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So this is my first story that I have ever written. Its still a work in progress and there's a lot of grammar mistakes because I've been typing it up on my phone. I'm just looking to see what you guys think of the plot line or any other suggestions you guys might have. Thanks and I hope you enjoy.

	Clank ……….. Clank ……………….. Clank. My eyes snapped open at that thunderous sound. It was like a hellish hammer smashing against stone and metal. I couldn’t seen anything but black. Everything was swallowed by the darkness. I reached out as another round of that reached sound began. It was like my head was throbbing with each sound. I tried to cover my ears but there was something covering my face, some kind of mask. I could taste a hint of metal in the air and followed the tube down to a metal cylinder that I had to guess was about the size of my leg. Moving my hands and feet outward I could feel the rough stone that was all around me. I was in a box, a gods damn tiny ass stone box. I have to be in one of the hells, my own personal hell. Trapped in eternal darkness with that damn noise, my whole body cringed as it kept repeating getting faster. I couldn’t take it anymore, covering my ears I yelled with all my might “FUCKING STOP GODS DAMN IT”. It did, it was the most beautiful silence that I’ve ever heard, but just as I felt the slightest bit of relief there was this horrifying scratching. It was like metal being dragged against stone but it was so loud. My head felt like it was going to explode. I covered my ears trying to make it stop but it was still there shacking my stone prison. After what felt like a lifetime the sound stopped. Relief, the sound of nothing was never sweeter, hell I would even take that clanking noise over the scraping. Then the stone above me started moving and a bring light blinded me. I slammed my eyes shut wait for whatever came next. I felt a gentle hand slowly touch mine. Please be an angel her to take me to haven. Then a sweet soft voice, a voice that I knew said “Hey Danny can you hear me?” I opened my eyes just as the light moved away from my face.
“Valerie” I said as I quickly sat up, which was a huge mistaken because my head started spinning. Valerie quickly pulled me into a tight hug, after a few seconds my head righted its self and I hugged her back.
“You two can get a room later if you want but right now we need to get going.” a voice said from above us. Even in the dark I could see her face turn to a dark scarlet color as she pulled away from the hug. Turning to look above me I saw the source of the voice. “How are you feeling buddy?” Nash said. He was wearing his normal smirk but I could tell something was wrong by the look in his eyes. It didn't show his normal cocky attitude, they were cold and suspicious. That and he wasn't wearing his uniform. He had street clothes on with a long black trench coat, no doubt to conceal his sidearm.
“Confused and I have one hell of a headache” I said as he reached down, pulling me out of the pit.
 “Well we have a lot to catch you up on so let’s get out of here.” He said as he started heading towards a parked truck. Valerie grabbed my arm and start pulling me after him as I took the first good look around at my surrounding. Lightning slashed above us lighting up the sea of stones around us.
“Ummm Nash, why was I buried in a grave? Nash?” I shouted.
Thunder crashed over head as Valerie looked up and said with a worried look on her face “Don't worry we will explain everything on the way.”
I followed them to the truck and slid in the back seat with Valerie, Nash walked around to the passenger seat. Even as he sat down he didn’t seem to relax. He kept his hand on his side arm.
“Hey it's good to see you up and around. How are you feeling?” June said from the driver seat.
“Thanks, just a headache. But someone really needs to tell me what's going on. The last thing I remember is heading to to a sparing session and now I'm waking up in a grave. So what the hell is happening? I said, looking at each of then waiting for an answer.
“The palace was attacked and you were knocked unconscious in the first explosion. It injured or killed a lot of our brothers. The royal guard is down to about 100 fight ready soldiers. Most of us are wanted in connection to the attack.  Valerie was able to get you to the medical ward and fake your death to smuggle you out.” Nash said staring out his passenger window towards the once brilliantly lit imperial tower. It had been a beacon of hope for much of the world for the past 500 years. It had always been lit up. But now all you could see is it's silhouette when the lightning flashed.  I could tell that Valerie was crying even though she was facing away from me. She knew most of them just as well as us from being one of our doctors. She lost a lot of friends, we all had.  But we've lost friends before, she hasn't. I wish I was still in that coffin listening to the scraping and hammering. I would trade an eternity in hell to bring back anyone of my dead brothers and sisters. Life doesn't work that way though, not anymore at least.
“I'm so sorry about burying you in a coffin but it was the only way I could think of getting you out of there. I just don't know what else to do and I didn’t think they would bury you that fast.” Valerie barely whispered. I could still see more tear welling up in her brown eyes as she said it.
“It's ok you didn't have any other choice” I said while trying to give her the most sincere smile I could. “You did what you though was best, and thank you for getting me out alive.” It didn't bother me that she did that. I just don't understand how such a thing like this could happen. “Who did this? I asked.  None of them said anything,
Nash was the first to say something. “It's not good.” While never moving his eyes from the window.
“We think it was Sky admiral Havren. His flag ship arrived above the city ten minutes before the attack and he arrive in the tower right as the fighting stopped. We think it's a power play I take over the empire. June said. “He has publicly claimed to have arrived just in time to stop the fighting between loyal royal guardsmen and a group of guardsmen who were attempting to assassinate the emperor and has since assumed power.”
“What about the emperor? Or even Alexandria? She's the heiress shouldn't she take the throne before him? I asked.
June spoke up after Nash didn't respond. “The emperor is currently at our safe house but he was near the explosion and is still in a coma. As far as Alexandria, she's still alive and well. She still has her personal guards with her in the palace, and we believe that try are still loyal to the imperial family but we haven't been able to contact any of them. As of right now we are going on the assumption that she is more or less a hostage with her guard and the admiral has some plan for her.  But we haven't been able to contact them. Havren has declared the rest of us traitors and fugitives. Without her support we have to remain hidden and scattered. It will only be a matter of time before we are all hunted down.”
“So where are we going then?”
“June’s aunt has a old mansion on just a few minutes away and we have set up a base camp in the old cellar and tunnels underneath.” Valerie said.
I could remember a couple of years back when June first applied to join the guard as a marksmen. Everyone just wrote the five foot five rich girl off, but not our captain. He insisted on giving her a fair shot, and  she get one.  I don't know what it was that he saw in her at the time but when she took her first shots on that range she was like an artist; even with a rifle that was almost bigger then her. She has been our squad ever since.
We pulled up the long gravel drive towards the mansion. Ha mansion this place was like a castle.
“We’ll park around back under some trees.” June said. “That will hide the truck and we can use the garden entrance.”
“Hey June why are all the lights off? Doesn’t your aunt live here?
“Nope no one has lived here in about five years so we can use it as long as we need to.” June said.
“Damn your family is that rich and I've still been buying you coffee all this time.” Nash said.
“Well actually my dad cut me off for the most part when I join the guard. He said It wasn't an appropriate career for a noble lady or some bullshit like that.” June said.
“Oh umm sorry I didn’t know.” Nash stammered out. June just kind of shrugged it off while Valerie and shared a glance as we felt the awkwardness descend on us like a heave fog. June seemed to be the only one who didn't feel it.
“Ok well welcome to our summer home” June said as she threw the truck in park and we all climbed out. The rain had stopped and a full moon was shining through a hole in the clouds as thunder rolled in the distance.  I fully expected Nash to make some smart ass remark about the whole summer house thing but he must have still felt bad about bring up Junes past. We walked though the garden full of dead flowers an bushes. Everything around us was just dead. There weren’t even any weeds growing. This place gave me the chills. I've been through firefights, been shot and stabbed, I've stared death in the eyes but I've never felt such an erie feeling before. I felt Valerie's arm brush against mine as she moved a little bit closer and it almost made me jump. We finally walked into a small shed where June pulled up a trap door and we all descended into the darkness.

Sorry for the crappy formatting, this is my first post ever.

title: [SF]My first story

question: Explain why Danny was found in a coffin.

answer: Danny woke up in a coffin. Valerie and Nate dig him out and Nate explains to him that the palace was attacked and Danny was knocked unconscious by the explosion. Most of them are wanted in connection to the attack and the only way Valeria could smuggle him out was to pretend that he was dead. They believe it was part of Sky admiral Havren's plan to take over the empire.

question: What does the text say about Danny and Valerie?

answer: Danny and Valerie seem to be in a romantic relationship but it is not specified in the story. It is only implied that they like each other.

question: What does the text say about Alexandria?

answer: Alexandria is the rightful heir to the throne but the admiral took over instead. She is believed to be under the custody of her royal guardsmen. They are unsure of her safety.

question: What does the text say about June?

answer: June is a part of Danny's squad. She used to be a royal and pursued being a marksman. She was known for being good with a rifle and has been part of their squad since she first joined the guard. Her father cut her off because he does not believe this is a job for a noble lady although that decision did not seem to bother her.


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UNICOI COUNTY () is a county located in the U.S. state of Tennessee. As of the 2010 census, the population was 18,313.[1] Its county seat is Erwin.[2] _Unicoi_ is a Cherokee word meaning “white,” “hazy,” “fog-like,” or “fog draped.”[3]

Unicoi County is part of the Johnson City Metropolitan Statistical Area, which is a component of the Johnson City–Kingsport–Bristol, TN-VA Combined Statistical Area, commonly known as the “Tri-Cities” region.

History

Unicoi County was created in 1875 from portions of Washington and Carter counties. Its first settlers had arrived more than century earlier but the population had been small.[4] The county remained predominantly agrarian until the railroads were constructed in the area in the 1880s.[5]

During the 1910s, the Clinchfield Railroad established a pottery in Erwin, which eventually incorporated under the name, “Southern Potteries.” This company produced a popular brand of dishware, commonly called Blue Ridge China, which featured hand-painted underglaze designs. While the company folded in the 1950s, Blue Ridge dishes remain popular with antique collectors.[6]

In 1916, a circus elephant, Mary, was hanged in Erwin for killing her trainer. Hanging was chosen as the method of execution since all available guns were believed inadequate for killing an elephant.[7] The hanging was the subject of a book, _The Day They Hung the Elephant_, by Charles Edwin Price.

