary Smith       Cowdenbeath      Free
  Paul Dalglish    Houston Dynamo   Free
  Antonio Murray   Histon           Free
  Amadou Konte     Messiniakos      Free
  Derek Riordan    Celtic           £150,000
  Gary Caldwell    Celtic           Free

Loans In

Loans Out

  Player               To
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  Zbigniew Małkowski   Gretna
  Kevin McDonald       Airdrie United
  Alistair Brown       Ayr United
  Jay Shields          Dundee
  Stephen Glass        Dunfermline Atthletic
  Sam Morrow           Partick Thistle

Young players

Some younger players in the Hibs squad developed significantly during the season, particularly Abdessalam Benjelloun. 'Benji' gained a reputation as a 'supersub', scoring important goals in the Scottish Cup ties against Aberdeen and Gretna, the CIS Cup Semi Final against St Johnstone, and two goals in the CIS Cup Final victory. Steven Fletcher also scored two goals in the CIS Cup Final and one goal in the CIS Cup Semi Final.

Several youngsters were given their first opportunities in the Hibs first team by John Collins. These included 20-year-old goalkeeper Andrew McNeil, 19-year-old right back Kevin McCann and 18-year-old left back / midfielder Lewis Stevenson. Midfielder Sean Lynch made his debut aged 20 against Gretna and then followed that up by keeping his place in the starting line up against Celtic at Parkhead.[7]

Ross Campbell, Dermot McCaffrey, Ross Chisholm and Damon Gray (who scored on his league debut at Pittodrie) also featured. Some of these opportunities were because Collins has had to balance a relatively small squad with a heavy workload due to the two extended cup runs, but most of the young players performed creditably.

Player stats

During the 2007–08 season, Hibs used 32 different players in competitive games. The table below shows the number of appearances and goals scored by each player.[8] |}

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[2] Proctor takes over at Livingston, BBC Sport, 22 May 2007.

[3] Hibs lose youth chief to Celtic, BBC Sport, 23 January 2007.

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title: 2006–07 Hibernian F.C. season

question: Summarize everything to do with the Hibernian cup runs in the 2006-7 season.

answer: The Hibernain won their early matches in the Scottish League Cup, and ended up beating Kilmarnock on March 18, 2007. Because of this, the Hibs won the CIS Cup, their first major trophy since the 1991-92 season. The Hibs then won their early games in the Scottish cup, but on April 15, 2007 they lost in a replay game during the semi-finals. They won sixth place for the Scottish Cup.

question: Summarize the conflict between the players and management of Hibernian.

answer: Early in the 2006-7 season, several members of Hibernian's management left for other clubs, and John Collins was appointed as manager. Many of the Hibs players criticized Collin's management style, and they went to the team's chairman to try and get Collins replaced. Eventually, the club captain apologized, and the situation was resolved.

question: Summarize the Hibernian player changes that happened during the 2006-7 season.

answer: 32 different players plaid for Hibernian during the 2006-7 season. Several young players gained their reputations during the season. Tony Mowbray made significant changes to the team before he left his post. The Hibernian's top goalscorer was injured, so new manager John Collins brought in a short term replacement. The highest profile transfers were Kevin Thomson and Scott Brown. Thomson left for the Rangers for £2M, and Brown was sold to Celtic for £4.4M.


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The only sound I could hear was Mr. Windber’s oxfords clopping off the cobblestone. It’s odd that out of  hundreds of morphing voices and sirens, that those shoes were the one noise I could understand. Police and the public were rushing around and they were pulling Sammy into an ambulance. I was sitting beside a pool of his blood as the paramedics yelled
“He’s awake, get the stretcher!”
I noticed that my pants were wet, from what I eventually deducted was urine and in the back, it’s disgusting counterpart. As I was being loaded into the back of the ambulance I remembered what happened. Sam and I had snuck out of his house to smoke cigars and drink beer. It was something that had actually become quite routine, and his father never could tell when we snagged two of each. Anyway, we went down to our usual spot underneath the Brighton Pier and had a smoke, except this time we weren’t by ourselves. Three men dressed in trench coats were standing in the shadows smoking cigarettes. We took no notice of it, figuring they were just guys like us, getting away from nagging superiors and trying to enjoy the slap of the ocean water on the rocks. We both lit up and began talking about the Betties we were chasing, and the teachers that we would give almost anything to kick in the teeth. In a moment of silence we heard something, it was stones dragging underneath running feet; the running feet of the coated men. Before we could even think, our flight instincts took over and we went at the limits of our speed. I remember feeling my cigar burn my forearm as I took off into the pitch black night. Sammy and I were side by side when we got to the road, and even though our lungs were burning we continued on as fast as we could. The police station was only four blocks away and there was no doubt in my mind that we would make it. That was until I heard the gunshot. Sammy shrieked and fell to the ground I looked back  and saw him laying there crying. I rushed to pick him up, but when I tried to wrap my hands around his body, they just slipped off and Sammy’s head smacked off of the ground. I bent down to grasp him once more, but before I even touched him I felt the most horrible sting in the middle of my back, and it took me to my knees. Paralyzed with fear, I waited felt two more stings and some type of warm liquid cascading down my back before I blacked out.

