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He saw her inside, his face pressed up against the restaurant window, the cool summer air rushing around him - his beloved sitting with someone else. The thought of it raged inside him, inflaming his passion. But he deliberated, was this what he really wanted to do? Could he be sure that this choice would be the one he desired? Then he looked back inside, and saw her laugh, that perfect, chiming laugh, like the peal of bells - and he knew. He rushed through the doors; barging past the surprised maître’d and strode up to the table, where she sat. She saw him, and her eyes grew wide and her she barely covered her mouth as she gasped.

“Jasper” she cried, “what are you doing here?” He smiled, though nervously, “I had to be here, I couldn’t bear to be apart from you” Her expression grew dark, as a sour look crept upon her face “You were the one who left me remember, you couldn’t make a commitment, and now I’ve moved on, we may have had something once, but now, you mean nothing to me”

“Don’t I?” Jasper asked. By now people were starting to stare, the maître’d that he had pushed earlier looked on in anticipation. “Then roll up your left sleeve, Mimi”

“What?”

“Just do it! Please!” He begged.

Reluctantly she rolled up her sweater, to show a small tattoo, the letters J and M entwined within a perfect little heart “If I mean nothing, then does that mean nothing, do you not love me?” Jasper asked.

Tears welled up in Mimi’s eyes “What kind of question is that? Of course I do, I never stopped loving you, but you were too busy and too indecisive, I needed more from a man”

“I know” Jasper said quietly “and I am truly sorry. My mind was gripped by fear, I wished to see so much out of life and I was so afraid of losing a single part of it and I had no idea what it was I truly wanted, until I realised the thing I wanted most, was you”

“Mimi smiled weakly “really? ”

“Truly, honest to God, truly!” jasper exclaimed “if all else in my life fell to dust, except you, I would consider myself the richest man in the world” Besides him other patrons began to sniffle at his stirring tale. “And if I lost you it would mean the death of me, and now, i’m ready for you, to make you my bride, to shower you with love forever, if you will take me”

Mimi hesitated, still in her seat. “Go on dear, take him back” an elderly man at the adjoining table said, and others joined in.

“Do it”

“He loves you”

“Give him another chance”

Mimi looked down for a moment, then turned her face up and smiled, “Of course I will” she said and they embraced, passionately kissing whilst the whole restaurant applauded, the maître’d wiping a tear from his eye.

The clapping continued as he swept her off her feet and carried her out the door, into the night.......leaving me alone at the table, thoroughly confused.

One moment I was eating with a girl on a seemingly a pleasant dinner date, and the next, she was gone.

“Wait, did she just leave with him?” I said aloud, reasonably irritated.

“Oh, don’t stand between true love, you little prick” The elderly man at the next table spat at me, the woman beside him simply glared.

I sighed deeply and signalled for the bill. The waitress walked over, wiping tears from her eye. “How romantic” she mused dreamily “True lovers rekindling their passion.”

“Your bill” she said her voice taking a harsh tone, dropping it on the table loudly and walking away.

I took a deep breath and silently vowed to myself that this was the last time I go on a blind date. I looked at the bill and sighed again.

Yep, she had ordered the lobster...

title: He saw her inside

question: What does the story say about the protagonist and the girl?

answer: The protagonist sees her inside the restaurant with someone else. He rushes inside and surprises her. He tries to convince her their love was real and that they should be back together. Other people convince her to take him back and she does.

question: What does the story say about Mimi?

answer: Mimi is on a date with the narrator. Her ex-boyfriend Jasper barges in and sweeps her off her feet. The narrator is left feeling confused.

question: What does the story say about true love?

question: What does the story say about Jasper?

answer: Jasper is Mimi's ex-boyfriend. He barges in on her date with the narrator and begs for her back. Mimi is swept off her feet and leaves with him. The narrator is left feeling confused.


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"My Last Name" is a song co-written and recorded by American country music artist Dierks Bentley.  It was released in October 2003 as the second single from his self-titled debut album. This is Bentley's first single to miss the Top 10 on the U.S. Billboard Hot Country Songs chart, reaching a peak of #17, and his only one until 2010's "Up on the Ridge," which peaked at #21.  The song was written by Bentley and Harley Allen.
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The narrator describes the origins and the experiences of his last name, such as when he beat up a bully who made fun of his name and when his grandpa "took it off to Europe to fight the Germans in the war". In the final verse, the narrator then says that he wants to marry his lover — to give her his last name because he does not have much.
 Music video
The music video was directed by Peter Zavadil, who directed his previous video for "What Was I Thinkin'". At the beginning, it shows Dierks Bentley's name spelled wrong on a marquee, but at the end of the video, it has been corrected.
 Critical reception
Samantha H., reviewing the song for Country Music Online.net, wrote that the song "My Last Name" "is a great story song. All about getting teased because of his last name and still being proud of it. Then one day he offers it to a woman through marriage." Robert L. Doerschuk of Allmusic, however, called it "gauzy nostalgia."
 Chart performance
"My Last Name" debuted at number 55 on the U.S. Billboard Hot Country Singles & Tracks for the week ending October 25, 2003.
 Year-end charts

title: My Last Name

question: What was different about Dierks Bentley's single "My Last Name" from his others?