Pronunciation

Hear it spoken (Voice of Unicoi County Mayor Greg Lynch, 2010)

Geography

[The Appalachian Trail approaching the summit of Big Bald]

According to the U.S. Census Bureau, the county has a total area of , of which is land and (0.2%) is water.[8] It is the fifth-smallest county in Tennessee by total area. The Nolichucky River, which enters Unicoi County from North Carolina, is the county's primary drainage.

Unicoi County is situated entirely within the Blue Ridge Mountains,[9] specifically the Bald Mountains (south of the Nolichucky) and the Unaka Range (north of the Nolichucky). Big Bald, which at is the highest mountain in the Balds, is also Unicoi County's high point.[10] Traversed by the Appalachian Trail, the mountain is topped by a grassy bald, allowing a 360-degree view of the surrounding mountains.

Adjacent counties

-   Washington County (north)
-   Carter County (northeast)
-   Mitchell County, North Carolina (east)
-   Yancey County, North Carolina (south)
-   Madison County, North Carolina (southwest)
-   Greene County (west)

National protected areas

-   Appalachian Trail (part)
-   Cherokee National Forest (part)

State protected areas

-   Rocky Fork State Park

Major Highways

-   -   -   -   -   -   -

Demographics

As of the census[11] of 2000, there were 17,667 people, 7,516 households, and 5,223 families residing in the county. The population density was 95 people per square mile (37/km²). There were 8,214 housing units at an average density of 44 per square mile (17/km²). The racial makeup of the county was 97.96% White, 0.07% Black or African American, 0.25% Native American, 0.08% Asian, 0.03% Pacific Islander, 0.95% from other races, and 0.66% from two or more races. 1.94% of the population were Hispanic or Latino of any race.

There were 7,516 households, out of which 26.60% had children under the age of 18 living with them, 56.40% were married couples living together, 9.50% had a female householder with no husband present, and 30.50% were non-families. 27.50% of all households were made up of individuals, and 13.40% had someone living alone who was 65 years of age or older. The average household size was 2.31 and the average family size was 2.80.

In the county, the population was spread out, with 20.50% under the age of 18, 7.50% from 18 to 24, 27.50% from 25 to 44, 26.50% from 45 to 64, and 18.10% who were 65 years of age or older. The median age was 42 years. For every 100 females, there were 95.10 males. For every 100 females age 18 and over, there were 91.60 males.

The median income for a household in the county was $29,863, and the median income for a family was $36,871. Males had a median income of $30,206 versus $20,379 for females. The per capita income for the county was $15,612. About 8.70% of families and 13.10% of the population were below the poverty line, including 17.70% of those under age 18 and 13.50% of those age 65 or over.

Communities

Towns

-   Erwin (county seat)
-   Unicoi

Census-designated place

-   Banner Hill

Unincorporated communities

-   Bumpus Cove (partial)
-   Flag Pond
-   Limestone Cove

Politics

  Year                               Republican                                  Democratic                                  Third Parties
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  style=“text-align:center;” |2016   style=“text-align:center;” |78.8% _5,671_   style=“text-align:center;” |17.5% _1,262_   3.7% _262_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2012   style=“text-align:center;” |71.0% _5,032_   style=“text-align:center;” |27.0% _1,913_   2.0% _141_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2008   style=“text-align:center;” |69.4% _5,011_   style=“text-align:center;” |29.2% _2,107_   1.5% _105_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2004   style=“text-align:center;” |67.4% _5,030_   style=“text-align:center;” |31.8% _2,374_   0.8% _59_
  style=“text-align:center;” |2000   style=“text-align:center;” |58.8% _3,780_   style=“text-align:center;” |39.9% _2,566_   1.3% _83_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1996   style=“text-align:center;” |54.3% _3,122_   style=“text-align:center;” |37.0% _2,131_   8.7% _502_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1992   style=“text-align:center;” |51.9% _3,344_   style=“text-align:center;” |36.8% _2,375_   11.3% _728_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1988   style=“text-align:center;” |66.8% _3,664_   style=“text-align:center;” |32.7% _1,794_   0.5% _28_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1984   style=“text-align:center;” |71.1% _4,249_   style=“text-align:center;” |28.4% _1,696_   0.6% _34_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1980   style=“text-align:center;” |65.5% _3,828_   style=“text-align:center;” |32.2% _1,880_   2.3% _136_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1976   style=“text-align:center;” |55.5% _3,211_   style=“text-align:center;” |43.7% _2,526_   0.8% _45_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1972   style=“text-align:center;” |81.4% _3,877_   style=“text-align:center;” |17.3% _822_     1.4% _67_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1968   style=“text-align:center;” |65.5% _3,327_   style=“text-align:center;” |17.9% _910_     16.6% _843_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1964   style=“text-align:center;” |57.7% _2,731_   style=“text-align:center;” |42.3% _2,000_   style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1960   style=“text-align:center;” |75.0% _4,004_   style=“text-align:center;” |24.8% _1,322_   0.2% _10_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1956   style=“text-align:center;” |77.7% _3,978_   style=“text-align:center;” |21.7% _1,111_   0.6% _30_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1952   style=“text-align:center;” |74.8% _3,453_   style=“text-align:center;” |25.2% _1,163_   style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1948   style=“text-align:center;” |67.4% _1,927_   style=“text-align:center;” |29.5% _844_     3.1% _90_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1944   style=“text-align:center;” |71.9% _1,992_   style=“text-align:center;” |28.1% _779_     style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1940   style=“text-align:center;” |64.7% _1,863_   style=“text-align:center;” |34.2% _985_     1.2% _33_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1936   style=“text-align:center;” |67.1% _1,850_   style=“text-align:center;” |31.9% _879_     1.0% _27_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1932   style=“text-align:center;” |66.9% _1,716_   style=“text-align:center;” |33.1% _850_     style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1928   style=“text-align:center;” |84.3% _2,043_   style=“text-align:center;” |15.5% _375_     0.3% _7_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1924   style=“text-align:center;” |72.7% _1,381_   style=“text-align:center;” |20.1% _381_     7.3% _138_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1920   style=“text-align:center;” |82.4% _2,584_   style=“text-align:center;” |17.5% _547_     0.1% _4_
  style=“text-align:center;” |1916   style=“text-align:center;” |81.0% _961_     style=“text-align:center;” |19.0% _226_     style="text-align:center;|
  style=“text-align:center;” |1912   style=“text-align:center;” |22.8% _280_     style=“text-align:center;” |13.9% _170_     63.3% _776_

  : PRESIDENTIAL ELECTIONS RESULTS[12]

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[9] Tennessee Department of Environment and Conservation, et al., “Ambient Air Monitoring Plan,” Environmental Protection Agency website, 1 July 2010. Accessed: 18 March 2015.

[10] Tom Dunigan, Tennessee County High Points, Tennessee Landforms. Retrieved: 7 November 2013.

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title: Unicoi County, Tennessee

question: What does the text say about the Apaches?

question: What does the text say about Unicoi County, Tennessee?

answer: Unicoi County is located in the U.S. state of Tennessee. There were 18,313 people in the county as of the 2010 census. Its county seat is Erwin. Unicoi is part of the Johnson City Metropolitan Statistical Area, which is a part of the Johnson City-Kingsport-Bristol, TN-VA Combined Statistical Area known as the "Tri-Cities" region. Unicoi County was created in 1875 from portions of Washington and Carter counties. The first settlers came a century earlier but the population had been small. The county was predominantly agrarian until the railroads came in the 1880s. Parts of the Appalachian Trail and the Cherokee National Forest (National protected), as well as Rocky Fork State Park (State protected), are in Unicoi County.

question: Summarize the most interesting facts about Unicoi, Tennessee.

answer: "Unicoi" is a Cherokee word meaning "white", "hazy", "fog-like" or "fog draped". The Clinchfield Railroad established a pottery in Erwin which became "Southern Potteries". The company made the popular hand-painted dishes called Blue Ridge China, which are popular with antique collectors. In 1916, a circus elephant named Mary was hanged in Erwin for killing her trainer. Unicoi County is situated entirely within the Blue Ridge Mountains, specifically the Bald Mountains and the Unaka Range. Big Bald, the highest mountain in the Balds, is Unicoi Couty's high point.

question: What does the text say about the demographics in Unicoi, Tennessee?

answer: As of the 2000 census, Unicoi County's population stood at 17,667 people. There were 7,516 households and 5,223 families residing in the county, giving the county a population density of 95 people per square mile. The racial makeup of the county was 97.96% White, 1.94%  Hispanic or Latino of any race, 0.07% Black or African American, 0.25% Native American, 0.08% Asian, 0.03% Pacific Islander, 0.95% from other races, and 0.66% from two or more races. The population's median age was 42 years, spread out with 20.50% under the age of 18, 7.50% from 18 to 24, 27.50% from 25 to 44, 26.50% from 45 to 64, and 18.10% who were 65 years of age or older. The median income for a household in the county was $29,863, and the median income for a family was $36,871. The per capita income for the county was $15,612. About 8.70% of families and 13.10% of the population were below the poverty line, including 17.70% of those under age 18 and 13.50% of those aged 65 or over.


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ANTONIO ALFANO is an American football defensive tackle. He attended Colonia High School and committed to the University of Alabama on May 18, 2018. On November 4, 2019, Alfano transferred from Alabama to the University of Colorado. On May 29, 2020 it was reported that he was no longer a member of the Colorado football team. As of August 19, 2020 Alfano was reinstated to the football team.