The faint beeping of my heart monitor brought me out of an uncomfortable sleep, Mr. Windber stood by my side holding Sammy’s football jacket as though it was all he had left of his son.

“Your parents are flying in tomorrow.” he choked out before leaving the room.

So there I lay, wondering if Sammy was okay, even though in my mind I was fully aware that he had to be dead. I can’t say I was excited to see my parents mainly because I didn’t want to see anyone, especially the doctor, who just so happened to be walking through the door at that particular moment.

“Glad to see you’re awake, buddy.” The doctor said “We honestly didn’t know if you would make it, but we’re glad to see you did.”

“Well, thanks, I guess,” I started. “How is Sammy?”

“This is going to be hard to hear. Your friend is deep in a coma,” was all I understood from the doctor. After those words, I was shocked. I wanted to cry but I couldn’t, I wanted to run away, but I couldn’t.

“And, there is one more thing I need to tell you.” The doctor said, his face even more solemn then before.

“What is it?” I mumbled.

“When you got stabbed, the knife severed your spine, you’re now paralyzed from the waist down. Unfortunately there isn’t anything we can do that would restore your ability to walk.” He said to me.

I was shocked. I never imagined something like this happening to me. What did I do to deserve this? What did Sammy do? I didn’t even notice the doctor leave as I lay empty.

I’m not too sure how much time passed before the door opened again. I expected my parents to come running in but instead it was someone I had never seen before. A tall man dressed in a tailcoat, top hat, and monocle. He was a very classy looking gentleman, and I was confused as to why he was in my room.

“Uh, I think you might have the wrong room,” I stammered.

“Ah no, I’m here to see you, Jude Clayton,” the odd man smirked.

I was immediately struck with fear, he had to be associated with those gangsters who had attacked me. I reached for the panic button, and of course I couldn’t run because my bloody legs wouldn’t move. It was then that I decided that I would rather be dead than live with all that had happened for the rest of my life, so I shut my eyes and waited to feel another familiar sting, or maybe if I was lucky a bullet. But I felt nothing. I was confused, so I slowly opened my eyes to see what was going on. The room was in the same state as before, except now the gentleman was sitting in a visitor’s chair trying not to laugh at me.

“I’m here to help you, mate,” he said “It might sound crazy, but I know everything that happened to you, and I know just what I can do to help.”

“No, no. I don’t want to be involved in this gang rubbish.” I told him. “I’d appreciate it if you leave.”

 “I never said anything about gangs, I’m talking about magic,” he said with a smile.

 “You mean like, wizard magic? You can’t be serious,” I said.

“Ah, but you’re wrong!” the man started. “I am a genie, you know what those are, 	right?”

“Of course I do, I just don’t believe you,” I stated reluctantly.

“Well, how do you explain that remote disappearing? he asked me.

“It probably got knocked off the table when the doctor left. I mean, it’s not like I can get up and check myself, and even if you were to look under the bed, how can I trust that you would get it.” I knew I had him beat.

He would put his hat back on and walk right out that door, and I could just be alone.

“Okay, make a wish then. You have three. If i doesn’t happen right away I’ll walk out and leave you alone. How does that sound.”

I laid there, interested and wondering whether or not I should take this man up on his offer.

“Fine. I wish I could walk again,” I said.

The gentleman snapped his fingers and the doctor cam walking through the door.

“It seems as though we mixed up your test results, your legs are going to be fine. It’ll take a few months, but you’ll be walking eventually,” the doctor said with a smile.

