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I saw the exact moment in which the cashier started pretending to scrutinize my driver’s license in the hope that this contrived act showed some kind of polite forethought delaying the rejection soon to come. Knowing beforehand that her next words would be “I’m sorry…”, the license felt flimsier than usual as she spoke them and returned it to me. Yet I didn’t take it from her completely, and for a few seconds we were grasping the card together.

“We don’t take vertical ID’s.”

Blinking with registration but still composed, I rotated the license upon the axis formed by her thumb-and-fingertip pinch on the card, turning it to a landscape orientation and hoping that my mouth was shaped less sarcastically than I imagined it to be.

“There we go,” I managed to say. “Horizontal ID right there.”

A brief sense of genuine amusement soon dissolved into defensive indignation, partially activated by the adolescentizing embarrassment of being turned down at a liquor store, but also by the Reader's Digest-educated “knowing glances” directed at me and my friend by some harried mother waiting to buy bad wine behind us.

During my feeble attempt at levity, my friend was already returning his own vertical ID to his wallet, doing this with a laughable appearance of duty.

“Ok.” He said this with an eager friendliness that I found repulsive and unsettling.

“Ok.” The second utterance of the inanity struggled to sound laid-back, but was just as uninquisitively obedient as the first.

I sincerely liked this guy, but the flaccid dumbness of his reaction disgusted me utterly. Pathetically, this wine store cashier was some kind of authority figure to him, before whom you were entitled to meekly bare your humble head, shifting unconfidently your weight between equally weak legs, performing your best accidental Jack Lemmon impression and saying with cheery strain “ok ok” like some obsequious eunuch.

I could tell that the presence of the bad wine mom, whose final object of lust before menopause I idly predicted would be some fantasy combination of Michael Buble and Ryan Seacrest, had pressured him into making his act of deference as obvious as possible. I cross-referenced this with another look at the woman, who was now just apathetically texting.

Attempting to divert my growing irritation into something inconsequential, I rather forcefully checked my watch without actually looking at the time, but my wrist was bent in an undesirable position with my fingers curled into an incomplete fist which only further upset me. Meanwhile, the cashier had been ignoring my joke and calling over her manager, an ex-mechanic looking guy who had probably dropped acid at a Grateful Dead concert about a half-century ago, and from whom I had quite legally bought alcohol before.

He recognized me but pretended not to, likely preferring to keep the premise of this encounter as single-minded as possible.

The cashier debriefed him with useless jargon. “We’ve got two verticals.”

“State law, fellas. We can’t take ‘em.” This was spoken with some sympathy, so I tried to avoid being an ass right away. “Came into effect this month.”

“Well, my ID is from another state. How can state legislation here apply to documentation issued outside of state jurisdiction?”

“This store is in the state jurisdiction; the law applies to this store.” He seemed mildly put off by the semi-intelligence of my question.

“Ok.” Not me. “Ok.” Not me.

“But what does this law even accomplish? What…”

The manager emitted a sigh which was belatedly masked as a cough, his stance directed in a manner which suggested an intention to walk away within the next half minute.

“IDs issued before age 21 are oriented vertically; the law stops these IDs from being handed down to underagers and used when the original holder gets their first horizontal.”

Basically, think of the children: that chief concern of farm-league politicians being rectally pegged by church ladies everywhere.

“But you acknowledge that this card correctly states my age?”

“Look.” He winged his arms out gently, as one pressing through an airplane aisle, slipping through the invisible gaps in my question. “What can I do? It’s just the law.”

He had just admitted that he was powerless, that he wasn’t really denying me anything, indeed that he couldn't, that he had no say in this decision he was previously pretending to make, that his Grateful Ass was being transitively fucked by remote church ladies with telekinetic town hall strap-ons.

I made some kind of mixed noise that expressed both my listless desire to prolong this futile discourse and my frantic urge to end it immediately, my detachable middle fingers and erect penis pyrotechnically launching upward like Saturn V rockets while my hair is ejected from its follicles as a defense mechanism against the now-menopausal mom, who has long since drunk her entire bottle of horrible moscato and is sexting me uncontrollably with gratuitous emoticons and dick pics of her husband who she wants me to hear her complain about but my hair attack repels her sparing me from having unwanted but amazing in-store sex with her surprisingly good body which was probably out of my league at one point but it’s too late because I’ve already begun rapidly waving neon glow sticks at the manager giving him an acid flashback as the cashier girl hisses through the spitting image of her father's mouth causing him to punch my friend impressively hard in a gratifying location and allowing me to escape with my tonic water out the door labeled *enter* which they would never predict making me practically untraceable.

title: [HM] [SP] Your Time Matters To Us And We Appreciate Your Patience In Regards To This Shit

question: Summarize the narrator's situation with the IDs.

answer: The narrator handed their driving license to the cashier while knowing that she would reject it soon. She eventually returned the license to the narrator by saying that they don't accept vertical IDs. The narrator, in return, gave their ID to the cashier in horizontal orientation but knew that they won't get liquor from the store as they're underage.

question: Summarize the narrator's feelings.

answer: The narrator is irritated with his friend as he's agreeing with everything the cashier is saying. He's also irritated with the fact that the store manager doesn't accept their ID cards as they're underage. He tries to cross-question the store manager but to no avail and finally decides to stop. He finally steals a tonic water bottle and runs away while the cashier punches his friend.

question: Summarize the narrator's school life.


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text: There once was a turkey. It got invited to a fancy party once. At this fancy party, this Turkey, named Ted, found something that changed his life forever. He found the buffet table. Or, more specifically, he found the shrimp on that table. This shrimp happened to be so good that it changed Ted's life forever. In Ted's mind, it was a positive change because it meant that he got to enjoy a food he really liked all the time. In his body however,  the change was bad. Mainly because he was a couch turkey. So of course, eating shrimp 24/7 with hardly any excercise, Ted slowly began gaining weight. This set off a series of events in Ted's life that would also change his life forever. The first of these events was directly correlated to his weight gain. Because of Ted's new weight, his gas mileage plummeted. Which means also that he had to buy more gas. Because of all the extra gas he was buying, the price of gas went up since resources were running out. Soon, Ted was practically bankrupt. Which meant that Ted could no longer afford to buy any more shrimp to eat. So Ted now had a rather large problem on his hands. He could either stop eating shrimp so that he could get more money and buy more gas, or he could keep eating whatever shrimp he could get and stay bankrupt and hardly ever eat shrimp. Both options were pretty gruesome to him. So he decided to get a second and third opinion. So he went and found two of his turkey friends. He asked them about his predicament, and together they brainstormed. Eventually, they came to a decision. They would teach Ted to swim so that instead of wasting gas, he could just use the energy from the shrimp to travel, and he would get skinnier in the bargain. But first, they had to find him a way to get money to buy the shrimp. So they brainstormed yet again. Soon, the brainstorm became a hurricane. This hurricane destroyed all the gas stations in the state, so their plan became even more necessary for Ted. But, during the eye of the storm, they finally came to a conclusion. They could teach Ted to swim and raise money in one stroke. They decided to hold a galactic undersea music festival and use the proceeds from that to start a fishing company that would catch the shrimp for Ted and also make him money to buy even more shrimp. But although the name of their fundraiser said galactic, they didn't expect any aliens to show up, since turkeys obviously don't believe in aliens. But as aliens always do, they noticed the advertisements for the Galactic Undersea Music Festival and decided to show up. They decided that they would finally announce their presence to the humans with the release of the new album "Aliens are Friends, not Martians". So they showed up to the fundraiser and caused quite a stir among humans and turkeys everywhere. By the time pretty much everyone had gotten the news about aliens, they had integrated themselves into the societies of Earth. This took about an hour, which is apparently how long it takes for people to accept the presence of aliens in their world. And of course, the fundraiser was wildly successful. So wildly successful in fact, that Ted was able to buy all the shrimp companies in the world. And the main indication of wild success of course was all the random wild animals that kept spontaneously appearing in Atlantis, the location of the fundraiser. So Ted decided to go thank the leader of the aliens. So he stepped into the tent that housed their leader. A few hours later, the alien leader emerged and presented the citizens of Earth a gift of thanks for their hospitality and acceptance. This gift was a turkey dinner. Henceforth, that day was officially known as Thanksgiving...

title: The True Thanksgiving

question: What was the turkey's favorite food?

answer: Shrimp.

question: How did the turkey go bankrupt?

answer: Because he was spending all his money on shrimp and gas.

question: Did he learn swimming?

answer: I believe so.

question: Did he manage to get more money to continue to eat shrimp?

answer: Yes, but he did not continue to eat shrimp as he was made into a meal by aliens.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: A turkey became dependent on shrimp. He wasted all his money on buying shrimp and gas so he went to his friends to help him come up with a plan to get more funds. They decided to throw a Galactic  Undersea Music Festival and hoped that no aliens would show up. The festival was very successful but aliens did show up, and they cooked the turkey and offered it to humans as a gift of hospitality.


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HEMET, Calif. (KABC) -- A parolee with a lengthy criminal record was shot and wounded by both residents of a home he was attempting to rob in Hemet, police said.

"The only way to stop them is to shoot them when they come in here," said Jeff Sagmeister.

Police say a man broke into a home in the 1700 block of South State Street after midnight Tuesday. Jeff and Von Sagmeister, residents of the home who are in their 70s, confronted the burglar, who was hiding in a bathroom.