answer: It was his first single to miss the Top 10 on the Billboard Hot Country songs chart. It peaked at #17.

question: What is the song about?

answer: It is the life story of the narrator living with his last name, which he would get made fun of. He ends the song by saying he wants to give his last name to his lover by marrying her, as he doesn't have much else to give.

question: What specific detail is in the music video?

answer: The beginning of the video shows Bentley's last name spelled wrong over a theater, but by the end of the film it has been corrected.

question: How was the song recieved?

answer: It was received as a great story song about a man getting teased for his whole life about his name and turning the narrative around by wanting to share it with the world.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Dirk Bentley's single "My Last Name" was the only one of his singles up until that point that didn't eclipse the Billboard top 10 Hot County songs, peaking at #17. The songs tells the story of the narrator being teased his entire life about his last name, to the point where he would beat people up for mocking him. He ends the song by wanting to share his last name with is wife, ultimately reclaiming his one time embarrassment as a sign of pride. It was received well as a story telling song by critics.


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"Look, do you want this stuff or not?"

"I dunno. Most of it isn't useful. I could probably only sell about a third of it."

"So how much will you pay for that third?"

"Honestly, not much. Like I said, it's not very useful stuff."

"How much? $100?"

"No, that's way too much. You could probably get that much, or maybe even more, if you sold it yourself, but I can't pay you that much. I need to make a profit off of this."

"I don't wanna go through the hassle of selling it all myself, that's why I am talking to you. How about $85?"
"Still too high for me."

"$75?"

"Why are you so eager to get rid of this stuff Mike?"

"I don't have room for it, I just need it gone."

"Don't have room for it? Mike, you have been in prison for 5 years. You just got out yesterday. I'm surprised that you even have this much stuff. Where did it come from? Did you have it in storage all of that time?"

"Don't worry about where it came from, just tell me if you want it."

"Are you alright man?"

"No, I'm not alright, I'm getting really annoyed with you. Do you or do you not want to buy this pile of crap? I'll even lower it to $65 if you just say yes right now."

"I need to know where these things came from. I can't be caught with stolen goods and I don't want to see you go back to jail."

"No, you don't need to know where these things came from. People don't come to your pawn shop looking for beautiful antiques with rich histories. They come because the items are cheap and there are no questions asked. Where I got this stuff shouldn't matter to you. Besides, even if this stuff is stolen, it's not like that has ever been an issue for you before."

"Okay fine, you're right, I have sold stolen goods before. But that is not the issue right now. What I want to know is if YOU stole these things."

"Why does it matter?"

"Because Mike, you're my friend. We grew up together. We both worked hard and we left home together and got away from that dead-end life. Don't throw it all away now. You just spent 5 years in jail for stealing. If you get caught again you will be in for a lot longer. We fought so hard to get off the reservation because everywhere we looked all we saw were old men sitting around just waiting to die. If you go back to jail you will be doing the exact same thing, just sitting around waiting for your time to come. Look, I need to know, did you steal that stuff?"

"$60?"

"Did. You. Steal it?"

"$55?"

"Answer me Mike"

"$50? Come on man, I really need the cash. Like you said, we're friends, we grew up together. I really need your help right now. Can you help me? Friend?"

"You did steal it, didn't you?"

"$50 is a good deal man. Look at this stuff in here. Some of this will be sold by tomorrow, and for a good price. Look. You could sell this ring alone for $40. Like you said, I could sell this stuff myself and make over $100, but I'm coming to you instead. Help me out with this man. You will easily get your money back."

"I can't do it Mike. I can't sell things that you've stolen"

"You never had a problem with it before! What's changed?! Are you scared? You saw me go to jail and now you think it will happen to you?"

"If I sell things that you have stolen then I am supporting your theft, and I can't do that."

"What, are you scared that if I get caught I will rat on you for reduced time? I would NEVER do that, and you know it! I didn't rat on you last time, and I went away for five years man, five years! You know me, you know I wouldn't say anything! I need some money and I am asking you, my friend, for help and all you can think about is yourself. All you can think about is 'selling stolen goods'."

"That's not what I mean Mike."

"Yeah? Then tell me, what do you mean?"

"If I sell things that you have stolen then I am just encouraging you to steal more. We have been down this road before and we saw how it ended. You were in prison for 5 years. How long do you think it will be next time? I can't do it Mike. I can't help you throw your life away. I won't sell anything that you have stolen."

"Yeah? well you know what? Don't worry about it. Don't worry about helping me, FRIEND. You don't have to worry about helping me throw my life away, because I won't be bothering you any more."

"Don't be like that Mike. You know I want to help you, but I won't do it in this way."

"No, really, don't worry about it. I guess I'll see you around some time."