I was utterly shocked. Who was this man? How could he do that? Before I could come up with any more questions, there was a knock on the door.  My parents came walking in, crying as soon as they saw me. The doctor proceeded to inform them of my condition, as well as Sammy’s, and how long I would be in the hospital. It was nice to see my mum and dad. It had been a few months since they had flown to Scotland for their studies. Which I knew they were going to have to return to soon. When they were done with the doctor, they came to me, kissed me on the forehead and we talked about what had happened. Eventually after that topic was exhausted we caught up, exchanged stories, and had a laugh.

“I’m so sorry honey, but we have to leave tomorrow morning to finalize some information with our bosses, but we will be back by next Tuesday,” they promised.

We made the most of the time we had together until I eventually fell asleep. I woke up the next day to a partially empty room.

“By gum, it took them long enough to get out of here.” the gentleman said as he smoked a pipe in the rigid hospital chair to the right of my bed.

“Those were my parents, cut them some slack.” I joked. I started to like this guy, after all, he did make it so I could walk again.

“Well, have you thought of any other wishes yet, mate?” he asked me.

“Yes I have. I was wondering if you would be able to bring Sammy out of his coma.”

“Finally! I thought that would have been your first wish,” he told me.

He snapped his fingers again, and I sat and waited for Sammy to waltz into my room. There was nothing, until over the loudspeaker I heard a woman say,

“Doctor O’Leary to Sammy Windber’s room.”

My heart skipped a beat.

“What did you do to him?” I shouted, “I swear to God if you killed him!”

Ten minutes later, my doctor came back into my room.

“Jude, Sammy is stable. We’re finalizing some tests to make sure everything is okay, but we’re sending an orderly to take you over to visit him,” my doctor told me.

In that moment, I was so excited I could barely contain it. I forgot about all of the terrible events that had transpired and I felt in my heart that everything was going to be okay.

I convinced the doctors to let Sammy and me share a room, and although he didn’t talk much it was nice to have him close by. As I sat there in silence, I remembered that I had one wish left, and I knew exactly what I was going to do with it. Those evil men who had hurt us were going to pay. I simply waited for the gentleman’s return.

“Have you figured out your final wish?” I heard the gentleman whisper.

“Yes I have. I want those guys who jumped me to pay for what they did. I want them dead,” I told him.

The man said nothing. He left the room and I knew I would never see him again. So I laid back in my bed, shut my eyes and went to sleep.

I was once again awoken by the clopping of Mr. Windber’s oxfords, and I was once again full of dread. I had no clue why; Sammy was okay, I was okay, and  those men were dealt with. I opened my eyes and he was sitting at the foot of my bed.

“I- I’m so sorry, Jude. Your parents died on the plane ride back to Scotland. Their plane was struck by lightning and it went down in the Channel. The police believe that the men who attacked you were on that flight as well.”

He hugged me and left the room, leaving me in silence. I didn’t know what to think. So much had changed in the past three days, and I didn’t know what I was going to do about any of it. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to continue living my life. What I knew right then was that if that man had never come into my room, I might still have my parents. I knew there was no way I could change it now, and for that I hated myself.

title: A Gentleman's Gift

question: What does the story say about the name of the gang that attacked Jude and Sammy?

question: What does the story say about the relationship between Jude and Sammy?

answer: Jude and Sammy are best friends and super close. They always sneak out to smoke cigars and drink beer pilfered from Sammy's dad underneath Brighton Pier. They often talked about the Betties they were chasing and the teachers they disliked. Jude was crestfallen when he heard that Sammy ended up in a coma. One of Jude's wishes to the genie was to bring Sammy out of his coma. Jude was so excited the wish worked that he forgot all about the terrible events that happened to them, and even convinced the doctors to let him and Sammy share a room because it was nice to have his friend close by.

question: Summarize what happened to Jude and Sammy at the Brighton Pier.

answer: Jude and Sammy were having a smoke at their usual sport underneath Brighton Bridge when three men dressed in trench coats, supposedly gang members, chased after them. Jude and Sammy ran as fast as they could to the police station four blocks away, but Sammy was shot in the back and fell. Jude tried to pull him up, but his hand kept on slipping due to all the blood. Jude then gets stabbed three times from behind and he passes out. He woke up in a pool of blood and found that he inadvertently pissed and shit his pants. The knife attack severed Jude's spine and he's now paralyzed from the waist down, while Sammy almost didn't make it and is in a coma. The doctor said Jude may never walk again.

question: What does the story say about the mysterious man who visited Jude in the hospital?