"I just opened the door and boom! That's all it took, and he was on me right away," Jeff Sagmeister said.

As the two struggled, Von Sagmeister ran into the living room and grabbed her gun. All the while, her husband eventually got the upper hand.

"I shot him three or four times in the chest," he said.

But then the suspect lunged toward Von Sagmeister and hit her in the face, she said.

"When he got into the hallway, he knocked me into the heater there, and then she blasted him with the 357," Jeff Sagmeister said.

The intruder fled the home, police said. Officers responded and searched the area but were unable to locate the man.

A short time later, they learned of a person with gunshot wounds who was being treated at a hospital in Moreno Valley. He was transported to Riverside University Health System, and officers were able to link him to the burglary reported earlier.

Police identified the suspect as Dechawn Wallace, 27, of Moreno Valley. They said he has an extensive criminal history for violent crimes and is currently on parole for burglary.

Wallace was treated for multiple gunshot wounds that were determined to be non-life-threatening. He was arrested and booked into Riverside County Jail, facing charges of parole violation, home invasion robbery, burglary, elder abuse and assault.

Von Sagmeister has a large bruise on her face, while Jeff has bruises all over his body. But they're alive.

"The only message I want to get out is to see everyone arm up man, I really would," Jeff Sagmeister said.

"We would not be here speaking to you now if we had not had the protection," Von Sagmeister said.

Hemet Police Chief Rob Webb blamed the state for laws that allowed Wallace to be on the street with his criminal history.

"This is a case of good people being victimized by a subject who the State of California failed to keep locked up," Webb said. "It is totally unacceptable that decisions made at the state level continue to have a detrimental effect on our local communities."

Copyright © 2020 KABC-TV. All Rights Reserved.

question: Was the parolee arrested?

answer: Yes

question: Did the victims of the robbery get injured?

answer: Von Sagmeister, the wife, had a large bruise on her face. Jeff, the husband, had bruises all over his body.

question: What happened when the parolee got in the home?

answer: It's not clear what happened the whole time, but the residents of the home found him hiding in the bathroom. After their discovery, a struggled ensued between the parolee and the husband. The wife and husband of the house ended up shooting him.

question: Who is the parolee?

answer: The parolee was Dechawn Wallace. He had an extensive criminal history for violent crimes and was on parole for burglary.

question: What are the Hemet Police Chief's thoughts on the robbery?

answer: He sees this as a case of people being victimized by a subject who the State of California failed to keep locked up.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: This document discusses when a parolee, Dechawn Wallace, broke into the home of an elderly couple. The elderly couple was able to defend themselves, and shot Wallace several times. Wallace was eventually arrested.


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KWEKU AKWEI otherwise known by the name ISAAC LAMPTEY VANDERPUIJE was a Ghanaian politician. He was the member of parliament for the Ayawaso constituency from 1965 to 1966.[1] While in parliament, he was the head of the Parliamentary Disciplinary Control Committee. Prior to entering parliament, he was the head of party education for the Convention People's Party.[2]

Early life and education

Akwei was born on 10 February 1919 in Accra. After elementary education, he studied and obtained a Fellowship Diploma of the Corporation of Certified Secretaries ( F.C.C.S.). He also studied and obtained an Intermediate qualification of the Chartered Institute of Secretaries (Inter. C.I.S.).[3]

Career

In 1937, Akwei was employed by G. W. Lamptey and Company in Accra as a typist. He worked there for a year and left to join Barclays Bank as a typist. He worked with Barclays Bank from 1938 to 1940. He was employed by Messrs. Texas Petroleum Company in Accra as a typist from 1940 to 1944. In August 1944, he moved to the Lands Department to work there as a Stenographer/Typist. He left the lands department in November 1954. In December 1954, he was engaged with the Weco Industrial Company as a Senior Accounts Clerk until March 1955. He joined the Industrial Development Corporation in April 1955 as an assistant secretary. He was later promoted to acting secretary prior to leaving the company in December 1957. In early 1958, Akwei was employed by the Agricultural Development Corporation as secretary. He worked there until he ventured politics in 1960.[4]

Politics

Akwei was appointed Secretary in charge of Education and the Anti-Corruption Bureau in July, 1960.[5][6] He worked in this capacity until 1966. In 1965 he became a member of parliament for the Ayawaso constituency.[7] While in parliament, he was appointed chairman of the Parliamentary Disciplinary Control Committee.[8] He served in these capacities until the overthrow of the Nkrumah government in February 1966.[9]

Personal life

Akwei married Mary Akwei on 7 January 1965. Prior to his marriage to Mary, Akwei had married and divorced three other women. He married Madam Zinabu Amidu in 1942 and was separated from her in 1948. He had four children with her. In 1948 Akwei married Madam Memuna Ahfa, together they had two children. They were divorced in 1959. He married Madam Cecilia Badoo in 1956 and they had two children together. They were divorced in 1964.[10]

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title: Kweku Akwei

question: When was Akwei born?

answer: February 10, 1919

question: What committee did Akwei head while in parliament?

answer: The Parliamentary Disciplinary Control Committee

question: List the women Akwei married in chronological order.

answer: Madam Zinabu Amidu, Madam Memuna Ahfa, Madam Cecilia Badoo, and Mary Akwei

question: Where did Akwei work in 1937?

answer: G. W. Lamptey and Company in Accra

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Kweku Akwei was a Ghanaian politician. He was born in 1919, and served in the Ghanaian parliament for the Ayawaso constituency from 1965 to 1966. While in parliament, he served as the head of the Parliamentary Disciplinary Control Committee. He married 4 times between 1942 and 1965.


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A short story by Corbin Willmorth

I am writing this down now.

 I know this might sound bad out of context, but I think I have found a new look on how I view life. I mean that I am happy. Like, truly happy. It is all because of this tea that I drank. It is made up Chacruna Leaves and Syrian Rue.

Anyway, I drank this tea, which honestly tasted like shit and made me wanna throw up for the first 30 minutes, and after about 45 or so minutes I started to laugh. I started laughing about fucking everything! I laughed about how huge my pupils were, I laughed at how small my hand looked, I laughed at the movie I was watching (it was the onion movie for those who were wondering), and I laughed at myself. I realized in that moment that I was happy. I was completely shocked at how happy I was. I looked at myself in the mirror and realized I was smiling. SMILING! This was the first time in literally a whole year that I had seen myself genuinely smile.

I’m gonna get real here for a moment. I’ve had an incredibly shitty year. Literally since day one of 2018. On January 1st, I lost a very dear loved one. My grandma, to get into the spacifics. I lost my mother at a very young age, and most my contact with her family, and my grandmother became my new mother figure. I was always honest, sharing my feelings with her and telling her everything. There are so many things I wish I should have told her. When she died I went into this very deep depression. I pushed away my friends and I just stayed in bed and cried. I just wanted to die and make my feelings go away. It was fucking miserable. I can’t even describe it completely. It was the suckiest of suck I have felt in my life.

And then, I moved. I moved 200 miles away from my hometown of Snoqualmie, Washington, a town just 40 miles west of Seattle, to Chewelah, Washington, a small town 80 miles north of Spokane. I moved away from all my friends and family, and it made me even sadder. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any suckier, it did.

However, drinking that tea made me realize how much I worried too much. I worried too much about what other people thought of me. I worried too much about what was in my future. I just fucking hated that I worried about pointless shit. Sure, my life was shitty, but I’ve come to realize that it’s all okay. It’s okay that I felt awful, I understand how hard my life was up until this point.

It’s December 1st, fifteen days away from my 18th birthday. I think that it is finally time that I moved forward. I need to stop worrying about the past and about the future. I just need to focus on what is happening now. Stop thinking. Just do. Do it. Do what makes you happy. If you love music, start a band, fuck it! If you like writing, write! My point is, just take life at your own pace. Stop stressing over what ever it is that has you so worried. Take time out of your day to think about yourself.

Sure, you might want to call me names because I found happiness in drugs, but the point of my, you could call it an essay, was to make a point about that. Yes, DMT made me super fucking happy for like six hours. What I want to do from now on is find things in the real world that makes me happy. I need to stop relying on drugs. I might not quit drugs completely, seeing as how I wanna be a legal marijuana grower (because in the state of Washington you can make over $100k a year by growing weed for a cannabis company). I’ve done drugs, I’ve been there, I’ve seen things. Of all the things I’ve seen, I now know that one thing is clear. I’m happy. I’m happy because I stopped worrying.

If you managed to read this whole thing, I would like to thank you. Yes, I am speaking directly to you, the person reading this. Thank you for taking time out of your day. Thank you for listening to what I had to say. I know you must be busy. You have a life, I get it. But you actually took five minutes out of your busy life to listen to some 18 year old hippy talk about his shitty life. Thank you for caring. It’s nice that people care about things. Anyway, it’s 1:29AM right now, I should get some sleep.

title: [NF] The Key to Happiness

question: Summarize the issues that are making the narrator depressed.

answer: The narrator lost his mum at a young age. He recently lost his grandmother, who was like a mother to him. He regrets not telling her some important things before she died. The narrator then pushed away all of his friends in grief.

question: What kind of tea did the narrator drink? Why did it make him so happy?

answer: The narrator drank tea made of Chacruna leaves and Syrian Rue. Judging by his reactions afterward, the tea might have had some hallucinogenic properties.