High school career

Raised in Rahway, New Jersey, Alfano attended the local public schools through eighth grade before enrolling at Bergen Catholic High School.[1] He transferred to Rahway High School in his hometown, before moving from Rahway to the Avenel section of Woodbridge Township, New Jersey and transferring to Colonia High School in New Jersey.[2][3] As a senior, Alfano was a 5-star recruit and the fifth-ranked overall player in the class of 2019, and was named to the All-American team by MaxPreps.[4] He received scholarship offers from Alabama, Notre Dame, Florida State, Florida, LSU, USC, Miami, Ohio State, Penn State, Rutgers and others.[5]

College career

As a freshman at Alabama, Alfano was absent from class and practices in September for unspecified reasons, though Alfano's father tweeted that his absence may have stemmed from Alfano's grandmother, who had been in ill-health at the time.[6] Alfano entered the NCAA transfer portal on September 13, 2019 and Colorado Buffaloes head coach (and former Alabama Crimson Tide defensive backs coach) Mel Tucker announced that Alfano had transferred to Colorado on November 4, 2019.[7] Alabama head coach Nick Saban addressed Alfano's time with the team by saying Alfano, “basically quit.”[8] He did not play any games for the Crimson Tide.[9]

Buffaloes head coach Mel Tucker had previously recruited Alfano to Georgia, where Tucker was the Defensive Coordinator at the time.[10] One month after Alfano officially enrolled at Colorado, Buffaloes head coach Mel Tucker left the program to take the same position at Michigan State University, while Alfano's position coach at Colorado, Jimmy Brumbaugh, also left the program the same week to take a coaching job at the University of Tennessee.[11] On May 29, 2020, it was reported that Alfano was no longer enrolled at Colorado and no longer a member of the football team. [12] As of August 19, 2020 Alfano was reinstated to the football team. [13]

[1] Tufaro, Greg. “Top national football recruit transfers to Rahway from Belic”, _Courier News_, August 11, 2017. Accessed November 13, 2019. “Alfano attended Rahway public schools for nine years before enrolling at Bergen Catholic as a high school freshman.”

[2] Hunt, Todderick. “Breaking: N.J.'s top defender Antonio Alfano transferring from Rahway to Colonia for senior year”, NJ Advance Media for NJ.com, February 23, 2018. Accessed November 13, 2019. “Top defensive end Antonio Alfano will transfer once again after moving to Rahway from Bergen Catholic last fall. This time, he'll go to Colonia (N.J.) following a change of residence from Rahway to Avenel -- a move that gains him no athletic advantage.”

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[4] Alabama’s Antonio Alfano, 5-star recruit from N.J., enters transfer portal. _NJ.com_. 13 September 2019.

[5] BREAKING: N.J.'s top defender Antonio Alfano transferring from Rahway to Colonia for senior year. _NJ.com_. 23 February 2018.

[6] Antonio Alfano, the top-ranked player in Alabama's 2019 recruiting class, enters the transfer portal. _CBS Sports_. 13 September 2019.

[7] Ex-Alabama five-star defensive lineman Antonio Alfano transfers to Colorado. _CBS Sports_. 4 November 2019.

[8] Source: Alabama's Antonio Alfano in transfer portal month after dad's tweets. _ESPN_. 16 October 2019.

[9] After 5-game skid, Colorado needs to win out for bowl berth. _Washington Post_. 8 November 2019.

[10] Antoni Alfano Is a Big Get, But There Is a Red Flag. _Sports Illustrated_. 5 November 2019.

[11] CU defensive lineman Antonio Alfano makes statement on Instagram. February 13, 2020

[12] Colorado DL Antonio Alfano, former five-star Alabama prospect, no longer with Buffaloes program. _CBS Sports_. 29 May 2020

[13] Colorado Buffaloes Football: Antonio Alfano reinstated from suspension. _The Ralphie Report_. 20 August 2020

title: Antonio Alfano

question: What schools did Alfano attend?

answer: He attended Colonia High School, the University of Alabama, and the University of Colorado.

question: Did Alfano ever make it to the NFL?

answer: Based off the article, it does not seem that way. As of the time of the article, he only has a college football career.

question: Describe Alfano's time as a freshman at Alabama.

answer: Alfano was absent from class and practices in September for unspecified reasons

question: What happened when Alfano was a senior in high school?

answer: Alfano was a 5-star recruit and the fifth-ranked overall player in the class of 2019. He was also named to the All-American team by MaxPreps.

question: List all of the colleges mentioned in this article.

answer: University of Alabama, University of Colorado, Notre Dame, Florida State, Florida, LSU, USC, Miami, Ohio State, Penn State, University of Tennessee, Bergen Catholic,

question: Who is Jimmy Brumbaugh?

answer: He was the position coach at Colorado in 2019, but later took a coaching job at the University of Tennessee.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: This article details the high school and college football career of Antonio Alfano. He is an American football defensive tackle. As of August 19, 2020 Alfano was reinstated on the University of Colorado football team.


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An American adult actor has claimed Donald Trump tried to convince her to “have some fun” with him and another porn star.

Alana Evans said she met the future US president when staying near the July 2006 American Century Golf Championship in Nevada.

Ms Evans, who was inducted into Adult Video News’ Hall of Fame in 2015, said she ran into her close friend Stephanie Clifford, who performs under the stage name “Stormy Daniels”.

According to Ms Evans, Ms Clifford asked if she wanted to come and spend time with her and Mr Trump in the evening, but she declined.

“Stormy calls me four or five times, by the last two phone calls she’s with Donald [Trump] and I can hear him, and he’s talking through the phone to me saying, ‘Oh come on Alana, let’s have some fun! Let’s have some fun! Come to the party, we’re waiting for you’,” Ms Evans told the _Daily Beast_.

“And I was like, ‘OMG it’s Donald Trump!’ Men like him scare me because they have so much power and this was way before his presidential nomination. So I bailed on them and turned my phone off.”

Ms Evans said she spoke to Ms Clifford the next day to apologise for not showing up and ask how the evening had turned out.

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“She tells me, 'All I’m going to say is: I ended up with Donald in his hotel room. Picture him chasing me around his hotel room in his tighty-whities,'" she told the publication.

“I was like, ‘Oh I really didn’t need to hear that!’ Then she said he offered her keys to his condos in Florida, and I was like, ‘Wow, guess you had a good night,’ and that was the last we ever spoke of it.”

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The site also reported Jessica Drake, a third actor who accused Mr Trump of sexual misconduct before the 2016 election, is now subject to a non-disclosure agreement.

The news outlet claimed it had been in talks with Ms Clifford about doing an interview but she decided against it just days before the 2016 presidential vote.

This comes after the _Wall Street Journal_ reported on Friday Mr Trump’s lawyer arranged a $130,000 (£95,000) payment to Ms Clifford as part of a deal to silence her about an alleged sexual encounter with Mr Trump.

Michael Cohen, a long-serving Trump Organisation lawyer, is reported to have arranged the payment to the former adult actor in October 2016 on condition she sign a non-disclosure agreement.

The alleged sexual encounter between Ms Clifford and Mr Trump took place after a Lake Tahoe celebrity golf tournament - just a year after Mr Trump married his third wife, Melania.

A lawyer for Mr Cohen denounced the story as a “complete and utter lie” in a statement sent to _The Independent_.

“This is recycled old fake news that has no validity whatsoever and everyone named, including Mr Cohen vehemently denies this,” David Schwartz, his attorney, said.

“It is fake news like this that has people questioning what is real and what is fake.”

Mr Cohen also released a statement dated 10 January and purportedly signed by Ms Clifford, in which she claimed her involvement with Mr Trump was limited to a just few public appearances. She said allegations “I had a sexual and/or romantic affair with Mr Trump many, many, many years ago” were “completely false”.

The statement said: “Rumours that I have received hush money from Donald Trump are completely false.”

In a statement, the White House also took aim at “old, recycled reports, which were published and strongly denied prior to the election”.

But a number of outlets substantiated the _Wall Street Journal_ report and Jacob Weisberg, editor-in-chief of the Slate Group, told the _New York Times_ Ms Clifford told him about her relationship with Mr Trump in several interviews in 2016. He also gave the _Times_ text messages exchanged with Ms Clifford and a draft settlement agreement.

A number of women have accused Mr Trump of unwanted sexual advances, allegations the president has consistently rejected as false. The White House has said its official position is that the accusers are liars.

_The Independent_ contacted a representative of Ms Evans for comment.

question: What does the text say about a non-disclosure agreement?

answer: Jessica Drake, who accuses Donald Trump of sexual misconduct, signs a non-disclosure agreement. The Wall Street Journal reports that Michael Cohen, one of Trump's lawyers, arranges the payment of $130,000 to a Ms. Clifford in exchange for her signature on a non-disclosure agreement. She denies receiving any such payment.

question: Summarize what happened in 2018.


text:
2/11/1373, 6/30/1908, 7/7/1997, 11/1/2011, 6/21/2013, 11/18/2013, ?

32492/ 6 = 5415.33 194952/365=534.115 902.55

The Bloop...

That’s what it was called at the time, The “Bloop” , because I guess we didn’t have anything better to call it. And to be honest, after reviewing the audio several times, it did kinda sound like a bloop. The kinda noise when a large volume of water is displaced all at once. We were lucky on that one, or unlucky. Maybe if we had recognized it for what it was…

I’m getting ahead of myself.

I believe it was the Olmecs that first encountered the phenomena around 1831 BCE. There’s this monument, they call it the San Martin Pajapan Monument now, that was carved in approximately that time period. The statue is early example of their artwork, showing a young lord or demi god, holding up a ceremonial bar. The general consensus is that it was a figure meant to be establishing the center of the universe. What little we can translate of their culture and writing, the statue was placed at a location that they viewed as being a place of powerful energy. Maybe they saw something in the hills between those two volcanoes. Something that defied nature. There’s no fossil or archeological evidence, but it just fits, you know? By working backwards with the math?

The first recorded incident was February 11th, 1373CE outside of what is modern day Baghdad, Iraq. I say this is the first “recorded” incident for a reason. What happened outside of the recovering city was never properly documented. The Il-Khanids, Mongol rulers of their captured Arabian lands, weren’t too keen on writing down things that didn’t involve the glory of the Mongol empire. What can be gleaned from the entire TWO historical documents concerning the event, was a massive shockwave tipped over several ships on the river, as well as toppling dozens of homes within the city. The writings from the era said that a pressure wave, described by them as “the air punched at our chests as if a forceful man ” , originating from the desert sands east of the city. I calculate the epicenter to have been 1 mile east north east of the cities’ harbor, of approximately 63 kilotons of TNT in strength, somewhat less than the destructive threshold of the atomic warhead dropped on Hiroshima by the United States during World War 2. The effects of being so close to a blast of that magnitude would have been similar to what was described by the accounts. I can consequently see why no one cared. It was not a great era of scientific curiosity. It was written off like any myriad of events during that era.