answer: The mysterious man was dressed in a tailcoat, top hat, and monocle, looking like a classy gentleman. He knew who Jude was and how he ended up in the hospital, revealing himself as being a genie who could grant him three wishes by using magic. Jude didn't believe the man, so he made the panic button remote disappear. The genie told Jude that he had three wishes, and if it doesn't happen, he will leave Jude alone.

question: What are the consequences of the three wishes Jude made?

answer: Jude's first wish was for him to be able to walk again, and it came true. The doctor said it will take a few months, but he'll be walking again eventually. His second wish was to bring Sammy out of his coma. Again, it worked, and Jude was informed of the good news by the doctor. Jude's third wish was for the three gang members to die as payment for what they did to him and Sammy. Again, his wish came true, but with the extreme consequence of his parents being on the same airplane as the three men when it crashed. As a result, Jude didn't know if he would be able to continue living and hated himself for not being able to change anything.

question: What does the story say about Jude's family and his relationship with them?

answer: Jude's mom and dad flew to Scotland for their studies and have been there for a few months. They had to go back to work but promised to be back after a few days. It appears they are close and have a good relationship despite them leaving Jude behind. Jude's parents died on the flight back to Scotland when the aircraft got hit by lightning and went down in the Channel - a consequence of Jude's last wish for his assailants to die.


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I could feel myself coming to in the small windowless cell. There were thin beams of weedy yellow light coughing out of the failing halogens. A bullet proof glass door showed my slowly waking eyes two vague humanoid forms. I glanced up at my belt hanging from the top of the upturned bed- it was torn in half from where it had snapped after presumably many hours holding my weight. The noose was still around my neck. As I waited for my legs to wake up I listened to the two figures familiar conversation.
“I still seems barbaric to me. Look at him he wants to go why do we keep bringing him back?”
“The judge said 137 years. He’s only done 10.”
“You’re more robotic than the engine Gary. So how many resurrections is that?”
“That’s the third this year. Okay belts are officially banned in this place. Also the autopsy found traces of an unknown toxin. We need to monitor the prisoners for possible new drug supplies. Wait he’s coming to.”
The second figure pressed a button and there was a click noise in my cell that made my ears ring.
“Prisoner 5107. Can you hear me?”
My throat was dry and rough but I had to respond or they’d try a Post-Res detox and my bowels wouldn’t handle it in their current state.
“Y-Yes I can hear you Doctor.”
“Now 5107 you have to stop doing this every resurrection sends more bills to your next of kin you know that right?”
I let out an almighty string of coughs as my lungs cleared of nanomachine gel.
“I don’t have anyone…”
“Oh.”
“Just let me die! Please!”
The desperation left a lump in my throat. The second figure switched to a faux-warmth that left me deeply unnerved.
“Oh now I hate to put you through this but what you did was truly terrible and you must serve your sentence. Until your body shuts down due to old age we cannot allow you to slip away with a mere ten years- what sort of just society would that be? Now get up there serving lunch in ten minutes.”
“I didn’t do anything please let me out of here!”
I struggled to hold on to mind as the swirling chemicals still left in my blood left me dizzy and sick with panic from an unknown source. I lay there bawling as the two scientists walked away. The first spoke again- with less brashness than before.
“What did he do to end up here anyway?”
“He killed his twin brother and the brother’s wife and kids. Destroyed his body so completely we never found it.”

title: [SF] Science Fiction Horror Short Story "The Lazarus Engine" from my blog feedback appreciated

question: How do the guards address the narrator?

answer: The guards call the narrator Prisoner 5107.

question: Why do the guards need to look out for new drug suppliers?

answer: The guards found unknown toxin traces in the narrator.

question: What does the narrator want?

answer: The narrator wants to die.

question: What crimes has the narrator been accused of?

answer: The narrator has been accused of killing his twin brother and his family.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator wakes up in a cell, overhearing a conversation between two people outside. The people give him a Post-Res talking to, and the narrator just wants to die.


text:
PALMIRA PAOLA LOAYZA RODRÍGUEZ (born 24 March 1985) is a Bolivian futsal player and a footballer who played as a forward for the Bolivia women's national team.

International career

Loayza represented Bolivia at the 2004 South American U-19 Women's Championship. At senior level, she played the 2010 South American Women's Football Championship and the 2014 South American Games.