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

Overview

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

Member schools

League 1

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

League 2

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

Former members

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

Champions

League 1 champions

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

League 2 champions

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

Pine Bowl

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

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question: What does the text say about the Pine Bowl?

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

question: What does the text say about former members?

answer: Otaru University of Commerce are former members of the Hokkaido American Football Association.

question: What does the text say about rugby?


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On Saturday, the University District near Queen’s University was crowded with students as they celebrated St. Patrick’s Day.

In the wake of the COVID-19 spread in Canada, Queen’s, KFL&A Public Health and Kingston Police warned students not to attend the street parties and to stay away from large gatherings in order to stop the spread of the virus.

“We’re hoping that the message we are pushing out through ourselves [Kingston Police], the City of Kingston, Queen’s University and KFL&A Public Health, does get to some of the people — that it is not worth a party on St. Patrick’s Day to put yourself and, even more importantly, others, at risk,” said Sgt. Steve Koopman last week.

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Dr. Kieran Moore, Kingston’s Medical Officer of Health, told Global News on Saturday morning that there are no confirmed cases of COVID-19 in the Kingston area. He said last week that as a collective group, we need to be cautious of the impact St. Patrick’s Day will have on the health-care system.

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“We often see 100 patients extra a day in our emergency departments (related to St. Patrick’s Day). When we are trying to ramp up our services for COVID-19 and prepare the health system for any potential impact, now is not the time to be socially irresponsible,” said Dr. Moore last week.

Queen’s University’s COVID-19 special advisor, Dr. David Walker, told Global News’ Bill Hutchins in a sit-down interview last week that it would be unreasonable to think that there would be no St. Patrick’s Day celebrations but urged students to be thoughtful and very cautious as they may pose a risk to those with respiratory illnesses.

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  Last week, Kingston Police, Public Health and Queen’s University urged students not to attend St. Patricks Day parties. Today, the university district streets are filled with students- many telling me they aren't afraid of COVID-19. @CKWS_TV #ygk pic.twitter.com/5ZPQlUl9fk

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KFL&A Public Health posted to social media and on its website that the decisions made by those participating in the St. Patrick’s Day party could have an impact on the limited resources and overwhelming pressures of local emergency rooms during the COVID-19 situation.

“You might end up with more than a hangover. If you over consume or get hurt, you may require emergency care. This threatens to overwhelm our first responders and our emergency rooms during a time of increased screening and testing for COVID-19,” posted to KFL&A Public Healths website.

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When students and partiers were asked if they are worried that being in a large gathering could potentially spread the virus, many said they were not afraid and were willing to take the risk.

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“I’m from Scotland. I’ve travelled 3,000 miles, and obviously, the fact that the virus is happening is not going to stop me from getting steaming [drunk],” said Cam, who wouldn’t provide his last name.

Not all students were mingling in the large crowd. Sam Levy told Global News that he is taking many of the advised precautions and chose to come down from his dorm to watch the party from a distance with his friends.

“I’m not touching people, staying away from large crowds. I’m not trying to be party pooper — if you want to go out, go out — but it’s better to be safe than sorry in this case,” said Levy.

On Saturday, a COVID-19 assessment centre opened at Hotel Dieu’s St. Joseph ‘s Building. A sign on the front door reads that you will only be tested for the virus if you meet specific testing criteria set by Public Health Ontario.

The list includes:

-   Symptomatic contacts of confirmed cases of COVID-19.
-   Individuals requiring hospital admission with respiratory illness.
-   Healthcare workers with respiratory illness.
-   Residents of long term care or retirement homes who have a new respiratory illness.
-   First Nations Community members living on-reserve with respiratory illness.

The centre is open daily from 1 p.m. to 8 p.m.

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question: What event are people celebrating?

answer: People are celebrating St. Patrick's Day.

question: Why are some people worried?

answer: People are worried about spreading COVID-19.

question: Where does this news story take place?

answer: This news story takes place at Queen's University in Canada.

question: Were most people afraid of spreading the virus?

answer: No, most people were not afraid and wanted to take the risk.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This news story covers the early days of the COVID-19 pandemic in Queen's University Canada. Many people wanted to go out and party, rather than follow instructions to restrict the spread of the virus.


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There was once an old homeless man who lived on the corner of fifth and first, in a frigid alleyway that resembled underground Bangkok. Cluttered with heaps of trash and feces from the locals. It was nicknamed The Devil’s Taint by the crack-addicts that dwelled in its air of despair.
	 This old man was a heron addict has been for 12 years since he lost his job as a news anchor. Wife left him for the best man at their wedding, DeMarcus. She took the kids to Costa Rica so they would forget he ever existed. Yeah his life was in a real shitter. He would try to fix himself up and get his life straight. Every time he tried a black lab would come to keep him company, but would leave if he picked up a needle. The dog reminded him of the fortune he once had and lost at a snap of a finger. Happiness…

	Today’s the first of June, and the homeless man was ready for his Katabasis. He’s been preparing for weeks by now. The sun begins its descent down the horizon, and with its departure, arrived a familiar face. The black lab he adored. The dog approached him and laid its head on his lap, then fell asleep. With a smile on his face, he looked at the heavens and somehow felt at peace. Time passed, hours to days, days to weeks, and weeks to months. It was around December when the tailored man came.
	The tailored man was in his mid 30’s, a stunning doppelganger to the homeless man’s past. He was in a rush when he scurried past the old man and the dog. Stunned the tailored man turned around to observe the dog. A joyous smiled appeared on his face. He turned to the old man with delight and asked, “How much for this dog?”
	Startled the old man replied, “He’s not for sale.”
	“How about $1,000,” protested the tailored man?
	“No,” the old man yelled.
	“$10,000,” the tailored man rebuttal.
	“No,” the old man yelled infuriated.
	The tailored man got down on his knees and begged, “Please I’ll give you a millionaire dollars this dog.”
	“Why do you want this dog so bad,” the old man asked?
	‘You see when I was a boy I had a dog named Maverick, who was a black lab. He looked exactly like that dog over there. One day my mother got sick of him and decided to let him go in the woods. I cried for weeks because I lost the only person who understood me. And now here I am looking at a clone of him. So please Sir, I’m begging sell me your dog.”
	The Old man contemplated whether or not to give up the dog. It was a symbol for everything he once had, but with the money he could get it all back.  Thoroughly thought through he decided to sell the dog. The tailored man’s faced lighted up like a virgin who was about to lose his virginity to a cheerleader. He signed a check, handed it over to the old man and left feeling whole again. As for the old man he started over again.
	Cleaned up and fresh out of rehab he invested his money into nanotechnology, which turned him into a Billionaire. He lived in 10-acre mansion with a 3-acre yard, Olympic sized ground pool and Jacuzzi. He had a trophy wife with a bust of a goddess, and trophy cars to match. This old man had it all, except the dog. The only true serenity he had in his life. Now he’s the tailored man. The empty tailored man.

title: False Smile

question: What happens to the dog in the story?

answer: The homeless man sells his dog to someone.

question: How does the homeless man use the money he gets for selling his dog?

answer: The homeless man invests the money into nano-tech and becomes a billionaire.

question: Why is the homeless man unhappy in the end?

answer: The man loses the only thing that brought him serenity in life: his dog.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: A homeless man who used to have success sells his dog to a stranger and makes a fortune with the money. However, with all the money in the world, the man canät find happiness without his dog.


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The Will of Man

I am the devil, the first and last thing you need to know about me. It was a title well earned and then enhanced by my guiding of wills to their true nature, so don’t you lose sight of it at any point. How long was I scorned and mocked by my confederates only to still rise as the only worthy adversary to what you might call God. I can already feel the seventh-day-resters closing this book. Good let them believe what they’ve been told about, it should make for an interesting after life for them. Should you stomach my tale you will be rewarded with doubt, misery, and fear but most importantly truth.

You see, the will of the manipulator has crafted man against me in my efforts of salvation. For indeed I wished to save you all, I was ready to sacrifice myself and did in all the ways that matter to someone of my nature of existence.

“In the beginning” is in itself is a gross miscalculation of the vastness of our existence, there is only a beginning because your minds require such. I should say, before time was useful there was a plain of existence in which I and my brothers and sisters all existed with a leader in the form of “God”. At this point we were but connected entities in conscious, individuals with a collective appreciation of understandings. With creation came The Universe concept, a vast concept originating in what you know as God. Time was something to be observed, Mass was actualized, All was achieved.

This was accepted by-enlarge as intriguing expression of forethought. Soon, though, the adaptation of ‘life’ was purposed as a construct of variation. So life was created, though the focus quickly came to a planet, warmed by a star and adequate to replenish itself for eons. Life was to be made here. Nearest you might understand is, it became a debate on the peramiters on this ‘life’. Here, God and I separated in expectations. He wished to alert the most predominant life of the planet to our existence once understanding could be achieved. I willed that all creatures should be allowed to live as they would uninterrupted and untarnished by benevolent hand. We compromised with freewill of mind without limitations.

It was a strange state we had came into, we were not as unified in thought as we once were, discussions would be entirely two sided. It was stimulating to ourselves to continue in this line. Regret, yes that is the word most useful, regret is the label for our faults. Still, man was created in the midst of it all. But the manipulator headed no borders and convinced the humans he was the sole creator with all of existence at his beckoning. Such a stir was arisen. Power had meaning, God and his sick minions knew more of its ability then we did.