The second recorded event occurred on June 30th, 1908. Centered around 5 miles South South east of Lake Cheko, in Tunguska, Russia. I’m sure you’ve heard of that one, though. What’s more commonly known as, The Tunguska Blast. Up until last month, it was easily attributed to a rogue asteroid or cometoid exploding in mid air over the deserted forest. Official estimates vary, but the explosive force rattled windows 400 miles away. It hammered the Siberian wilds with what we now know was around 2 megatons of explosive force. Speculation was, that had such an event occurred in a populated city in that era, say for instance, Paris, London, or New York City. The death toll would have numbered in hundreds of thousands. We were “lucky” though, it was a deserted location, very few people were injured. Hell it took months for a study team to even venture out into the frozen woodlands to survey the damage back then. Again, No one really cared.

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title: Happy Early Halloween! I hope it's a fun read for you.

question: What are the three historical precedents to the "Bloop" mentioned in the text?

answer: The first era of historical precedent is a monument constructed by the Olmecs to denote a place of powerful energy. The author implies that they "saw something" on a hill between two volcanoes. The next era of historical precedent is 14th century Baghdad (8th century Hijri) when a massive shockwave tipped over several ships on the river, as well as toppling dozens of homes in the city. Then the author mentions the Tunguska event as being another instance of "the Bloop." However, the text cut off before we learn more.


text:
Compared to other parts of the world — where female warriors are written off as myths and female scientists have had to fight for recognition — the villages of an ethnic group in Southwest China stand out. The Mosuo live in what's called a "kingdom of women."

In matrilineal Mosuo culture, women inherit property, plant crops, and run households. Grandmothers act as heads of households. Children take the mother’s surname. Perhaps the most famous feature of Mosuo culture are the “walking marriages” – arrangements where partners don’t live in the same household. Instead, women can choose as many or few male partners as they choose, and raise the children independently of their fathers.

The women run the show and it's having a profound impact on their health.

The cultural differences between matrilineal Mosuo and their counterparts, who live in patrilineal societies, are evident in the body according to a study published Monday in _Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences._

Mosuo women living in matrilineal societies tend to have far fewer markers of chronic disease – including lower blood pressure and signs of inflammation which can lead to heart disease or diabetes.

Siobhán Mary Mattison is the study’s senior author and the director of the University of New Mexico’s Human Family and Evolutionary Demography Laboratory. She tells _Inverse_ that the Mosuo don’t have it easy in either matrilineal or patrilineal societies, but the women-dominated societies offer them one crucial ingredient that may be playing out in their long-term health: autonomy.

“Women work really hard doing day-to-day household labor in both settings, but in the matrilineal communities, they do so with help from their natal families and with significant autonomy in decision making,” she tells _Inverse._

The Mosuo have been called "China's last matriarchy." TPG / Getty Images

How does culture affect health? – Mattison’s study analyzed blood samples from 371 Mosuo women and blood pressure readings from 958 women who lived in either matrilineal or patrilineal societies. The team analyzed blood samples looking for signs of C-reactive protein, a marker of inflammation, while also taking blood pressure measurements.

In patrilineal societies, 8 percent of women showed signs of chronic inflammation — more than double that of men. The same pattern held for blood pressure measurements. Thirty-three percent of women had high blood pressure in patrilineal societies compared to about 26 percent of men.

In matrilineal societies, the pattern wasn’t just dampened. It was completely reversed.

In that case, 6 percent of men showed signs of chronic inflammation compared to 4 percent of women. Twenty-eight percent of men had high blood pressure compared to 26 percent of women.

This might look like men fare worse in female-dominated society, but the paper suggests that’s not the story these numbers tell. The statistical analysis showed that the detrimental effects of living in a patrilineal society for women were statistically significant. By comparison, the health effects of living in a matrilineal society on men weren’t as statistically strong.

In the paper, the authors argue this probably comes down to the fact that men still enjoy autonomy within matrilineal Mosuo societies and access to resources — suggesting that it is beneficial to have autonomy, regardless of gender. Being the head of a household — whether male or female — was linked to lower levels of C-reactive protein in the body, demonstrating a “protective effect” of autonomy, the authors explain.

However, the study shows that the “protective effect” of autonomy appears to be ESPECIALLY PRONOUNCED fOR WOMEN, says Mattison.

Mosuo women living in matrilineal socieites had lower blood pressure and lower rates of chronic inflammation.

“Women in these matrilineal communities have a great deal of autonomy in decision-making and excellent social support," she explains. "Given that women tend to be at greater risk of chronic disease worldwide, the fact that they actually do better than men in this realm of health is telling."

Beyond the Mosuo – The daily lives of the Mosuo and the daily lives of people in Western societies don’t make perfect comparisons. But the underlying issues that link autonomy and health can play out in any context.

One reason that the Mosuo women may fare worse in patrilineal societies is that they experience more psychosocial stress and its consequences, Mattison explains. There are clear links between social injustices like racism and stress responses in the body. Even the anticipation of prejudice is linked to an increase in blood pressure, a 2012 study found.

“The stresses of patriliny for women — distance from family, lower autonomy, and control — may activate cortisol and other physiological pathways of the stress response that, over the long term, can take a toll on their bodies, including through inflammation and blood pressure,” she says.

The detrimental effects of a loss of autonomy and control, particularly when gender roles rob someone of that control, have been documented in Western societies too. A survey of 1,596 women conducted in 2017 found that 18 percent had experienced discrimination in health care, 41 percent experienced discrimination in obtaining equal pay and promotions, and 31 experienced discrimination while applying for jobs.

Mattison cautions that the experiences of one group of people are not enough to explain the diverse experiences of humanity. We need far more research to pin down how gender roles can influence health in cultures around the world. But culture itself is universal, as is the fact that it can influence our health.

“Nonetheless, the bottom line is: we ignore culture at the peril of science and health,” she says.

Not recognizing how deep culture can penetrate – into our cells, hearts, and minds – means we’re missing a key piece of the puzzle.

  ABSTRACT: Women experience higher morbidity than men, despite living longer. This is often attributed to biological differences between the sexes; however, the majority of societies in which these disparities are observed exhibit gender norms that favor men. We tested the hypothesis that female-biased gender norms ameliorate gender disparities in health by comparing gender differences in inflammation and hypertension among the matrilineal and patrilineal Mosuo of China. Widely reported gender disparities in health were reversed among matrilineal Mosuo compared with patrilineal Mosuo, due to substantial improvements in women’s health, with no concomitant detrimental effects on men. These findings offer evidence that gender norms limiting women’s autonomy and biasing inheritance toward men adversely affect the health of women, increasing women’s risk for chronic diseases with tremendous global health impact.

question: Why do the Mosuo have a matriarchal society, and how to they maintain it?

question: Summarize the results of the study.

answer: According to the passage, in both patriarchal and matriarchal society, the gender with the higher level of autonomy and control are less subjected to health issues while those of the opposite gender suffer from more. However, it is noted that in matriarchal societies, males have better health than women in patriarchal societies.


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First Floor.
Her bare feet made no sound as she climbed the six flights of stairs to the tiny apartment she shared with her mother. She had spent her teenage years in this apartment, she only moved back after her father died, and her mothers mind began to go.

Second Floor.
Her father died suddenly of a heart attack in his late-fifties. Her mother took it horribly and began to forget how to do simple tasks and important things, birthdays for example. She refused to leave the apartment. Would cry at the very mention of her daughter even going to the grocery store. The daily fights with her mother lead to her dropping out of college.

Third Floor.
At ten 'o' clock earlier that night, her mother was already asleep in her recliner, when she crept through the living room and out the front door.It was the only way she got any freedom these days.

Fourth Floor.
She intended on going to her old favorite bar, she hadn't been there in months and hoped no one she knew would be there. No one there to notice she hadn't been around. No one to hurriedly explain to that her father died and her mother had become a crazy agoraphobic and now all she did was sit at home watching TV because then her mother wouldn't cry.

Fifth Floor.
He grabbed her, hand over her mouth and pulled her into an alleyway. She was so surprised she didn't even scream, she just asked "Why?" squinting in the dim light. "Why?"

Sixth Floor.
His fists struck her, again and again, in her face and stomach. An open palmed slap against her ear sent her reeling. She sobbed into her hands on the ground, barely comprehending what was happening. He pulled her up by her hair and pushed her against the rough brick wall of a dilapidated washateria. She didn't fight when he twisted her arm behind her back. She didn't struggle when he reached up under her dress and pulled her panties down to her ankles.

Seventh Floor.
She silently slid her key into the deadbolt and carefully pushed the door open. It creaked loudly and her mother bolted up, awake, and began sobbing. "Why did you leave?? Why? Why?"

"Why?" she remembered asking. "Why?"

Her mother began pacing the living room, wringing her hands, babbling to herself about how it wasn't safe to leave.

The young woman placed her shoes on the mat by the front door and walked down the hall. She heard her mother again; "Why? Why did you leave? You can't leave me!"

As she closed her bedroom door behind her and turned the lock, dead eyes staring at her battered and bloody reflection, she said, quietly,

"I won't, momma."

title: [RF] Seventh Floor

question: What is life like for the young woman in the story?

answer: She lives with her sick mother and her father has died recently. Her mother is an agoraphobe with separation anxiety and the young woman just wants to escape.

question: What happens to the woman when she goes out?

answer: She is attacked by a man in an alleyway, beaten and raped.

question: How does the woman feel after sheäs been attacked?

answer: Numb. She takes herself back home and walks to her bedroom, closing the door and promising not to leave her mother again.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: A woman decides to escape her tragic homelife but in doing so ends up the victim of a horrible assault. She returns home to her distraught mother and goes to hide in her bedroom.


text:
Eleven? Eleven.

Eleven footballs the New England Patriots brought to Sunday's AFC championship game have now been determined by the NFL to be under-inflated – by 2 full pounds – according to ESPN, which cited the preliminary findings of a league investigation.

Eleven.

The home team in an NFL game is required to provide 12 footballs (plus 12 backups). Yet almost all of them came in at the same, illegal level, 2 pounds lighter? The ball is supposed to be inflated to between 12.5 pounds and 13.5 pounds per square inch, so 16 percent below the legal minimum.