International goals

_Scores and results list Bolivia's goal tally first_

  No.   Date               Venue                                  Opponent   Score   Result   Competition
  ----- ------------------ -------------------------------------- ---------- ------- -------- ---------------------------------------------------
  1     10 November 2010   Estadio Bellavista, Ambato, Ecuador               1–0     3–4      2010 South American Women's Football Championship
  2     12 November 2010   Estadio La Cocha, Latacunga, Ecuador              1–1     2–1
  3     2–1

title: Palmira Loayza

question: Who is Palmira Paola Loayza Rodríguez?

answer: a Bolivian futsal player and footballer

question: What position does Palmira Paola Loayza Rodríguez play?

answer: forward

question: What team does Palmira Paola Loayza Rodríguez play for?

answer: Bolivia women's national team

question: When was Palmira Paola Loayza Rodríguez born?

answer: 24 March 1985

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Palmira Paola Loayza Rodríguez is a Bolivian futsal player and footballer.


text:
You might think this is a normal day with a normal routine, but I can't stop thinking about last night. She was amazing. It took me back a bit thinking about the smell of her hair as it wafted through the room, and the sound of her laugh as she giggled at my terrible jokes. I feigned disinterest as to not appear desperate, but I thought she was perfect. I don't know why I can't get her off my mind today.

My breakfast was rather uneventful as I walked into Mary's Dine & Dash and sat down at my usual spot with my usual fixings waiting for me. Jenna knew I was always in exactly at 8:25AM on the dot and she knew how to keep a customer happy. I didn't see her in the diner today which struck me as a bit odd. I figured she must have gotten busy and had to step out for a few minutes and that I would wait for her to get back so we could have are usual discussion about how I should be watching this new amazing show that I had never heard of because of this that or the other spoiler that she felt like dropping in my lap that morning. No one seemed to take notice of me at the counter to clear my plate away after I finished. I chalked it up to the busier than normal morning and sat for a few more minutes waiting on Jenna. The time was approaching 8:50 so I had to be on my way unfortunately missing Jenna this morning. I left a larger than normal tip hoping that if she was having a difficult morning that a little extra cash may irk out a smile on her face and put her back in a lovely mood. Her father had been recently moved into a retirement community so I felt that she must still be stressed about finances. I yelled back to Laurence, "Tell Jenna I said I missed her this morning and I was sorry I had to head out before she got back". No reply back from Ren as I walked out the door.

I couldn't help but shake the strange feeling lingering about in my mind as I slipped back into thinking about last night. Her red lingerie and ruby lipstick were such perfect accents to her shoulder length strawberry blonde hair. I can't help but feel that I should text her, but what would I even say to her? "Sorry, I was trying to act uninterested to stop myself from groping you until the sun rose" I chuckled to myself slightly as I remembered my friends advice about inappropriate comments. Laura was an absolute bombshell babe and I still can't believe that she even gave me the time of day at the bar. I sure was one lucky guy last night.

"Jake you're five minutes late. Get your ass in here already." Yelled my boss. Sure glad he didn't see me sneak in behind Jake. I wasn't in the mindset to get yelled at by anyone. No one could disrupt this feeling of pure bliss surrounding me today. I must have been in a heavenly daze for most of the morning because no one stopped by for their report deadlines or time sheets. At least I hope they didn't stop by and ignore me due to my glazed over eyes and grin on my face. I really do have a problem today. Taking a walk down stairs to grab a cup of coffee should help bring me back into the moment.

Lunch was what I'd come to expect from the cafeteria. No one talked and all the motions were very automated. "Next please" repeated over and over while people shuffled through the line. It was almost melodic with the various noises of everyone's shoes smacking the linoleum floor. Unfortunately nothing looked appetizing today as I strolled through the sandwich section. Normally I pick up a chicken salad sandwich with a grape cup side, but today nothing looked all that appealing. I guess I'm still full from breakfast. I walked around the lobby for a little bit admiring the plastic assortment of potted plants and overly shiny plaques with minor accomplishments listed for the employees to pass the time.

An idea popped into my head walking around. I have to call Laura even if I come off as desperate, because lets face it, I am. I sent her a text after she didn't pick up asking if she would be available to meet me at my house later to grab some coffee. The rest of the day flew by with little effort on my part. I am going to be incredibly busy tomorrow trying to catch up with everything I missed today. I should be fine as long as no one pulls up a report from last Friday. One slacker day shouldn't be an issue I thought. The end of the work day arrived and I still had not heard back from her breaking my confidence a bit. I knew I shouldn't have contacted her so soon is the only thing that crossed my mind as I walked home.