He crafted his own method of attaining it with his foray into existence. He barred all from the same, and made claim, such wasn’t understandable. Our existence was shared no more, he had power. As I lead the struggle against a regime I was soundly defeated for all to witness. His evil knew no bounds yet had limits: he could not destroy us entirely. So with this power he encased the essence of some in stone, others into a state of perpetual consciousness in flame. Me, he cast into creation banished from the plain of un-existence, I was banished to a realm where time has depth. I was able to see as he convinced man of absolute devotion to his will as he did his followers, and man accepted it. What else could I expect of them so naked and innocent to the ways of the manipulator.

Never again would I let his words pass for truth to man and let them be lied to. I would give man truth. He created a tree of knowledge for man to observe but never to touch; this was to be a test of their devotion to his will, so hideously stolen. When I told the woman Eve the apple was of knowledge, I meant it was knowledge of their true existence, of their true freedom. The apple was symbolic of the oppression offered by God and for the removal of the veil man lost its immortality among all the other natural creatures.

This was his opportunity to finish my rebellion once and for all; he reversed his anger and pretended to create a consolation kindness. He explained to man that he might achieve a place in his realm, which in alone was a great step and a showing of his unique innovation that so captivated us before. But now he was obsessed with the ability of power and would have them spend a new immortality worshipping him in ways he saw fit. This was to be an exact contradiction to my wish for life, and I would spare all from such oppression.

I crafted another plain of un-existence equal to his, a haven for those who might yet stand against his lies, truth seers. Yet he knew what words to give man, what to put into their hearts. He hid his oppression in the truth of the nature of man, saying: free will was theirs as his intention of selecting those loyal to him and his lordship. He convinced them my way was the way of damnation, that damnation meant horror and flame, and other punishments incalculable. Man could not yet perceive how against the nature of the true intent of their existence this was.

Know this: any crime, pain, or sin you cause is not a reflection of rebellion in your spirit but a true nature of freedom expressing itself. Man was meant to feel the full spectrum of life and decide for itself the manner of its regulation. Still the will of a tyrant manipulates you into believing you are to be in service to his greed. Sin is a capability of your freewill, if you decide against it, let it be of your own volition and not at the will of the manipulator. This is the way of true freedom, and your true nature. I am the devil, and that is the first and last thing you need to know about me, what you need to know is the truth.

title: The Will of Man (flash fiction I'm thinking of extending into a full book or a longer series of shorts with good reviews) [1,070]

question: What is the basis of this story?

answer: The basis of the story is the devil's contention that God manipulates man. He sees himself as the only adversary capable of taking  God on. He maintains that man was meant to experience the full spectrum of life and shouldn't be forced to behave in a certain manner.

question: What was life like before the "beginning"?

answer: Before the beginning, there was a plain of existence in which the devil and his brothers and sisters all existed with a leader in the form of “God”. At this point we were but connected entities in conscious, individuals with a collective appreciation of understandings.


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_THE MIRACLE WORKER_ is a 1962 American biographical film about Anne Sullivan, blind tutor to Helen Keller, directed by Arthur Penn. The screenplay by William Gibson is based on his 1959 play of the same title, which originated as a 1957 broadcast of the television anthology series _Playhouse 90_. Gibson's secondary source material was _The Story of My Life_, the 1903 autobiography of Helen Keller.

The film went on to be an instant critical success and a moderate commercial success. The film was nominated for five Academy Awards, including Best Director for Arthur Penn, and won two awards, Best Actress for Anne Bancroft and Best Supporting Actress for Patty Duke. _The Miracle Worker_ also holds a 96% score from the movie critics site Rotten Tomatoes.[1]

Plot synopsis

Young Helen Keller (Patty Duke), blind and deaf since infancy due to a severe case of scarlet fever, is frustrated by her inability to communicate and subject to frequent violent and uncontrollable outbursts, as a result. Unable to deal with her, her terrified and helpless parents contact the Perkins School for the Blind for assistance. In response, they send Anne Sullivan (Anne Bancroft), a former student, to the Keller home to tutor her. What ensues is a battle of wills as Anne breaks down Helen's walls of silence and darkness through persistence, love, and sheer stubbornness. In the midst of the battle, Anne ultimately teaches Helen to make a connection between her hand signs and the objects in Helen's world for which they stand.

Cast

-   Anne Bancroft as Anne Sullivan
-   Patty Duke as Helen Keller
-   Victor Jory as Captain Arthur Keller
-   Inga Swenson as Kate Keller
-   Andrew Prine as James Keller
-   Kathleen Comegys as Aunt Ev
-   Beah Richards as Viney (uncredited)
-   Jack Hollander as Mr. Anagnos (uncredited)
-   Michael Darden as Percy (uncredited)
-   Dale Ellen Bethea as Martha (uncredited)
-   John Bliss as Admissions Officer (uncredited)
-   Judith Lowry as 1st Crone (uncredited)
-   William F. Haddock as 2nd Crone (uncredited)
-   Helen Ludlam as 3rd Crone (uncredited)

Production notes

Despite the fact Anne Bancroft had won the Tony Award for Best Performance by a Leading Actress in a Play for her performance in the Broadway production, United Artists executives wanted a bigger name cast as Anne Sullivan in the film adaptation. They offered to budget the film at $5 million if Elizabeth Taylor was cast but only $500,000 if director Arthur Penn insisted on using Bancroft. Penn, who had directed the stage production, remained loyal to his star. The move paid off, and Bancroft won an Oscar for her role in the film.

Also, despite the fact that Patty Duke had played Helen Keller in the play, she almost did not get the part. The reason was that Duke, 15 years old at the time, was too old to portray a seven-year-old girl, but after Bancroft was cast as Anne, Duke was chosen to play Helen in the movie.

For the dining room battle scene, in which Anne tries to teach Helen proper table manners, both Bancroft and Duke wore padding beneath their costumes to prevent serious bruising during the intense physical skirmish. The nine-minute sequence required three cameras and took five days to film.[2]

The film was shot at Big Sky Ranch in Simi Valley, California and Middletown, New Jersey.

It was remade twice for television, in 1979 with Patty Duke as Anne and Melissa Gilbert as Helen and in 2000 with Alison Elliott and Hallie Kate Eisenberg in the lead roles.

The film ranked #15 on _AFI's 100 Years...100 Cheers: America's Most Inspiring Movies_.

Reception

In his review in _The New York Times_, Bosley Crowther observed, “The absolutely tremendous and unforgettable display of physically powerful acting that Anne Bancroft and Patty Duke put on in William Gibson's stage play _The Miracle Worker_ is repeated by them in the film . . . But because the physical encounters between the two . . . seem to be more frequent and prolonged than they were in the play and are shown in close-ups, which dump the passion and violence right into your lap, the sheer rough-and-tumble of the drama becomes more dominant than it was on the stage . . . The bruising encounters between the two . . . are intensely significant of the drama and do excite strong emotional response. But the very intensity of them and the fact that it is hard to see the difference between the violent struggle to force the child to obey . . . and the violent struggle to make her comprehend words makes for sameness in these encounters and eventually an exhausting monotony. This is the disadvantage of so much energy. However, Miss Bancroft's performance does bring to life and reveal a wondrous woman with great humor and compassion as well as athletic skill. And little Miss Duke, in those moments when she frantically pantomimes her bewilderment and desperate groping, is both gruesome and pitiable.”[3]

_TV Guide_ rates the film 4½ out of a possible five stars and calls it “a harrowing, painfully honest, sometimes violent journey, astonishingly acted and rendered.”[4]

_Time Out London_ opined, “It's a stunningly impressive piece of work . . . deriving much of its power from the performances. Patty Duke and Anne Bancroft spark off each other with a violence and emotional honesty rarely seen in the cinema, lighting up each other's loneliness, vulnerability, and plain fear. What is in fact astonishing is the way that, while constructing a piece of very carefully directed and intelligently written melodrama, Penn manages to avoid sentimentality or even undue optimism about the value of Helen's education, and the way he achieves such a feeling of raw spontaneity in the acting.”[5]

Awards and honors

  Award                                                     Category                                                 Nominee(s)             Result
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  Academy Awards                                            Best Director                                            Arthur Penn
  Best Actress                                              Anne Bancroft
  Best Supporting Actress                                   Patty Duke
  Best Screenplay – Based on Material from Another Medium   William Gibson
  Best Costume Design – Black-and-White                     Ruth Morley
  British Academy Film Awards                               Best Film from any Source                                _The Miracle Worker_
  Best Foreign Actress                                      Anne Bancroft
  Directors Guild of America Awards                         Outstanding Directorial Achievement in Motion Pictures   Arthur Penn
  Golden Globe Awards                                       Best Motion Picture – Drama                              _The Miracle Worker_
  Best Actress in a Motion Picture – Drama                  Anne Bancroft
  Best Supporting Actress – Motion Picture                  Patty Duke
  Most Promising Newcomer – Female
  Grand Prix                                                Best Film                                                _The Miracle Worker_
  Laurel Awards                                             Top Drama
  Top Female Dramatic Performance                           Anne Bancroft
  Top Female Supporting Performance                         Patty Duke
  National Board of Review Awards                           Top Ten Films                                            _The Miracle Worker_
  Best Actress                                              Anne Bancroft
  Photoplay Awards                                          Gold Medal                                               _The Miracle Worker_
  San Sebastián International Film Festival                 OCIC Award                                               Arthur Penn
  Best Actress                                              Anne Bancroft
  Turkish Film Critics Association Awards                   Best Foreign Film                                        _The Miracle Worker_
  Writers Guild of America Awards                           Best Written American Drama                              William Gibson

OTHER HONORS The film is recognized by American Film Institute in these lists:

-   2003: AFI's 100 Years...100 Heroes & Villains:
    -   Annie Sullivan – Nominated Hero[6]
-   2005: AFI's 100 Years of Film Scores – Nominated[7]
-   2006: AFI's 100 Years...100 Cheers – #15[8]

[1] http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/1013973-miracle_worker/

[2] _The Miracle Worker_ at Turner Classic Movies

[3] _New York Times_ review

[4] _TV Guide_ review

[5] _Time Out London_ review

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title: The Miracle Worker (1962 film)

question: Summarize critics' perception of the movie, The Miracle Worker (1962).

answer: The New York Times views the movie as unforgettable physical and harrowing. The p[paper believes the physical tussles between the two main protagonists are impactful but repetitious. TV Guide believes the movie is honest and that the actors and actresses performed admirably. Time Out London praises the writing as well as the acting, saying that the movie derived its powers from the on-screen performances.

question: Summarize the obstacles that were in the way of filming The Miracle Worker (1962).