[Bill Belichick will be at the center of the storm on Media Day on Tuesday. (USA TODAY Sports) ]

Bill Belichick will be at the center of the storm on Media Day on Tuesday. (USA TODAY Sports)
That's not a little. Not the number of under-inflated balls, not the amount they are under-inflated. Some gamesmanship of trying to pump up or down a ball is understood. Everyone is always trying to gain an edge. This isn't that. This isn't a coincidence. And, because it's the Patriots and because it's in the run-up to the Super Bowl at the end of a season when the NFL has been consumed by scandals, it's a huge story. Fair or not, that's life in the big city. Bill Belichick and company will have to deal with it.

Unless there is a reasonable explanation, and neither New England nor the NFL has offered one yet, the Patriots should worry about losing draft picks as punishment. Their reputation may never be fully recovered.

Forget overturning the victory over the Indianapolis Colts. It's not happening per NFL rules. It'll be New England-Seattle on Feb. 1 in Arizona • but not before Belichick's sure-to-be-legendary Media Day session on Tuesday. And Tom Brady's, too, because if anyone would know about this, it's the quarterback.

This is a brutal black eye to the reputation of a franchise that has tried desperately to move past Spygate. It's chum to its legion of critics. There may not be an explanation or exoneration that can change public opinion at this point. It's a situation that winds up being an insult to what we'll assume is the overwhelming number of players who don't know anything about mandated-inflation levels but have to have their hard work and accomplishments questioned.

This is a strange story that keeps getting stranger, a scandal that creates only more questions as it grows.

Let's start with this: How the heck didn't the refs notice?

The NFL has a detailed protocol when it comes to game balls. Per Rule 2, Section 1 of the book, each team is supposed to bring 12 official Wilson brand balls "bearing the signature of the Commissioner of the League, Roger Goodell." (More on him in a moment.)

Precisely two hours, 15 minutes prior to kickoff, all the footballs are checked in the referee locker room by the head ref, in this case Walt Anderson.

"The Referee shall be the sole judge as to whether all balls offered for play comply with these specifications," the rulebook reads. "A pump is to be furnished by the home club, and the balls shall remain under the supervision of the Referee until they are delivered to the ball attendant just prior to the start of the game."

[Before Tuesday's report, Tom Brady called suspicion of an under-inflated ball ridiculous. (Reuters) ]

Before Tuesday's report, Tom Brady called suspicion of an under-inflated ball ridiculous. (Reuters)
You can seemingly rule out the idea of the Patriots providing a pump that would provide inaccurate readings (if this is even possible) because it would have presumably then deemed the Indianapolis' footballs as overinflated. You can also give up on the weather altering the pressure because it would have done the same to the Colts' footballs and this isn't a story.

During a game each team uses its own footballs. So the Colts had theirs and the Pats had theirs. Why this is done in football (it's same at the college level) is another question. Kicking balls come straight from the manufacturer. Why not all footballs?

Anyway, if – if – the refs did their job before the game, then somehow New England managed to deflate 11 of the 12 balls during the heat of the game, all on a playing surface surrounded by cameras. To pull this off via sideline attendants or equipment managers is challenging but some in football say, commonplace. It's also, especially for New England, mind-numbingly brazen, especially to this level with that many footballs.

Then again, these are the Patriots, busted for Spygate back in 2007 and under suspicion from everyone outside of New England ever since.

Whenever they provide an explanation, it should be considered. It's worth noting that so far, the team hasn't denied anything. It has just said it would cooperate fully with the league, like it had an option to not cooperate.

Regardless, we're talking about 11 footballs. This isn't one that was deflated because Rob Gronkowski spiked it too hard. This isn't a couple that might have been defective. This isn't the weather causing just their footballs, but not the Colts', to lose pressure. This isn't … it doesn't matter.

Eleven. Eleven under-inflated footballs on a night when heavy rain made everything wet and a ball that is easier to grip makes passing, catching and dealing with snaps and handoffs easier. Eleven on a night when they had an offensive lineman catch a TD.

And who didn't "Do Your Job" and get to that 12th ball? It's about the only lack of execution New England had on Sunday.

It's still bizarre the refs didn't notice, or care. Two or three refs handle a football on each play. During Colts possessions the ball is inflated to one level and during New England possessions it's inflated to a different one? Wouldn't this seem obvious?

It was obvious enough someone from the Colts – an equipment man it seems – realized it after an interception brought one of New England's footballs to its sideline. It's why Indy complained.

How does the equipment man notice and grow troubled by it but not a team full of refs?

[D'Qwell Jackson's interception helped trigger a league probe of the Patriots. (AP) ]

D'Qwell Jackson's interception helped trigger a league probe of the Patriots. (AP)
It wasn’t until after the Jackson interception in the second quarter that the footballs became an issue. The Boston Globe reports that, "the league inspected each of the Patriots’ 12 game balls twice at halftime, using different pressure gauges, and found footballs that were not properly inflated."

We don't yet know if there was an issue with the footballs in the second half, when Brady actually was better statistically and New England blew the game open.

Then, of course, there is this: Why the heck would the Patriots even bother?

They beat the tar out of the Colts on Sunday, 45-7. They beat the tar out of the Colts in November, 42-20. They beat the tar out of the Colts in last year's playoffs, 43-22.

The Patriots can pretty much beat the tar out of the Colts anytime they want. They rushed for 657 yards and 13 touchdowns in those games. They could carry a cannon ball around and win the game. The contests were in three different weather situations – including inside Lucas Oil Stadium.

It wasn't the ball that caused New England to advance to the Super Bowl. It was its offensive line and defensive secondary and the frightening prospect of Brady getting to use play-action. The Pats win no matter what.

So why do this, why risk this, why care about the ball?

Maybe these questions are answered by the NFL's full declaration on this, but if it is determined it was purposeful subterfuge (rather than just one heck of a coincidence or referee failure or something else), then it's an example of arrogance, of gumption, or addiction to gaining an edge, any edge, even an unnecessary edge.

The Patriots should know better if only because they had to realize this becomes a far, far bigger story because of who they are and the history they have.

So many big scandals come from small things, forgettable things, stupid things. Nixon was winning the 1972 presidential election without Watergate. They broke in anyway.

It snowballs from there.

Now it's rolled right onto Roger Goodell's desk, the commissioner coming off the worst year of his tenure where trust in his ability to lead the NFL through trying times is decidedly low.

He can't blow this one. He can't come down weak on this one. He can't be anything but fully transparent.

Maybe every team in the league tries to work the footballs to their liking, but that isn't the issue now. Maybe it doesn't provide that big of an advantage, but that isn't the issue either (if there isn't that big of an advantage, then why do it?).

There's more to come. Explanations perhaps, a full report on the investigation, hopefully lots of openness. Goodell can't afford to look like a stooge for Patriots team owner Robert Kraft. This is a big deal now, a big deal that is overshadowing everything.

The rule is the rule. The Patriots are the Patriots. The Super Bowl is the Super Bowl.

And 11 is one ugly, seemingly inexplicable number.

question: What does the article say about unlikely explanations?

answer: It's unlikely that the Patriots used a pump that provided inaccurate readings, as it would have deemed the Indianapolis' footballs overinflated. It can also be ruled out that the weather altered the pressure of the balls, as it would have affected all balls equally. The balls also weren't deflated because of being spiked too hard. Nor were a couple of them defective, since there were a total of eleven under-inflated footballs.

question: What does the article say about specific players?

answer: If anyone is aware of the under-inflation, it would be Tom Brady. He called suspicion of an under-inflated ball ridiculous. There isn't a chance that a ball was deflated just because Rob Gronkowski spiked it too hard. It was D'Qwell Jackson's interception in the second quarter that triggered a league probe of the Patriots. Brady performed better statistically in the second half of the game. It was Brady getting to use play-action that helped New England advance to the Super Bowl.

question: What does the article say about Bill Belichick's career?


text:
“Come on, dude.  Just don't fuck Hannah,” he said, a whine coming into his voice.

He hadn't- that much was certain.  Maybe a pity handjob once, when she really began to realize how pathetic he was.  I guess I shouldn't be so harsh on the kid.  He gave it his best, miserable shot, and things fell through.  Now he was just going to blame himself, perhaps appropriately, but I couldn't fault him for going stiff as the Rockies the first time he saw her.  He was quicker than me to know what he wanted, I could give him credit for that.  But he didn't have my determination.

When I met this specimen on his first day of college, I knew immediately that something was weak about him.  I detected a strange mix of Eagle Scout values and the self-confidence that comes from a lifetime in Mom's basement.  He had the backbone of a beached jellyfish and the sexual instinct of a juvenile sloth that had sniffed too many paint thinners.  But the thought of exploiting him would never have crossed my mind.   Still doesn't, really.  What I do with my own penis is none of the kid's damned concern.

“Hi, I'm your RA, Steve,” I grinned.  He wilted, and I instead directed my handshake towards his mother.  Nice tits, really, still pretty firm considering she'd probably nursed this sack of shit until he was in high school.  I didn't see a father around, but I knew I still probably couldn't pull that off.  And there was no point in bothering with a surprising MILF when I was a senior with a private room, freshman pussy downstairs, gonna tear that shit up-

The kid knew how to make fast friends, I'd give him that.  He seemed to know as well as anyone that he was neither smart nor athletic, both unattractive and uninteresting.  But he had money, money that he converted into flashy toys that would give him the quick and shallow glow of false friendship.  I would stop by a few times a week to commandeer his Xbox, and pretend to listen to his troubles with women.

“I could hook you up with someone,” I joked.

“Dude, really, that'd be awesome.  Like don't tell anyone, but, well, I've never-”

“Shut up, shut up.  I don't want to hear about that.”

“So, for real?”

“Yeah.  One of my friends.  She could help you out with your 'little problem'.”  The damn kid.

He pestered me about that proposal for a while, which I'd suggested for no reason other than the hope that it might shut him the fuck up.  It backfired a little.  Thankfully, I'd had enough success with the junior girls that I didn't even need to hit up the freshman whores in our hall.  When I'd finally had enough, I took him to one of those sit-down nightclubs, not quite a bar, and let him watch my game.