I saw a couple of my neighbors on the way home leaving our apartment building. They seemed very busy because neither even looked up at me as I walked past them into the entry way. They didn't seem nearly as happy as they normally are which I found a little weird. I hope nothing happened to them. My neighbors are such great people generally, but today they just seemed a little to dreary. I proceeded up the stair well into my hall way to be abruptly met by yellow police tape and 4 officers talking to my neighbors. I scream, "holy fuck what happened!" No one even flinched at me yelling down the hallway.

Needless to say I am rather frantic at this point that I can't imagine what was stolen from me while I was at work. I get closer to the cops and try to interject, "What happened" to no reply. I throw my arms up in disgust as I walk into my apartment. Everything looks to be in order. My television is on from last night which I swore I turned off, but I guess it completely slipped my mind. Kenny Wilson was discussing the top headlines and briefly showed pictures of a "Murder that rocked the block" when I noticed that they have pictures of what appears to be my room with a blue body bag on the floor. The only thing that crossed my mind in that moment was that I didn't kill her. My heart sank and I realized I didn't have an alibi for where I was last nigh. I walked into my room to see if this is all a bad dream.

There's the blood all over the sheets. There are the little yellow evidence markers everywhere. My life is over. No jury is ever going to believe that I didn't kill Laura. She was too beautiful, and I am far to average. Who am I kidding I am below average on a good day. I collapsed on my bed and began to cry uncontrollably at the tragic loss of Laura and the inevitable incarceration of myself became a reality.

I heard footsteps leading back to my room so I tried to compose myself a little bit and get myself ready for the harsh reality of prison. "This is where you found the body?" the police officer said. I couldn't see who the officer was talking to, but whoever it was must be rather petite. "Yes" and then loud sobbing began to emanate from around the corner. "Clara is that you?" I asked. There was no response again from the officer or the person crying. "I just saw him yesterday at our parents house, and everything was fine" said a young woman. That's definitely Clara and I can't take the suspense anymore. "Nothing has changed since yesterday Clara. Everything is still fine". Still they are completely ignoring me like I am the scum of the Earth for killing Laura. I would be scum if I committed such a horrible crime. I don't blame them for ignoring me.

I hear my parent's voices crack through the house as they yell out to Clara in the hallway. In unison all three begin crying. I feel like shit at this point because they all know exactly what this looks like. I killed a beautiful young woman in some fit of psycho rage or whatever the lawyers will say as they hang me in front of a jury. I am about to ruin my parents lives and my sisters life all because I have no alibi.

Mom let out a whimper I could barely hear, "He was too young to die". Too young? He? This doesn't make sense there wasn't a guy who died in here. I am not gay no matter how much Matt wishes I was. I really wish he'd stop telling my parents he'd drag me out of his closet. That's beside the point here. Who died in my room then? This isn't making sense anymore. "I'm going to miss Justin to much" said Clara. "I know sweety, he was a good brother to you" whimpered my mom. This is just too weird. "Hey mom, dad, Clara I am right here. What kind of sick joke are you playing on me?" Again no response. I go for a Wet Willy on Clara. As soon as my hand reaches her ear it poofs into some sort of smoke. I pull back my hand instantly to have it immediately reform. I attempt to ruffle my sisters frizzy hair. Again my hand fizzles out and reappears as I move it away. This is getting a little too weird for me.

After listening to their conversation a little longer the harsh realization that they are talking about me finally sets in. With a forceful harrumph, "I'm dead aren't I". A voice from behind me said, "Yes darling, you are." I went to turn around and no one was there. "You can hear me? What happened?" I said with a bit of panic in my voice. "You're dead silly, your body broke when a knife went through your skull.", said the disembodied voice. "That's really unfortunate for me I guess. At least I don't have to worry about that whole prison thing anymore". "You're right about that." , said the voice as a dark shadow began to appear in front of me. "What's next?" I asked unabashedly. "Jump" was the last word I heard from the strange voice before I was enveloped by the darkness.