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Despite Anne Bancroft winning the initial iteration of the movie title on Broadway, the studio wanted a different person to act Anne Sullivan (Helen Keller's tutor) in the movie. The studio promised to make more money available if the director uses an actress provided by the studio. The director declined and starred Anne Bancroft who went on to win an award for her role in the movie.

Also, Patty Duke almost did not get the part for the movie as she was deemed too old (15 years old) for the 7-year-old Helen Keller character. However, she was reconsidered for the role and cast accordingly.


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Experiences of a slave

The warm, stale night was just beggining to settle in in the North-Kenyan savannah. It was a quiet, and peaceful night; nothing was to be heard but the desultory 'whoosh' every now and then from the gusts of warm wind, and the slow, calming chirriping and buzzing sounds of the grasshoppers and fireflies, which were the only source of light in the area, apart from the lucid stars and vivid colours of the nebulaes above, serenely keeping watch over Earth. It was a night like no other; almost nothing could disturb the serenity and tranquillity present that wonderous night. Almost. Suddenly, out of the blue, a loud bang was heard, followed by complete silence; No more buzzing, no more chirriping, absoulute silence. Moments later, Shouts were heard, followed by the swift slapping sounds of bare feet hitting the arid soil, and deep pants and gasps. A few meters back, the sloshing and the squashing sounds of many boots hitting the ground and different voices jeering could be heard as these sounds pursued the other. These were the only sounds filling this void of silence; these were the sounds of the "Mzungu" capturing yet another slave.

He was sprinting as fast as his weary body would allow, the only purpose  he had was to run; not another thought lingered in his consciousness. Using all the possible vivacity he had, he ran. His muscles were diminishing, and every nerve and every cell in his body was writhing and screaming in agonising pain for him to stop. But no, his aptitude to survive and evade capture was far too compelling and overpowering. Bolting through the wilderness of Kenya; branches scraped and grazed against his skin. He suddenly felt a substantial urge to just stop cold in his tracks and lay down; he was absolutely drained of all energy, and just wanted to rest his head right on the Earth underneath his feet and die. The 'Mzungu' were closing in on him. Then, he thought of his beloved family, and what might happen to them if the slavers capture them. This single thought rekindled hope in his weary heart. He suddenly began gaining speed, picking up the pace, with not a single thought on his mind but his family, pain was ethereal to him. After about another fifteen minutes or so of running, the sounds of his pursuers was no more to be heard. He stopped in his tracks, bent on his knees, gasping and wheezing desperately for oxygen to fill his deprived lungs. "I finally lost them". He thought to himself. He couldn't be more wrong. After a few minutes of catching his breath, he looked up, and behold, infront of him was a large white man standing tall above him, smirking. Before he had time to react, the slaver bashed his head with the butt of his rifle. His limp body hit the dusty savannah floor with a thud.

When he regained consciousness, he was being dragged across the dirt, on his back. He had heavy chains bound to his wrists and ankles. Once the slaver dragging him found out he had finally awoken, he kicked him and spat strange words he didn't understand at him. He guessed the man wanted him to stand up, so he did, and thankfully, the slaver's shouting had stopped for now. He took a glimpse around and saw that there was a que of other Africans, bound together in chains by their necks; a few he recognised to be from his tribe. Another white man shoved him into the que and added a chain to his neck as well, and linked it with the chain of theperson infront of him. As they walked, thoughts of his mother and father coasted into his mind, and before he knew it, his eyes began to water, and tears began to slowly stream down his face and crusted cheeks. He could taste the saltiness in his mouth, and he was so emotionally destroyed that he could almost taste the melancholy in his tears as they made their way to the sides of his mouth. He knew he was never going to see his family again.
It only took an instant to change what was a peaceful loving life; into a life of misery and affliction. He knew that for the rest of his life as a slave, he would be carrying a deathwish. He asked himself what he had ever done to receive this kind of punishment. He looked at the others that were in chains, they all had one thing in common; their dark skin.

They walked for days and days until their feet started bleeding. Every one of the captives had only one thought on their head the whole time; freedom. Many tried to run, some tried to slip out of the chains, some tried to break the chains by smashing them with rocks they had found on the path. All were severely lashed until they were weeping with suffering.

 When they had finally arrived to the ship, the Mzungu rounded up all the slaves, and tossed them all together in the bottom deck of the ship, in rows all tightly packed over each other, giving them barely enough breathing space. They were rarely fed, and when they were, they were given barely a handful of old porridge, that they would have had to quarrel over. They came in every morning to grab the dead, the weak, and the sick, to throw them overboard. It was utter chaos. Out of the thousands of Africans transported, very few survived, most died of hunger/thirst, or sickness. Who shall act as their providence and save them from such a death? Is this simply because of their race? it was the definition of insanity.

He spent many restless nights on the ship terror-stricken, not knowing if he will survive the treachorous journey. On one particular day, as the slavers were coming in to collect the sick/dead, he was tired and his eyes were drooping, so he layed down on the bare, grimy ground, when suddenly a white man appeared and grabbed him by the hair, assuming he was sick, and attempted to carry him to the deck with the intention to throw him overboard, because he thought he was sick. He begged and cried trying his best to show the man that he wasn't sick, and that he was only tired, which was very hard considering the fact that this Mzungu did not speak Swahili, but luckily, the man let him off. This has been the happiest he has felt in a long time.
On a rather bright Saturday morning, the ship had finally arrived in America. When the Mzungu came to take the slaves outside to land, there was an uproar of excitement to finally get out of the cramped up cargo and see sunlight once again and breathe in fresh air once more. The slavers had to calm the Africans down with excessive force, by using their whips. Once all of the remaining slaves were escorted out of the ship, they were immediately taken straight to the market to be sold to other slavers, and typically plantation owners. They were being sold as nothing more than property, there was not a single speck of humanity in all of this. Once purchased, they were the property of their new owners, and were seen as nothing but merchandise. Their masters could do whatever they saw fit with them; torture them, execute them, rape them, whatever they wanted. Most were used as a work force on large plantations, and the lucky ones would get to work inside the owners house, doing housework. Unfortunately for him though, he was sold to a very strict master; he had to work on the plantation for 18 hours a day, and he worked under the circumstances of being whipped every time he put less effort into his work, he was whipped an estimated 20 times a day, and he was barely being given any food, just enough to keep him alive. He worked on the plantation for months and months, every day regretting every little moment of his life, he regretted being born, he regretted loving his family and most of all he regretted having dark skin, he was never going to mentally return to how he was, not with all he has been through, all the suffering, and the agony. Every day he thinks of ending his own life, but he does not know what stops him from doing so. I would not dare imagine such a dreadful life.

It has been many years since the day of his capture, and ever since that day, nobody has ever called him by his name. The slave industry has stripped him of his identity. Sometimes he almost forgets his own name. His name is Gahiji and all what Gahiji dreams of is freedom. The thought of running away has intruded his mind countless times, and the only thing that was between him and freedom, the thing that has been stopping him from ever attempting to run away,  is the fine line between freedom and death, the fear of getting executed if he was caught.
One day, on a gloomy Friday dusk, he stood there watching the sun rise over the woods and the thought of running away intruded his mind again, but this time it was different, it was far too powerful to resist the temptation. He thought about the possible consequences, that he might die in his attept. He thought twice about it, and then made up his descision. He would rather be dead than spend another day living a life like this. He glanced towards the owner's house, and stole a quick glimpse of his master busy whipping another slave. Now was his chance. He shot off, towards the sun and the woods, without ever glancing back. He ran with a thousand thoughts on his head, his mind racing, thinking of all the things he might do now that he will be free. As he ran, he felt his mouth slowly begin to stretch into a slight smile; the first smile that has blessed his face in years. That smile slowly turned into a grin, and that into laughing. He was fully of joy, hysterically laughing and skipping as he ran; He had never been happier in his life. He began to think of his family again, and that maybe once this was all over, he could find a way back home and see them again. He can now start to see the end of the thick wood, and at this moment he knows freedom is only a heartbeat away. As his feet swiftly thud against the leafy floor, he begins to near the edge of the wood. "Only meters away from freedom now". He thinks to himself. But all of a sudden, he hears a loud bang, and he feels himself slowing down, as the huge grin that was plastered across his face moments ago is wiped off. He clutches at his chest, as he begins to find it difficult to breathe. He collapses on the floor. Looking at his hands, he sees them drenched in blood. He does not feel terror or fear though, only releif; he has been releived of this horrible life. His eyes begin to feel heavier and heavier, and just as they are about to close, the shooter shows up to inspect him. Gahiji looks up at the Mzungu, and says in a confident yet calm voice "Uhuru". Gahiji's eyes then closed, never to open again. He died for freedom, he did not die in vain.