I had two fingers deep in this chick's pussy when the kid made his life-changing discovery.  She was all over me in five minutes, said she was Canadian.  I could taste her black lipstick, and I got off just by hearing the little hiccup she gave when I touched her G-spot.  And the kid was nowhere to be seen.  I didn't give a fuck.  He'd better not tell anyone I'd brought him here.

As I dragged the Canadian along for the night, he bounced back up behind me.  “It's...” he paused for breath “it's a good night.”

“Sure is,” I laughed, as the drunken Canadian draped her arm across the back of my neck.  “Can you get back?”

“Yeah, yeah, I can!” he bubbled, and for once I felt something other than contempt for him.  He left my mind for the rest of the night as I fucked the Canadian mercilessly, but even then, she wasn't good enough to make me think it'd last forever.

I barely saw the kid for a week.  It was good to get a break from his bitching, but I didn't mind his Xbox and the free weed he'd been giving out lately.  To make things worse, my success with the ladies above the drinking age had faltered, and I'd been forced to take the plunge and tap into some freshman vagina.  It wasn't bad, really.  More of them were virgins than you'd think.

I came back late from a test one night and his door was open.  I peeked in and saw her.

He bumbled.  “Oh, yeah, this is Hannah,” he started.  “I guess we're kinda- I dunno-”

“I like him,” she shot up.

I gave the pair a look of wry amusement.  So the kid might finally have sex, I thought to myself.  I headed back to my room.  Hannah was reasonably attractive, though nothing about her stood out from the other freshman girls.  Except for that little indicator of confidence I'd seen- certainly, it offset him.  I had a booty call later with some nameless girl from the floor below.  Still unsatisfied, I masturbated a little to get to sleep.  The laptop on my chest was flipped open to some quality porn, and as I came, some unsettling feeling washed over me.  Feeling nauseous, I headed to the bathroom to wash my face.

It was gone now, my stomach settled, but my mind was still upset about something.  I walked out into the hall again, and saw Hannah sneak past the corner.  I did a double take.  Stalking quickly back to my room, I turned out all the lights and tried to sleep.  When I touched my penis again, Hannah's well-shaped body flashed through my mind.

Well, I just couldn't help it.  I devoured everything in my path- the darkest pornography I could find, the trashiest girls at the bars, even that Chinese chick in Econ who I'd been too intimidated by.  I was pleasantly surprised to find that she wanted the D like crazy.  But when she, too, abandoned my bed in the morning, I knew that I hadn't had enough.

I avoided the freshmen.  Still, I somehow couldn't keep Hannah off my mind.  The one girl I really shouldn't have, save for my mother.  If I made even the slightest move towards Hannah, I would never hear the end of this kid's complaints.  I saw her around campus sometimes, shot her a smile which she was unreliable at returning.  She just had an incredible *ass*, something I wanted to sink my teeth into like a vampire.  I couldn't control myself.  The kid must have noticed that I was stopping by his room more and more, without interest in the Xbox.  I just kept asking what was going on with Hannah.  But he was too fucking stupid to suspect *that*.

He knocked at a bad time.  I'd just finished with another blonde-haired freshman, this one with only a moderately voluptuous posterior.  For the first time in my life, I had a type.  She covered herself up, and I stepped outside.

“Dude...I need advice,” he sniveled.  “I haven't seen Hannah in a week.  She just...she doesn't seemed interested anymore.”

I consoled him like a jackal might assure a wounded antelope that the suffering would soon end.  “Don't worry,” I lied.

What was I thinking?  Was I really destroying this kid's relationship to get some ass?  I couldn't control myself at all anymore.

“Just give her some space.  Stop texting her.”

I was giddy.  I headed back inside and kicked the blonde out, hatching my plan.  Over the next few days, I kept seeing Hannah around campus.  There was no discernable change in her persona, but she met my gaze now.  Her eyelids would flutter, but her cheeks never flushed.  She had no shame, and knew exactly what she wanted.

“I think we're done,” the kid stated glumly.  “But like, I just have another problem...”

“What's that?” I intoned in an Academy Award-winning feint of concern.

“I keep seeing her on the floor.  And she doesn't even look at me, but like, well, it's an all-guys floor...”

“Well, maybe you can't trust her,” I shrugged.  “There are lots of women, it'll take you time to find a worthwhile one-”

“Just, dude,” he started.  “I think you're really cool and all, but like, you know, you haven't...”

“No, of course not,” I laughed harshly.

“Why does she keep coming down here?”

Fuck.  Was the kid onto me, or was he just jealous?

“Just do it for me,” he said.

“What are you talking about?  You're going to have to be more clear.”

“Come on, dude.  Just don't fuck Hannah.”

I assured him I wouldn't.  I was secretly thrilled at his timing, however- the clothes I was changing into weren't for the bar that night.  I showed him out, and grabbed an extra condom.

I'd insisted we do it in her room.  Somehow that tiny freshman dorm seemed tantalizing to me- I'd equated it as a sanctum with the smaller, biological one I was bound to enter, elevating both into divinity.

Hannah didn't scream or cry when we had sex, and she seemed remarkably composed afterwards.  I wasn't sure if I wanted her again, but I'd shrugged off my suspicion that she was like some early-maturing spider, trapping me in her sexuality for reasons unknown.  I felt little weight off my shoulders- in fact, the only thing I'd learned was that I was mostly a man led around by his penis, with a side hobby of devouring people's souls.

title: A Heart Sickening for Little Hannah

question: Is the narrator being a genuine friend?

answer: It may be implied that the narrator was not a genuine friend of the kid. He was close to him simply because he wanted to get close to Hannah.

question: What were the narrator's thoughts about Hannah?

answer: The narrator's thoughts about Hannah are purely sexual.

question: What would the story have been like had the narrator been a genuine friend of the kid?

answer: It may be implied that the narrator would not have broken his promise of not getting close to Hannah and instead would have acted as a support for the kid.


text:
Day 1: I am alone. There’s nothing around me but darkness. Well, darkness and the (incredibly rusty) bars of a cage. It’s considerably large, large enough for me to pace around (which believe me, is a feature that I came to love) but the fact that the ceiling is only located about half an inch from the top of my head when I’m standing creates a sense of claustrophobia. There are no exits, no doors, no windows. Just bars. Rusty bars.

Day 2: I awoke to the chilling touch of a winter’s breeze on my face. Strange, because if I remember correctly, it’s the middle of July. I spent most of today peering into the darkness, trying to see if there is anything out there. But no. There’s just me. Me and my cage.

Day 3: Weirdly, today was the first day in which I began to actually wonder why I was trapped in a cage in the middle of oblivion in the first place. For some reason, I didn’t question it until now. This is when the fear began to set in, because as I attempted to cast my mind back to where I was before I was in the cage, there’s nothing. No memories. As if I’ve been here all my life. Which can’t be true. At least, I don’t think…

Day 13: I can hear something. A faint tapping, coming from…well…everywhere. Whenever I turn to face the sound, it seems to move to behind me, above me, to my sides and even underneath me. Which doesn’t seem right since below me is (what I can only assume to be) solid stone.

Day 14: The tapping is getting louder…

Day 15: And louder…

Day 16: And louder…

Day 17: I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE! It’s everywhere, in the floor, in the bars, in my mind! Just constant, methodical banging drilling itself into my subconscious!

Day 23: I awoke today with the figure of a man outside my cage. My reaction to this was…interesting to say the least. Well, that is if you consider interesting to be screaming at the top of your lungs for 10 minutes straight and trying to force your entire body through a 2-inch hole between some rusty bars. I don’t know why I did this, looking back at it. Something about that figure just…wasn’t right. It made no sound, didn’t move except when it’s head tracked me around the cage and when I finally mustered up the courage to try to touch it, it just…vanished.

Day 26: So today was…interesting. After I woke up, and went through my usual routine: bang on my cage, cry until there are no tears left, the usual, I turned to face the figure, whom I decided to call Nicholas for no specific reason but to entertain myself (I have to entertain myself with something, being trapped in a cage, for over 3 weeks is surprisingly boring, you know?) but he wasn’t there. Instead, he was stood about 5 feet from the cage, seeming floating in the blackness. After I stared at him for about a minute, he raised his arms and his hands began to flow with a dark purple light. I looked at him in anticipation, waiting to see if he moved again, but that was it.

Day 28: Nicholas created feet. I know that sounds weird, but that’s the only way it can be explained. In front of Nicholas is a pair of human feet, the ankles of which are glowing the same colour as the energy floating around Nicholas’ hands. I can’t explain why, but looking at those feet filled me with that same feeling of dread that I experienced the first time that Nicholas turned up, so I looked away.

Day 37: There are legs now.

Day 45: A torso.

Day 48: Left arm

Day 49: Right arm

Day 52: I am anxious now. By this point, it’s pretty obvious that Nicholas is making a person. But the question is, who? That’s the question I ask myself as I stare at the neck of this mystery person, glowing with purple energy.

Day 53: He made me. It’s me.

Day 54: It’s me.

Day 55: It’s me.

Day 56: It’s me.

Day 57: It’s me.

Day 58: It’s me.

Day 59: It’s me.

Day 60: It’s me.

Day 66: ‘I’ am just standing there. Eyes closed. Deathly still. The unrelenting terror I previously experienced from looking at this copy of myself has subsided now, it’s just been replaced with curiosity.

Day 67: It dawned on me that today that in the 67 days I have been here in my rusty cage, I haven’t spoken (aside from the screaming in terror at the presence of Nicholas, and then again at the presence of ‘me’) The reason that I bring this up is because today, after me being awake for a few hours, Nicholas’ copy of me opened his eyes. Then he screamed. The exact same scream I made when he was first created.

Day 68: Today, at first, was a routine day. I marked how many days I’d been in the cage, paced around a bit and sat down and counted the stone tiles that comprise the floor. 594, by the way, if you were wondering. Then I said ‘aardvark’. This surprised me in a couple of ways. First, I was surprised at how my voice sounded as I realized that I had forgotten what it sounded like until that moment. Second, why was I saying ‘aardvark’? So, I sat for a few seconds, in disbelief that I was spontaneously naming mammals against my will, when Nicholas’ copy of me said…” aardvark.”