I don't know where I am, and I don't really know what I am now. The one thing that I do know is that someone sure does need to turn on the lights. Just as I thought about lights a small pin point of light flows through an opening on a wall. I turned around to see a projection of what appeared to be my birth on the wall. My parents look and sound so happy to have me. The exact opposite of the moment I just experienced before the shadow. "Enjoy the show" echoed through the room as a highlight real of my life began playing before me.

title: [MF] "A Day for the Life of Me". Wrote this from /r/writingprompts. Hope you Enjoy. First time contributing.

question: What does the story say about the differences between Jenna and Laura?

answer: The narrator knows Jenna from the diner he frequents. She always has his food ready for him and talks to him in a friendly way. The narrator seems to really like talking to Jenna. The narrator met Laura at a bar, and she is described as a very attractive strawberry blonde woman. The narrator seems to care for Jenna but is mostly attracted physically to Laura and wants to see her again for that reason.

question: What is a main theme throughout the story?

answer: A main theme in the story is that the narrator keeps being ignored by people who usually notice and interact with him. First, it's the people at the diner. Then, the people at work, at his apartment complex, then his own family. He thinks the other people are just having off days, or that he may not be noticing as much because he got lucky the night before, or that people are ignoring him because they think he's guilty of murder.

question: What does the text say about the person who killed Justin?


text:
[Road to Castle Gap between Crane and McCamey, Texas]

[Graves at Crane County Cemetery off U.S. Route 385]

CRANE COUNTY is a county located in the U.S. state of Texas. As of the 2010 census, its population was 4,375.[1] The county seat is Crane.[2] The county was created in 1887 and later organized in 1927.[3] It was named for William Carey Crane, a president of Southern Baptist-affiliated Baylor University in Waco, Texas.

History

Native Americans

Indigenous peoples were the first inhabitants of the area. Later Indian tribes included Comanches, Lipan Apache, and Kiowa.[4]

County establishment and growth

Crane County was formed in 1887 from Tom Green County, and named after William Carey Crane, former president of Baylor University. Settlement came years later, and the county was not organized until 1927. In 1900, the United States census enumerated only 51 people and 12 ranches in the county. As late as 1918, the county had no roads.[5]

Church and Fields Exploration Company obtained a permit late in 1925 to drill for oil. The first well came in March 1926.[6]

By 1927, an estimated 6,000 people were in the county, with 4,500 of them within the city of Crane.[7] Water was trucked in and brought from $1.00 to $2.25 a barrel, though at times the rates could be as high as $5.00 a barrel. A barrel of drinking water would typically last a month if used judiciously, and barrels of nonpotable water were available for cleaning and washing purposes. Crane City was incorporated in the early 1930s, and with that came state funds for the building of a city water system. At the same time, the Texas Rangers were working to clean up oil towns, and the population in Crane began to include more families. As such, numerous raids by law enforcement closed the red light district centered on Alford Street. By the beginning of 1991, almost of oil had been produced in the county since discovery in 1926.

County history is preserved in the Museum of the Desert Southwest, which opened in Crane in 1980.

Geography

According to the U.S. Census Bureau, the county has a total area of , of which are land and (0.08%) is covered by water.[8]

Between Crane and McCamey in neighboring Upton County, a division of the surrounding cliffs is known as Castle Gap, a break in a mesa some 12 miles east of the Pecos River, used by Comanches, emigrants headed to the California Gold Rush, and cattlemen driving Longhorns on the Goodnight-Loving Trail, as explained in Patrick Dearen's _Castle Gap and the Pecos Frontier_ (2000).[9] It is also the alleged location of Emperor Maximilian I of Mexico's buried treasure.[10]

Major highways

-   [] U.S. Highway 385
-   [] State Highway 329

Adjacent counties

-   Ector County (north)
-   Upton County (east)
-   Crockett County (southeast)
-   Pecos County (south)
-   Ward County (west)

Demographics

As of the census[11] of 2000, 3,996 people, 1,360 households, and 1,082 families resided in the county. The population density was five people per square mile (2/km²). The 1,596 housing units averaged two per square mile (1/km²). The racial makeup of the county was 73.70% White, 2.90% Black or African American, 0.98% Native American, 0.35%, 19.49% from other races, and 2.58% from two or more races. About 43.87% of the population were Hispanic/Latino of any race.

Of the 1,360 households, 43.40% had children under the age of 18 living with them, 67.80% were married couples living together, 7.90% had a female householder with no husband present, and 20.40% were not families. About 18.80% of all households were made up of individuals, and 9.50% had someone living alone who was 65 years of age or older. The average household size was 2.91, and the average family size was 3.35.

In the county, the population was distributed as 31.90% under the age of 18, 7.70% from 18 to 24, 26.90% from 25 to 44, 22.60% from 45 to 64, and 10.90% who were 65 years of age or older. The median age was 34 years. For every 100 females, there were 94.80 males. For every 100 females age 18 and over, there were 90.50 males.