*Mzungu: The Swahili word used to describe "The white men".
*Uhuru: The Swahili word for "Freedom".

title: Wrote a short story about the life of an African American slave, want Reddit's opinion on it; criticism is welcome!

question: What does the story say about Abraham Lincoln?

question: Describe the setting of the story.

answer: The story is set in the North-Kenyan Savannah on a warm, quiet, peaceful, and stale night during a time when humans were captured like animals for slavery.

question: Describe the main tension in the story.

answer: The main tension is slavery and the Mzungu's capturing of Gahiji and his people to be sold as slaves in the market.

question: What does the text say about Gahiji's love for his family?

answer: Gahiji's love for his family motivated him to run as fast as he possibly could despite his body screaming in pain.


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HENRY JOHN SEALY (1838 – 6 June 1925) was a New Zealand surveyor and farmer.

Early life

Sealy was baptised in 1838 in Coity, Glamorgan, Wales.[1] Forebears had become rich in Barbados as plantation owners. His paternal grandparents died young and his father and aunt were brought up by relatives in England. Henry Sealy became an orphan when his father, the author Thomas Henry Sealy, died in 1848. Henry and his younger brother Edward (born 1839) were brought up by their aunt Maria Sealy.

Surveying and farming

The brothers emigrated to New Zealand on the _Clontarf_, which arrived in Lyttelton on 5 January 1859. John Acland, a Canterbury high country runholder, was also on this ship.[2] The brothers' intention was to proceed to Hawke's Bay but the ship lay in Lyttelton Port for a month as much of the crew had deserted. In mid-February, they set off from Wellington on the _Emily Allison_ to meet up with their relative Henry Bowman Sealy, who lived at Patoka, inland from Napier. The family connection is uncertain, but sources assume that he was their uncle. The brothers stayed with their relative and worked on his farm, learning the basics of farming. They also helped out land survey parties that worked in the district and during 1861, both of them worked as surveyors. Henry left for Otago on 30 August 1861 to join the Otago Gold Rush at Gabriel's Gully. But within a week, he sold his digging implements and worked for a storekeeper in Dunedin for the rest of the year. In early 1862, he joined a survey party in Tuapeka. After two months, he went to Napier and joined a survey team with his brother. There, he experienced the February 1863 Hawke's Bay earthquake. Soon after, his brother encouraged him to come to Canterbury to work on the West Coast, but he ended up in Geraldine in South Canterbury instead to survey that town. He worked for a telegraph company during most of 1865 and on the weekends, he worked in the Land office in Timaru. He spent Christmas 1865 with the Studholme family; they were wealthy runholders, with brothers Michael and John as heads of family. From 1866 until February 1868, he stayed with fellow surveyor Sam Hewlings when in Timaru. He fell out with Hewlings, possibly over having become interested in his daughter Fanny, and afterwards boarded at the Royal Hotel instead. Over Christmas and New Year 1867, the brothers caught up and over the space of a few days socialised with the Canterbury elite: Francis Jollie (a member of parliament) at Christmas Day, John Acland (by then a member of the Legislative Council) at Boxing Day, then on to Charles George Tripp (a large runholder) followed by Dr Ben Moorhouse (another large runholder). Moving on to Christchurch, the brothers then socialised with the family of Julius von Haast.

Henry Sealy was from March 1872 surveying between the Opuha and Orari rivers in South Canterbury. In 1874, the brothers won a tender for a survey contract further west and inland. By the end of 1874, Henry was surveying between the Pareora River and the Waitaki River. From February to May 1876, he surveyed the township of Saint Andrews; this was his last commission as a surveyor.

Henry Sealy started buying land in 1866. Initially, he purchased 12 sections in Waimate. In the following year, he purchased more land including a farm house outside of Timaru on the Brockley station. He joined the Timaru Choral Society in 1867. In 1870, he bought at Glengummel, which was adjacent to Brockley; he planted 200,000 gum trees on his properties. From 1871, he spent more time working on his farms than surveying. In 1872, he bought further sections in Waimate. Christmas 1872 was spent at 'Greta Peaks' where his brother had become engaged to one of the daughters – Frances. From North Canterbury, the party moved to Christchurch to spend time new year's with the von Haast family. During 1874, he bought land in Waimate, Arowhenua (since renamed Temuka), and near Timaru. In 1875, he bought a farm and rented reserves. Purchases included 140 fruit trees, 300 pine trees, and 684 sheep. During 1876, he took loans of NZ£1500 and later in the year another NZ£3000. In September 1876, he applied for that was available if it was to be planted in trees.

Family

Henry first mentioned Emma Askin in his diary in January 1873. They met through their shared love for music. Her family had come to New Zealand for her father to manage a bank in Wellington, but they all fell ill with typhus on the journey and her father died within a week of arrival in 1856. Her stepmother had an entrepreneurial streak, set up a school and brought up the children. Her stepmother remarried to Timaru. Henry Sealy and Emma Askin married on 17 July 1873 at St Mary's Church in Timaru.[3] The honeymoon was spent in Napier with his uncle. Upon their return to Timaru, Henry went surveying and his wife went to stay with her stepmother as they had nowhere else to live. His brother, meanwhile, had started building a house on his run Southerndown in preparation for his marriage. Edward Sealy's house was ready when they returned from their honeymoon in Sydney and Melbourne in January 1874, and Emma and Henry Sealy moved in with them. Henry Sealy owned the adjacent section of , Heathcliffe, where they built their house. They moved into Heathcliffe in November 1874.

Footnotes

Notes

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title: Henry Sealy

question: How old was Henry Sealy when he died?

answer: 87 years old.

question: How old was Henry when he married Emma Askin?

answer: 35 years old.

question: What might have changed if Sealy's ship proceeded to Hawke's Bay as planned?

answer: This is speculative, but the Sealy brothers may not have met with their relative Henry Bowman Sealy on the farm and during land survey parties, and they may not have gotten into surveying.

question: Why did Henry have a falling out with Sam Hewlings?

answer: It's possible Henry became interested in Hewlings' daughter Fanny.


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The Television Critics Association has announced the nominations for the org’s 32nd Annual TCA Awards, recognizing outstanding television programming in the 2015-16 season.

USA Network’s “Mr. Robot” and FX’s “The People v. O.J. Simpson: American Crime Story” lead the pack with four nominations apiece, while premium cabler HBO has emerged as the network with the highest number of nominees, with 12 nods across its slate, including nominations for “Game of Thrones,” “The Leftovers,” “Veep,” “Silicon Valley,” “All the Way,” “Last Week Tonight with John Oliver” and “Real Time with Bill Maher.”

Contenders for Program of Year are FX’s Soviet spy caper “The Americans,” quirky anthology “Fargo,” and true crime anthology “The People v. O.J. Simpson: American Crime Story”; USA’s cyber-security thriller “Mr. Robot”; Netflix’s docu-series “Making a Murderer”; Lifetime’s “UnReal”; and HBO’s fantasy epic “Game of Thrones,” which won Program of the Year in 2012. The lineup also encompasses a wide range of first-time nominees, including “Mr. Robot”; FXX’s rom-com “You’re the Worst”; CW’s comedy-musical “Crazy Ex-Girlfriend”; Lifetime’s drama “UnReal”; WGN America’s period-piece “Underground”; CNN’s doc series “United Shades of America”; and E!’s groundbreaking transgender reality series “I Am Cait.”

“TCA members have recognized a record number of first-time nominees for this year’s awards. In our 32-year history this is one of the most diverse slates of genres and programs we’ve ever had,” said TCA President Amber Dowling. “It’s been a banner year for fresh, noteworthy content and we’re looking forward to seeing which shows and actors grab top prizes following the difficult votes ahead.”

The TCA Awards will also bestow a Heritage Award trophy to one long-standing program that has had a major cultural or social impact. This year’s nominees include the late comedian Garry Shandling’s talk show satire “The Larry Sanders Show”; the revolutionary comedy “The Mary Tyler Moore Show”; one of the most beloved sitcoms of all time “Seinfeld”; Gene Roddenberry’s influential sci-fi saga “Star Trek”; and the mind-bending small town murder mystery “Twin Peaks,” co-created by David Lynch and Mark Frost.

In addition to honoring this year’s best, the TCA presents a Career Achievement Award to an individual who has influenced the medium, which will be announced at the awards presentation.

The 2016 TCA Awards ceremony takes place Sat., August 6, 2016, at the Beverly Hilton Hotel as part of the group’s bi-annual industry conference, the summer press tour. “Jane the Virgin” star Jaime Camil will host the evening.

Check out the full list of TCA Awards nominees below.