Day 69: After chuckling to myself about the day’s number, I thought back to yesterday. How the copy of me repeated ‘aardvark’ in the exact same way that I said it. I only thought about this for a few seconds though, as, without warning, I said the word “aback,” A few seconds later, my copy opened his eyes and said “aback.” It then occurred to me that, for some reason, I was involuntary saying every word in the dictionary, in order.

Day 74: “Clairvoyance”
               “Clairvoyance”
               “Clam”
               “Clam”
               “Clamber”
               “Clamber…”

Day 96: “Horizontal”
               “Horizontal”
               “Hormone”
               “Hormone”

Day 144: “Polyglot”
                  “Polyglot”
                 “Polygon”
                  “Polygon”

Day 192: …
                 …
                 “Zygote”
                 “Zygote”

Day 193: It’s over. Finally, it’s over.

Day 194: He’s looking at me. I don’t know why. To be honest I’m too exhausted to care. I stand up, he stands up. I walk around, he walks around. I walk up to the bars, he walks up to the bars. A perfect copy, down to every last minute detail.

Day 195: I tend to not move now, as my clone moving around as I do just…creeps me out.

Day 196: He spoke to me today. I walked up the bars, so did he. I looked him in the eyes, he looked me in the eyes. And then he said “Have fun in there,” But something was…off, about how he was talking. It didn't seem natural. I then realized that the reason I dictated the entire dictionary was so he could learn to speak. He no longer looked me in the eyes, he stuttered and his face flushed red. He stood awkwardly, as if he didn’t understand how to look natural. His hands and fingers were constantly moving, as if they didn’t know where to go. Then, suddenly, the darkness vanished. I was in my bedroom, still in my cage, but he wasn’t. I watched him as he took my school uniform off a hook on the back of my door, put it on and picked up my bag. Before he left, he turned to me, still not making eye contact. “Have fun in there,” I rammed against the cage, trying everything I could to break free. I screamed for help, but my voice wasn’t there. I frantically pulled at the rusty bars in the hope that now would be the time they would finally break, so I can be free. But it’s hopeless. I turned around, and saw the hooded figure staring at me. A figure who trapped me in a cage, took away my voice and made a copy of me. A copy that…wasn’t right. It wasn’t me. This hooded figure is keeping me captive as this imperfect copy is out there, pretending to be me, interacting with the world in ways that I never would. I look again at the hooded figure, a mix of anger and sadness in my eyes as the darkness envelops my cage again. This hooded figure, or, as I like to call him: social anxiety.

title: [MF] Imprisoned

question: What does the story say about Day 10?

question: What new development occurs on Day 57?

question: What does the story say about the narrator's life outside of the cage?

answer: The narrator can't remember what he was doing before he wound up in the cage. He is a student. He suffers from social anxiety.


text:
No More Than Four

Charlie Sacks was as sick as they come. He had taken to bed nearly three days ago and didn't say a word about it. The housemaid Martha waited on him hour to hour, pleasing him with an assortment of soups and teas. He took it presently and surprisingly enough, never did he miss a meal. While his stomach may have been in good order, the ailment seemed to lie in his nasal cavity. The man suffered from a clogged nasal chimney, due to a snot and spit build up, resulting in a whooping fever! Charlie, as a sturdy grown man, knew the only true remedy was a pampering spa and a warm bed. Martha had prepared a bath and Mr. Sacks found comfort in its bubbly waters. From the womb to the sack he did leap. Leaving the bath only to flounder back into bed. The fluffed feathers of his nest proved the greatest comforter, for it was in it's billows he could delve into the latest issue of StarExplorer in peace.

Alas, here is where I found him. A boy in his castle. With three loud knocks on their oakwood door, I made my presence known. Martha greeted me as I leaned against my wooden cane.

"Evening sir, mighty dark and rainy out there, what can I do for you?"

"I be but a humble traveller mum, on the eternal road, I come to beg you for bread."

"From where do you come, Traveller?"

"From the land beyond our own! Past the light and through the stone! In the forest, birds have flown, into the greatest deep unknown!"

"Where is that exactly?"

"Delaware, ma'am"

"Please step into the light, so I may gaze your face."

Indeed I followed her request and exposed myself to her. Every griping part of me. She no doubt reacted to my lame eye. The haggard mess of scarred skin will cause a double glance from anyone. I stood there, with the porch light bouncing off my darkened cloak, giving the softest exposure to my grey locks and twisted jaw. I knew I was something she had never seen before.

"Well, no sense having you out there, I invite you in for warmth and bread. Shall we?"

"Thank you, Ma'am"

"Dearie, call me Martha"

"Certainly"

At once, she invited me into the library, where I sat by the fire and indulged a few lines from a StarExplorer magazine. She was off into the kitchen to prepare me some bread and a bowl of something or other. The library was dark and civil. I admired the eclectic collection of novels and memoirs, as well as the embroidered chair in which I was placed. The leather had taken the shape of my body and I felt for a moment a grace of rest.

"You're meal, sir"

"Remarkable, Martha, you were able to put all that together in the short time I was here?"

"No sir, I happen to be mending another weary soul."

"There is another in this house?"

"Yes, the owner of the estate, Master Charlie Sacks."

"Whatever is wrong with the poor devil?"

"Doctor says it's a nasal buildup, sounds awful, like a dying rodent at times"

"Martha, would I be able to speak with Master Sacks? I feel I have a remedy in my possession that he would find most intriguing."

Three flights of stairs we took, all winding and weaving through the museum of his halls. From floor to floor, the walls displayed paintings from eras I had yet to see. I felt compelled to ask what Martha made of it.

"Paintings", I remarked.

"Oh yes, the Master collects. He has gone all over the world to find these paintings. Some he had to risk life and limb for. The floor below us holds the ones with pretty ships in them. Ships at port saying goodbye to the folk waving on the dock. Ships battling the raging squalls of the open sea. Ships a plenty. The floor we're on now will have your bones shivering."

"Ma,am?"

"This is his gothic collection. Everyone from Dorian Grey to The Oval Portrait hangs here. Let's just say we scurry past this part. Shall we?"

I could see her distress. For most of the men and women that hung here were depicted in death. My good eye gazed on scenes of immurement, bloodied ruins of genocide and twisted feasts of cannibalism. I shuddered as I glimpsed a familiar face burning in the fires of a witch hunt.

The last floor presented a welcomed change in the form of landscapes. As we crossed the hall to Sacks bedroom, I was treated to views of mountain ranges and auburn fields of apples.

Martha gently opened the door and announced us to the figure laying in bed.

"Master Sacks, we have Mr…"

"Crypt, Ernie Crypt. Master Sacks, I've come seeking shelter from the storm. As it turns out I found a little bit more. I heard of your ailment and I have a remedy that can promise you better. A rare chance for me to pay back such a hospitable welcome."

The silence made me wonder if he was resting eternally. At last he spoke, "Bring it to me and leave it on my nightstand."

With a nod to Martha I lurched over to his bedside and from my cloak retrieved a sack of cherry tomatoes.

"These are picked from a place I doubt even you've been, Mister Sacks. Please I will leave the bag here, but I warn you, only four tomatoes shall you eat before sunrise. Any more, will have you. Indeed, save them for tomorrows light."

"Tomatoes? Is this a folly?"

"None, sir, trust me. You will be surprised by natures touch."

"Very well then, be gone with you."

As I exited to the hallway, I left him with four words of remembrance.

"No more than four".

Martha allowed me to finish my meal and then filled my canteen with water, gave me a dry towel and then saw me on my way. I was eager to go, not because I held distaste for Martha's company, but because I knew sunrise would be here in a matter of hours and I wanted a good distance behind me when it came.

Within an hour, Master Sacks gave in to my gesture. Two tomatoes he took at first reach. He was surprised to find that he was soon sitting up and stretching his arms to and fro. He thought better then to over do it, so he settled back in with his magazine. A few more hours past and still the nagging taste of a tomato sat on his tongue. He had never tasted one so rich and rationed that he would still be under his four tomato limit. He settled that he deserved one more at least. The third one was in his mouth in a flash and the result was so tremendous that he threw the covers onto the floor and wreathed around his bedsheets stretching and yawning. The slumber was fading behind him and he soon felt fit to stand up. Yet something stayed him. He was thinking of his knowledge of medicine.

"My doctor always said, finish the bottle or it won't work." He reasoned quietly.

By the time he was chewing his fourth tomato, Sacks was walking down the hall to fetch a cup of milk.

"Heavens, sir, a change of winds?" Martha gasped as Sacks entered the kitchen.

"Martha it seems our weary traveller spoke truth. Those tomatoes did a wonder on my senses. I feel fit enough to read in the dignity of my own library. First, I shall like a glass of milk."

"Certainly, sir, I'll bring it right in."

Master Sack's toes wiggled around the fire heat as he sunk into his chair. A few adjustments were made until he felt the familiar shape again. Martha came in and left a tall glass of milk on the table beside him. She left him to read StarExplorer. A wonderful serial involving flying machines in space and men with laser guns finding lost princesses. The adventure had pulled him in for nearly an hour when he was distracted to see, inside the pocket of his house coat, the sack of tomatoes.

"A wonder." he thought.

As he continued to read, he thumbed the ripe, round tomatoes almost unaware of his habit. It took only a few minutes before another tomato was out of the sack and into his mouth. Half expecting to feel superhuman, Sacks was distraught to find that a cold chill instantly cascaded through his bones. The impact caused him to drop his magazine onto the floor. As he reached down to pick it up, a searing pain shot through his lower back. He tried to scream, but only gasped, for his breath was failing him. Sweat was accumulating and as he wiped his brow he felt only wrinkles of elderly skin. He willed himself a sip of milk. When he lay the glass back on the table he saw a line of red smearing down the side of the glass. Could his mouth be bleeding? He flustered over to the mirror to inspect. Yet the startling sight of his ghost and the ripe taste of tomato stopped him. A vision of auburn apple fields and infinite galaxies filled his eyes. Master Sacks fell to the floor. The old boy was dead.