The median income for a household in the county was $32,194, and for a family was $36,820. Males had a median income of $33,438 versus $16,806 for females. The per capita income for the county was $15,374. About 12.40% of families and 13.40% of the population were below the poverty line, including 15.30% of those under age 18 and 10.50% of those age 65 or over.

Economy

The largest segment of the local economy is oil and gas production. The Waddell Ranch contains the single biggest portion of the Permian Basin Royalty Trust, with over 800 producing oil wells as of 2007. Crane County is one of the largest oil-producing counties in Texas, with a total of of oil pumped since oil was first discovered there. Cattle ranching and local government are other large employers; over of land are used for livestock grazing.[12]

Communities

City

-   Crane (county seat)

Unincorporated community

-   Tubbs Corner

Politics

Crane County has been dominated by the Republican Party since 1972.

  Year                               Republican                                  Democratic                                Third parties
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  style=“text-align:center;” |2016   style=“text-align:center;” |75.8% _1,049_   style=“text-align:center;” |21.6% _299_   2.6% _36_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2012   style=“text-align:center;” |76.8% _985_     style=“text-align:center;” |21.4% _275_   1.8% _23_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2008   style=“text-align:center;” |77.0% _1,119_   style=“text-align:center;” |21.9% _319_   1.1% _16_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2004   style=“text-align:center;” |83.5% _1,314_   style=“text-align:center;” |16.1% _254_   0.4% _6_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2000   style=“text-align:center;” |75.3% _1,246_   style=“text-align:center;” |23.4% _387_   1.3% _21_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1996   style=“text-align:center;” |54.2% _984_     style=“text-align:center;” |33.9% _616_   11.8% _215_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1992   style=“text-align:center;” |49.8% _918_     style=“text-align:center;” |27.9% _514_   22.4% _413_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1988   style=“text-align:center;” |67.1% _1,219_   style=“text-align:center;” |32.8% _596_   0.2% _3_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1984   style=“text-align:center;” |78.6% _1,473_   style=“text-align:center;” |20.9% _392_   0.5% _9_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1980   style=“text-align:center;” |67.2% _1,310_   style=“text-align:center;” |31.1% _607_   1.7% _34_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1976   style=“text-align:center;” |57.3% _963_     style=“text-align:center;” |39.5% _664_   3.2% _53_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1972   style=“text-align:center;” |73.8% _1,123_   style=“text-align:center;” |22.9% _349_   3.3% _50_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1968   style=“text-align:center;” |29.0% _493_     style=“text-align:center;” |29.2% _498_   41.8% _712_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1964   style=“text-align:center;” |40.9% _637_     style=“text-align:center;” |59.0% _919_   0.2% _3_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1960   style=“text-align:center;” |43.2% _678_     style=“text-align:center;” |54.1% _848_   2.7% _42_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1956   style=“text-align:center;” |46.4% _626_     style=“text-align:center;” |52.5% _707_   1.1% _15_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1952   style=“text-align:center;” |41.7% _621_     style=“text-align:center;” |57.6% _857_   0.7% _10_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1948   style=“text-align:center;” |7.6% _70_       style=“text-align:center;” |88.2% _812_   4.2% _39_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1944   style=“text-align:center;” |9.1% _58_       style=“text-align:center;” |86.4% _552_   4.5% _29_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1940   style=“text-align:center;” |7.7% _68_       style=“text-align:center;” |92.2% _815_   0.1% _1_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1936   style=“text-align:center;” |3.9% _25_       style=“text-align:center;” |96.1% _622_   style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1932   style=“text-align:center;” |8.2% _37_       style=“text-align:center;” |91.6% _416_   0.2% _1_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1928   style=“text-align:center;” |44.4% _127_     style=“text-align:center;” |55.6% _159_   style="text-align:center;|

  : PRESIDENTIAL ELECTIONS RESULTS[13]

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title: Crane County, Texas

question: What is the purpose of the article?

answer: To provide the reader with factual information regarding the county of Crane County, Texas. This information can then be used as a reference for other purposes as a basis for research on it's population or economy.

question: By 2018, how much of Crane County's population would be from the ages of 18 to 36?

answer: While an exact answer is hard to determine due to the only statistic being a survey held in the year 2000, it can be said that at least 1,270 (approximately 31% of 3,996) of the population would be between 18 too 36 by the year 2018.