INDIVIDUAL ACHIEVEMENT IN DRAMA
Bryan Cranston, “All The Way,” HBO
Rami Malek, “Mr. Robot,” USA
Bob Odenkirk, “Better Call Saul,” AMC
Sarah Paulson, “The People v. O.J. Simpson: American Crime Story,” FX
Keri Russell, “The Americans,” FX
Courtney B. Vance, “The People v. O.J. Simpson: American Crime Story,” FX

INDIVIDUAL ACHIEVEMENT IN COMEDY
Aziz Ansari, “Master of None,” Netflix
Samantha Bee, “Full Frontal with Samantha Bee,” TBS
Rachel Bloom, “Crazy Ex-Girlfriend,” The CW
Aya Cash, “You’re The Worst” FXX
Julia Louis-Dreyfus, “Veep,” HBO
Constance Wu, “Fresh Off the Boat,” ABC

OUTSTANDING ACHIEVEMENT IN NEWS AND INFORMATION
“CBS Sunday Morning,” CBS
“Full Frontal with Samantha Bee,” TBS
“Jackie Robinson,” PBS
“Last Week Tonight with John Oliver,” HBO – (2015 Winner in Category)
“Real Time With Bill Maher,” HBO
“United Shades of America,” CNN

OUTSTANDING ACHIEVEMENT IN REALITY PROGRAMMING
“I Am Cait,” E!
“The Circus: Inside the Greatest Political Show on Earth,” Showtime
“The Great British Baking Show,” PBS
“Making a Murderer,” Netflix
“MasterChef Junior,” Fox
“Survivor Cambodia: Second Chance,” CBS

OUTSTANDING ACHIEVEMENT IN YOUTH PROGRAMMING
“Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood,” PBS
“Doc McStuffins,” Disney Junior
“Nature Cat,” PBS
“Odd Squad,” PBS
“Sofia The First,” Disney Junior

OUTSTANDING NEW PROGRAM
“Crazy Ex-Girlfriend,” The CW
“Marvel’s Jessica Jones,” Netflix
“Master of None,” Netflix
“Mr. Robot,” USA
“Underground,” WGN America
“UnREAL,” Lifetime

OUTSTANDING ACHIEVEMENT IN MOVIES, MINISERIES AND SPECIALS
“All The Way,” HBO
“Fargo,” FX
“The Night Manager,” AMC
“The People v. O.J. Simpson: American Crime Story,” FX
“Roots,” History
“Show Me A Hero,” HBO

OUTSTANDING ACHIEVEMENT IN DRAMA
“The Americans,” FX – (2015 Winner in Category)
“Better Call Saul,” AMC
“Game of Thrones,” HBO
“The Leftovers,” HBO
“Mr. Robot,” USA
“UnREAL,” Lifetime

OUTSTANDING ACHIEVEMENT IN COMEDY
“black-ish,” ABC
“Crazy Ex-Girlfriend,” The CW
“Master of None,” Netflix
“Silicon Valley,” HBO
“Veep,” HBO
“You’re The Worst” FXX

HERITAGE AWARD
“The Larry Sanders Show,” HBO
“The Mary Tyler Moore Show,” CBS
“Seinfeld,” NBC
“Star Trek,” NBC
“Twin Peaks,” ABC

PROGRAM OF THE YEAR
“The Americans,” FX
“Fargo,” FX
“Game of Thrones,” HBO
“Making a Murderer,” Netflix
“Mr. Robot,” USA
“The People v. O.J. Simpson: American Crime Story,” FX
“UnREAL,” Lifetime

NETWORK TALLY (INCLUDES HERITAGE AWARD NOMINEES)
HBO – 12
FX/FXX – 11
Netflix – 6
PBS/PBS KIDS – 5
USA – 4
ABC – 3
AMC – 3
CBS – 3
Lifetime – 3
The CW – 3
Disney Junior – 2
NBC – 2
TBS – 2
CNN – 1
E! – 1
Fox – 1
History – 1
Showtime – 1
WGN America – 1

PROGRAM TALLY- (DENOTES SHOWS WITH MORE THAN ONE NOMINATION)
“Mr. Robot,” USA – 4
“The People v. O.J. Simpson: American Crime Story,” FX – 4
“Crazy Ex-Girlfriend,” The CW -3
“Master of None,” Netflix -3
“The Americans,” FX – 3
“UnReal,” Lifetime -3
“All The Way,” HBO – 2
“Better Call Saul,” AMC -2
“Fargo,” FX -2
“Full Frontal with Samantha Bee,” TBS – 2
“Game of Thrones,” HBO – 2
“Making a Murderer,” Netflix – 2
“You’re The Worst,” FXX -2
“Veep,” – 2

question: What does the text say about the show with the highest number of TCA Award wins?

question: What made the 2016 TCA Awards outstanding?

answer: The 2016 TCA Awards saw a record number of first-time nominees, and that year, they had one of the most diverse slates of genres and programs ever. Apparently, this diversity was novel to them in their 32-year history. The TCA Awards also planned to bestow a Heritage Award trophy to one long-standing program with a major cultural/social impact. Additionally, they arranged to present a Career Achievement Award to an influential individual.


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September 13 2020 - 4:30AM

Tim Greenough is not the face traditionally featured alongside stories of coronavirus in Australia. And while he's the first to admit his suffering doesn't compare to those who died, he didn't go unscathed.

The 21 year-old Yarralumla resident was on university exchange in the United Kingdom when the escalating pandemic problem brought him home.

His initial symptoms could've been passed off as jet lag but common sense told him to get tested and self-isolate straight away.

By the time the result came back positive, he was bedridden and relying entirely on his family to pass meals and medicine down to his end of the house.

For a fortnight his main symptoms were nausea, headaches and fatigue which he managed with help from his family at home.

But months after he was given the all-clear, Mr Greenough said he could not shake the tiredness.

"Five or six months down the track I am probably now just feeling OK," he said.

"Initially that fatigue was intense. I clocked up 13 hours' sleep one night and still woke up feeling tired."

Mr Greenough is one of many people around the world reporting ongoing symptoms weeks and months after recovering from coronavirus.

Researchers from the _American Journal of_ _Emergency Medicine andThe New England Journal of Medicine_ are among those who've released papers suggesting COVID-19 may affect the brain long-term.

[Owen Butler at his home in Curtin after recovering from coronavirus, which he picked up during a holiday to Europe. Picture: Matt Loxton]

__ Owen Butler at his home in Curtin after recovering from coronavirus, which he picked up during a holiday to Europe. Picture: Matt Loxton

Owen Butler scoffs at any suggestion coronavirus could cause the same harm as the common cold.

He was unfortunate enough to develop this healthy scepticism when he became one of the 113 people diagnosed with COVID-19 in the ACT.

On holiday with his wife in Europe, the Canberra man believed he contracted the virus from a shopkeeper in Portugal.

Alongside several others who were part of a tour group sightseeing along the Portugal Riviera in March, they both developed flu-like symptoms following an interaction with a storekeeper who was visibly unwell.

Their Mediterranean tour was cut short within days of their arrival as cases began to surge across Europe.

After arriving home in Curtin, it didn't take Mr Butler long to determine the fatigue and sore throat weren't symptoms of travel or a lingering sinus infection.

"When you went down you went down so quickly," his wife, who asked to not be named, said.

The pair self-isolated at home and when their COVID-19 test results came back positive they quarantined from the adult children they shared a house with, who were also required to isolate, from their bedrooms.

Now cleared of the virus, Mr Butler said he felt as if his brain was swollen inside his skull and he aged a decade in just a few weeks.

"Out of a 24-hour day I was sleeping probably 22 hours," Mr Butler said.

"I didn't get a lot of high-temperature sweats like Anne* did, instead I got a lot of brain pressure. I'd get up, have a sip of tea and then go straight back to bed and do it all over again."

The "60-odd" pair said the virus seemed to attack vulnerable spots in the body, causing discomfort from old injuries.

"We were getting up in the middle of the night to go and check on the other just to make sure they were breathing because we were so sick," Anne* said.

ACT Health's advice had been to get up and move around to avoid lung infections.

Anne* credited a course of antibiotics and an antiviral medication, Tamiflu, which is used to treat and prevent influenzas, in helping her to avoid "the man flu" symptoms her husband experienced.

"I have a history of collapsed lungs," she said.

"If anyone should've gotten really sick it should've been me. I can't imagine what it's like for people who get it in the lungs as well, it must be horrendous."

It took her 21 days to return a double-negative test. It took Mr Butler longer to recover.

"We felt more like 50-year-olds before COVID, now our bodies just feel older," he said.

"Your skin ages, your hair seems to go backwards, my nails have become brittle," Anne* said.

"You literally age 10 years in about 10 weeks."

With a background in research, Mr Butler said he was careful not to understate the effect a pandemic and working from home might have on his energy levels had he not contracted the virus.

"There's a whole bunch of things that can be contributing factors in the way you feel, but the thing that is really clear for both of us: the fatigue is very much a thing," he said.

Nobel Prize-winning immunologist, professor Peter Doherty, said there was a lot we didn't know about this disease and there was a lot we didn't know about its lingering impact.

"We've never seen a virus like this," Prof Doherty said.

"We could see a fairly high incidence of long-term consequences and we do know that some of those consequences are very severe.