No doubt Martha discovered him within the hour. Her shriek would be heard by no one. For the estate stands miles from anyone wishing to hear. No doubt she would take to the door to look for the strange traveller who had seemingly betrayed them. Yet she would not find him, only a discarded cane. For a cane is used by lame eyed old gypsies, not those who ride with fresh eyes into the eternal sunrise.

end.

title: No More Than More

question: What does the story say about Crypt's relationship with Charlie?

answer: Crypt is seeking shelter from the storm and comes to his house. She learns that he is sick and gives him tomatoes that will cure him. She warns him that he should not eat more than four tomatoes, but he eats five and dies. It is implied that she knows what will happen as she leaves the house after she gives him the remedy to be far away 'when it came'.

question: What does the story say about Charlie's family?

answer: Charlie

question: What does the story say about how Crypt knows that Charlie will eat more than four tomatoes?


text:
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    Receiver code displayed is randomly chosen from all receivers currently seeing the aircraft.

 Increase the coverage in your area

question: Does satellite based tracking have good accuracy?

answer: Yes, satellite based tracking has very high levels of GPS accuracy.

question: What do some older aircraft use instead of GPS?

answer: Some older aircraft use inertial reference units instead of GPS.

question: For how long can an aircraft's position be estimated after a loss of coverage?

answer: An aircraft's position can be estimated for up to 240 minutes after a loss of coverage.

question: How does the receiver code display choose which code is displayed?

answer: The receiver code display randomly chooses between all receivers seeing the aircraft.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Several methods of tracking radar are discussed, including their accuracies and the specifics of how they track. Some methods of tracking an aircraft after coverage is lost are discussed, as well as an example of an aircraft who has an invalid transponder code.


text:
KALARIA is a census town within the jurisdiction of the Canning police station in the Canning I CD block in the Canning subdivision of the South 24 Parganas district in the Indian state of West Bengal.

Geography

Area overview

Canning subdivision has a very low level of urbanization. Only 12.37% of the population lives in the urban areas and 87.63% lives in the rural areas. There are 8 census towns in the Canning I CD block and only 2 in the rest of the subdivision. The entire district is situated in the Ganges Delta with numerous islands in the southern part of the region. The area (shown in the map alongside) borders on the Sundarbans National Park and a major portion of it is a part of the Sundarbans settlements. It is a flat low-lying area in the South Bidyadhari plains. The Matla River is prominent and there are many streams and water channels locally known as _khals_. A comparatively recent country-wide development is the guarding of the coastal areas with a special coastal force.[1][2][3]

Note: The map alongside presents some of the notable locations in the subdivision. All places marked in the map are linked in the larger full screen map.

Location

Kalaria is located at .

Kalaria, Gaur Daha and Banshra form a cluster of census towns in the Canning I CD block, as per the map of the Canning I CD block on page 333 of District Census Handbook.[4]

Another cluster of census towns formed by Garia, Champahati, Solgohalia and Naridana, in the Baruipur CD block, is adjacent to the above cluster, as per the map of the Baruipur CD block in the District Census Handbook for the South 24 Parganas.[5]

Demographics

According to the 2011 Census of India, Kalaria had a total population of 10,075, of which 5,079 (50%) were males and 4,996 (50%) were females. There were 1,188 persons in the age range of 0 to 6 years. The total number of literate persons in Kalaria was 7,091 (79.79% of the population over 6 years).[6]

Infrastructure

According to the District Census Handbook 2011, Kalaria covered an area of 4.173 km². Among the civic amenities, it had 5 km roads with both open and covered drains, the protected water supply involved overhead tank and service reservoir. It had 277 domestic electric connections. Among the medical facilities it had 1 dispensary/ health centre. Among the educational facilities it had were 2 primary schools.[7]

Transport

Kalaria is on the Piyali-Ghutiari Sharif Road.[8]

Piali railway station is located nearby.[9]

Education

Kalaria Junior High School is a Bengali-medium coeducation institution established in 2010. It has facilities for teaching from class V to class VIII.[10]

Healthcare

Ghutiari Sharif Block Primary Health Centre at Ghutiari Sharif, with 10 beds, is the major government medical facility in the Canning I CD block.[11]

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title: Kalaria

question: How many people live in Kalaria

answer: 10,075 people.

question: Is it very densely populated?

answer: People are generally spread out in rural areas. There are various islands in the region.

question: What are the facilities in the area?

answer: Two schools, a health centre, access to clean water and paved roads with protected water supplies.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Information regarding Kalaria - a census town in the South 24 Parganas district of West Bengal.


text:
It was 8 O'Clock in the morning, Magnolias woke to the sound of police sirens coming out from

the window. He picked up his phone to check the time and then quickly decided to go back to sleep.

*one of the benefits of being unemployed is having to not wake up early in the morning* he thought.

&#x200B;

When he did wake up a few hours later, the sound of police sirens coming out from the window had gotten louder. Curiosity getting the better of him, he leapt out of his bed and made his way out to the window and looked down upon the sight of police cars and news vans gathered in front of the building and a swarm of policemen coming in and out of the building and news reporters all gathered around a police tape.

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*Did I sleep through a murder?*, Magnolias thought."Neat" he grinned, as he made his way to the living room to switch on the television and all over the newsfeeds  was his apartment building with reporters on the screen.

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**BREAKING NEWS! THE BASHER STRIKES AGAIN! WHEN WILL THIS MADNESS END?**

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That was what the media had dubbed the person behind the murders, a crude name, Magnolias thought, feeding the ego of a deranged individual and yet an apt moniker since the faces of the victims had indeed been bashed in beyond recognition.

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At that moment, there was a knock on the front door, he made his way to unlock the door where a man and a woman stood. The man wore a suit underneath a brown overcoat while the woman wore a blue shirt and jeans underneath a black blazer.

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“Mr.Clarke we need you to--”

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“Jack”, he exclaimed cutting her off mid sentence. “A little early for a visit”.

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“Maggie, I don’t know if you know this but there has been—”,

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“A murder” he interjected.

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“how did you—?”, Jack questioned.

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“I have two eyes, two ears and a brain, You know”, Magnolias said.

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“Also great job at keeping it all quiet”, he added.

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“Yeah, somebody talked” Jack said, “Maggie, this is Inspector Helena Morgenthau, she and I will be heading this case”, he continued, gesturing towards her.

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Magnolias extended his arm to shake her hand. “Morgenthau? What kind of a name is Morgenthau?  He asked, as they shook hands.

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“What kind of name is Magnolias?” She replied as she rolled her eyes.

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They stared at each other for a moment and then Magnolias muttered “Nice”.

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“So, are you here to ask me the obvious questions, my whereabouts last night, whether I heard anything. Who?” he paused. “Who er… Who died?” he asked from  the both of them.

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“This is an ongoing investigation,” Helena replied. “We can't reveal that information yet”.

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“Oh come on, if you hadn't noticed yet, I live here. The place where the crime occured, I'm bound to find out who it is regardless,” Magnolias said.

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Jack and Helena both looked at each other and then Jack turned to Magnolias and said “It was Amanda Hartford”.

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“Oh, oh no, I um... I, I didn’t know her, at all,” he paused. “Who is she?, er… was she?” he asked.

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“Oh my God… okay,” he said, dumbfounded by his response. “She was the girl who lived in 3B, on the floor below yours,” he replied, and then asserted “The one you spilled coffee on” after looking at his puzzled expression.

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“Right, her? Shit.” Magnolias exclaimed.

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“So, did you hear or see anything suspicious last night, anything out of the ordinary? Mr. Clarke.” Helena asked.

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*“Ah, the usual questions, where were you last night? Did you see anything? Did you hear ANYTHING? Magnolias always hated this line of questioning, as it would more often than not lead to only one answer”* Magnolias thought. “No, miss, I certainly do not, and to answer your next question, I was in bed at night” he paused, “sleeping, and please call me Magnolias”.

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“Thank you for your time, Mr. Clarke,” she said, annoyed by his response.

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“We’re in a hurry, so, if you think of anything call Inspector Jack” She added.

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Inspector Jack and Helena then started to turn back and walk away when Magnolias pulled Jack aside and said “Stop calling me Maggie in front of like… people and incredibly rude detectives”.

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“Well then stop acting like a child, grow up and for heaven’s sake get a job already” Jack replied.

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“One doesn’t need to grow up to grow old” Magnolias said as he closed the door in Jack’s face.

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“Yeah, are we still on for lunch this afternoon” he said, reopening the door.

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Jack turned around as he walked backwards towards Helena, who was waiting for him at the end of the hallway and said “Sure, unless you go on and change your mind… again”.

**END**

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I understand it may not be good or filled with grammatical errors but it's my first time and I put it in the Humor category and not mystery cause I plan to write more kinda like the Conan Doyle short stories. Looking for feedback i guess, is it bad? good? or do better? Thanks for reading up to this point.

title: [HM] Magnolias Clarke

question: Why is Magnolias unemployed?

answer: He has retired

question: What does Magnolia feel about the press name of the murderer?

answer: He thinks that though the name is apt it will feed the ego of the murderer who he sees as deranged.

question: How does Magnolias know the victim?

answer: she stays in the apartment below and he spilt coffee on her.

question: What is the relationship between Jack and Magnolia?

answer: It seems that they are close friends since Jack calls him Maggie. Jack knows how he met the victim. They also have a lunch date that afternoon.

question: Write a ~16 sentence summary.

answer:
It’s 8 am. Magnolias wakes to the sound of police sirens. He goes back to sleep.  He’s unemployed and doesn’t have to rise early. A few hours later the noise from below has escalated. There are sirens and reporters beneath his window.

He switches in the TV to news that the BASHER has stuck again. There’s a knock at the door. A man and a woman, the police tell him that there has been a murder in his block. Jack introduces Inspector Helena Morgenthau. Magnolias asks who died. The inspector says that she isn’t at liberty to reveal the identity of the dead woman. Magnolias points out that since he stays in the block he is going to find out.

It is Amanda Hartford. She lives in the apartment beneath him and he has met her. Jack and Magnolias confirm that they are still on for lunch that afternoon.