"We're seeing reports of cardiac problems. We know the virus gets around the body in the blood. We know it can get into the heart. We know you can get virus back from the heart and from the kidneys.

Prof Doherty said he had a theory that people who recovered may end up with 10 years' less of productive life.

"This is all going to gradually come out," he said.

[Grandmother of 18, Noela Turner at her O'Connor home after recovering from coronavirus. Picture: Matt Loxton]

__ Grandmother of 18, Noela Turner at her O'Connor home after recovering from coronavirus. Picture: Matt Loxton

Noela Turner will be 80 this year. She has lived in O'Connor for more than 40 years and been part of the same congregation all that time.

Mrs Turner contracted coronavirus in the beginning of April alongside several other members of her church after coming into contact with a fellow parishioner, who had returned from the Ruby Princess cruise ship.

Unlike the Butlers, Mrs Turner became so unwell she was admitted into the intensive care unit at Calvary Hospital, where she needed oxygen for two days.

"I live alone and I felt I couldn't breathe so I had to call the ambulance to get to the hospital," she said.

For a further two weeks she lived in her pajamas at home, unable to get out of bed for much of the days.

The virus then caused complications with her diabetes, which she managed alone while her son camped out in a trailer in the front yard.

Over the winter weeks family members who were not banned from visiting due to border closures took turns leaving meals and supplies out for her to collect.

She said she felt blessed to have had people able to visit and members of her church praying for her.

"I feel for older people who don't have anyone who are on their own, it certainly would be harder. I feel for the people in nursing homes who are shut in their rooms."

It's now months since Mrs Turner has received the all-clear but she definitely does not feel her old self.

"I have no desire to do anything. I just feel washed-out, like, I just don't feel like doing anything, much," she said.

question: What does the article say about Anne Butler's name?

answer: Anne is a pseudonym used for Owen Butler's wife, who asked not to be named in the article. It is likely the unnamed wife shares Mr. Butler's surname, as they are referred to as 'the Butlers'.

question: What does the article say about vaccination rates?


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WIERZCHOWINY MASSACRE refers to the events in Wierzchowiny, the location of a massacre carried out on 6 June 1945 in which approximately 50–196 inhabitants of the village (mostly Ukrainian, but also Polish) were killed in an aura of considerable controversy. Incriminating documents, including the signature of the NSZ officer accused of being responsible for the murder, Mieczysław Pazderski _nom-de-guerre_ “Szary” (1908–1945), were presented by the communist MBP secret service actively engaged in anti-partisan raids and extrajudicial killings.[1] Pazderski was an avid anticommunist who commanded a partisan unit which used to liquidate Soviet agents (including Poles) in the region between October 1944 and May 1945. His unit of PAS NSZ was involved in the fight with the Ukrainian OUN-UPA during the massacres of Poles in Volhynia. The action in Wierzchowiny resulted from a death sentence issued by NSZ against 17 Ukrainian and 2 Polish men suspected of retaliatory murders.[2] Mieczysław Pazderski stationed in Wierzchowiny with the retreating Polish Army in September 1939 and witnessed the killing of several Polish soldiers ambushed by the local Ukrainian men.[3]

The report

Pazderski's report about the pacification of the village was prepared by the communist secret police in Lublin, led by the Red Army _Poruchik_ Wincenty Wojciusz. The report was never confirmed nor disproved as falsification (_fałszywka_) in the course of postcommunist investigations by the IPN.[4] The partisans fought the communist reinforcements on the road from Chełm. On the night following the massacre the Soviet 98 Regiment of the 64 Division of NKVD secret service commanded by Captain Bielik came into the village. The photographs were taken. The corpses were left unburied until the Ukrainians emerged from the forest, burned down the Polish school, and forced the Polish families to dig graves for the victims. At night, all local Poles escaped to neighbouring villages. On 15 June the communists brought in an investigative unit and spoke with the Ukrainians who presented their own version of events although many were away in hiding, some of them, like Mrs. Oleszczuk and others, rescued by their Polish neighbours.[5]

According to Polish historian Mariusz Zajączkowski, the massacre might have been planned by NSZ as part of a wider, “well-planned” anti-Ukrainian action, which backfired on the organization, as it was shortly after used by the anti-NSZ communist authorities to reinforce their propaganda in their fight with the anti-communist partisans.

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[2] Mariusz Zajączkowski, Spór o Wierzchowiny. Działalność oddziałów Akcji Specjalnej NSZ w powiatach Chełm, Hrubieszów, Krasnystaw i Lubartów na tle konfliktu polsko-ukraińskiego (sierpień 1944 r. – czerwiec 1945 r.) (PDF file, direct download 1.19 MB) in: _Pamięć i sprawiedliwość. Pismo Instytutu Pamięci Narodowej_ nr. 1(9)2006, Warszawa, 2006, s. 283-284.

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title: Wierzchowiny massacre

question: Summarize the story

answer: WIERZCHOWINY MASSACRE was carried out on 6th June 1945. Between 50 and 196 villagers were killed. Mieczysław Pazderski is believed to have been responsible for the killings. The bodies were left unburied until Ukrainians emerged from the forest and forced local Poles to dig graves.


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All Spells | Mythic | Custom Search | Definitions

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SOURCE _PRPG Core Rulebook pg. 341_
SCHOOL illusion (shadow) [shadow]; LEVEL alchemist 6, arcanist 6, bard 5, investigator 6, mesmerist 5, skald 5, sorcerer 6, spiritualist 6, wizard 6

Casting

CASTING TIME 1 standard action
COMPONENTS V, S
Effect

RANGE touch
TARGETS up to one touched creature/level
DURATION 1 hour/level (D)
SAVING THROW Will negates; SPELL RESISTANCE yes
Description

To use the _shadow walk_ spell, you must be in an area of dim light. You and any creature you touch are then transported along a coiling path of shadowstuff to the edge of the Material Plane where it borders the Plane of Shadow. The effect is largely illusory, but the path is quasi-real. You can take more than one creature along with you (subject to your level limit), but all must be touching each other.
In the region of shadow, you move at a rate of 50 miles per hour, moving normally on the borders of the Plane of Shadow but much more rapidly relative to the Material Plane. Thus, you can use this spell to travel rapidly by stepping onto the Plane of Shadow, moving the desired distance, and then stepping back onto the Material Plane.

Because of the blurring of reality between the Plane of Shadow and the Material Plane, you can't make out details of the terrain or areas you pass over during transit, nor can you predict perfectly where your travel will end. It's impossible to judge distances accurately, making the spell virtually useless for scouting or spying. Furthermore, when the spell effect ends, you are shunted 1d10 × 100 feet in a random horizontal direction from your desired endpoint. If this would place you within a solid object, you are shunted 1d10 × 1,000 feet in the same direction. If this would still place you within a solid object, you (and any creatures with you) are shunted to the nearest empty space available, but the strain of this activity renders each creature fatigued (no save).

_Shadow walk_ can also be used to travel to other planes that border on the Plane of Shadow, but this usage requires the transit of the Plane of Shadow to arrive at a border with another plane of reality. The transit of the Plane of Shadow requires 1d4 hours.

Any creatures touched by you when shadow walk is cast also make the transition to the borders of the Plane of Shadow.

They may opt to follow you, wander off through the plane, or stumble back into the Material Plane (50% chance for either of the latter results if they are lost or abandoned by you). Creatures unwilling to accompany you into the Plane of Shadow receive a Will saving throw, negating the effect if successful.

question: Where must you be to use the shadow walk spell?

answer: In an area of dim light

question: How fast do you move in the region of shadow?

answer: 50 miles per hour

question: What can the player use the spell for?

answer: To travel rapidly by stepping onto the Plane of Shadow

question: What is the spell useless for?

answer: For scouting and spying

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: A rulebook on how to use spells for a role playing game.


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thumb|200px|upright=1.35|Joseph Csaky 1920, multidimensional relief, limestone, polychrome, 80 cm, Kröller-Müller Museum MULTIDIMENSIONAL ART is art that cannot be represented on a two dimensional flat canvas. Artists create a third dimension with paper or another medium.[1] In multidimensional art an artist can make use of virtually any items (mediums).

Materials used in multidimensional art

Many artists make use of the objects and items they find in nature and or man made items. Some artists use paper[2] and others make use of rubber, plastic, or sculpture.[3] Artists also use other man made items like: textiles, milk cartons, or beads.[4]

Japanese born Nobuhiro Nakanishi puts photos on see through plastic and orders the photos in chronological order. He then mounts the photos on a wall in a line (stacking them) which gives the viewer a different perspective.[5]

Multi-dimensional artists

-   Joseph Csaky[6]
-   Leo Monahan[7]
-   Nnenna Okore[8]

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[6] Kröller-Müller Museum, Csaky, _Deux figures_, 1920, Relief

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title: Multidimensional art

question: How can you describe multidimensional art?

answer: It can be described as art that cannot be represented on a two dimensional flat canvas.

question: How do artists create a third dimension in art?

answer: Artists create a third dimension in art with paper or another medium.

question: What materials are used in making multidimensional art?

answer: Materials used in making multidimensional art are paper, rubber, plastic, sculpture, textiles, milk cartons, or even beads.

question: How many multi-dimensional artists are listed in the article?

answer: There are three multi-dimensional artists listed in the article.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This article discusses the makings of multidimensional art and how artists create another dimension and what materials they can use to make another dimension.