That was the last time I spoke with Mike. Three weeks later he was caught by the police and sent back to jail. I guess he stole from some bad people, because on his second day in prison he was stabbed and killed. I guess, in the end, he succeeded. He didn't just sit around waiting to die, and that was all he ever really wanted.

title: Not a writer, but I decided to try a prompt from youshouldwrite.com just for fun. Tell me what you think. ~900 words

question: What relation does Mike share with the narrator?

answer: Mike and the narrator were friends.

question: Were the goods stolen or not?

answer: It may be implied that the goods were stolen goods which is why Mike got caught again.

question: Why does the narrator refuse to buy the goods from Mike?

answer: The narrator refuses to buy goods from Mike because Mike fails to respond to him after repeatedly asking if the goods were stolen. The narrator does not want Mike to sell stolen goods again and go to jail. Since the narrator sticks to his question, Mike gets irritated and leaves.

question: Does Mike go back to jail?

answer: Yes, the narrator finds out a few weeks later that Mike was jailed again. He assumes that Mike stole from some bad people which is why he was stabbed on his second day in prison.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer:
Mike tries to sell some goods to the narrator and keeps reducing the price every time the narrator asks if the goods are stolen.

Mike and the narrator have been friends for a really long time and the narrator is concerned about Mike going to jail again. Eventually, Mike gets irritated with the narrator sticking to his question and so he leaves.

Three weeks down the line, the narrator finds out that Mike was caught and sent to jail again. He assumes it is because he stole from some bad guys this time because he was stabbed on his second day in prison.


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I wrote this short story about 3 years ago in my junior year of high school. It is obviously not as technical as it needs to be. I also am not a fan of the title, among other problems. I would love your constructive suggestions, or if you think it is a tired idea and I should just let it go. Thanks!

Begin Short Story:

    The Heart of Man, Alone

There is a silence in the air, cold and dark, as the lone Space Cruiser slips through the dead of eternal night.  It weaves itself in and out of any string of celestial obstructions, carefully making its way towards its final destination.  Shooting into the abyss, random assortments of stars dance around in an awe inspiring scene of phantasmagoria.  If one were to see it now, soaring through the sky, it would seem motionless, with nothing in the backdrop to signify any sort of movement, only blackness.

Then, the calm is broken.  It is a low, deep hissing noise at first.  Gradually, it becomes a repetition of high, rhythmic clicking sounds. Then silence returns.  Minutes, even hours seem to pass as the ship remains in a silent darkness. At last, a sharp panging sound breaks the silence, like the ringing reverberation of a church bell in the early mists of a Sunday morning.  A final latch comes loose, and the door of the cryogenic pod is allowed to break free from the steady grip of its fastener. The lights of the ship slowly flicker on, seeming to activate in order to display the fragile contents buried within the pod.  And then, awake.

Bright, everything is so bright and glowing with an intense white luminescence.  My eyes are so unaccustomed to this radiant stimulation.  I soon forget of my visual pain, though, when I find myself gasping for air.  I feel as though the air is too thick for my porous lungs, and with each new gasp my chest becomes more weighted and heavy.  My throat is clogged with a dense, warm film.  I force my heavy body out of the pod, but no sooner than I do, I find myself on the ground, limp.  The muscles in my legs feel so tired, as if drained of all life supporting energy.  I look up, dazed and confused, still battling to gain every breath.  I frantically look about the small, faded cabin for water, or anything, to clear my respiratory obstruction.  All around me, the dim lights continue to flicker on, pulsating around me in an irritated, sporadic flurry.  More frantic now, I reach out to grasp a thin cord hanging off of an ostensibly promising counter top.  Small bodies begin to shower all around me, hitting my head and shoulders. In my desperation, I do not even feel the hard thudding against my skull.

A single light fixes now, spotlighting all the treasures that fell from above. The lone light shines, with all the rest continuing with their intense strobe.  With new vision, I am able to see a little glass vial filled with a mysterious black liquid.  I grab for it in desperation, and let the quick, cool liquid slide down the back of my throat.  As I continue to drink, not only do I find my choking obstruction wearing away, but also a strange sensation of pulsating energy all throughout my body.  My weak, zombie-like state is lifted, as I bring myself to my feet.  All the lights go off--but just for a moment--then return with a steady, illuminating brightness.  With my new empowerment, I also feel that the black cloud enshrouding my mind has lifted.  I am able to begin accessing my situation.  As I look around me, I see a white haven bathed in a sheet of artificial white light.  Smooth, white metal floors and walls, white counters and white space suits surround me.  A tall panel of buttons framed in a large white containment lies on the wall immediately to the left of me.  Completely regaining my senses now, I begin to remember.  I remember a place other than this, with colors other than this bleak, consuming white.  If I looked up ward, a vast pool of blue would engulf all my vision.  You could feel a smooth breeze against your skin, not just the cool, stagnant air contained in this small room.  This ship.  And there were others, too.  Other people like me, laughing, singing, running, playing.  And then I remember. The others!

I turn my attention over to the large metal pod from which I had emerged.  I touch the cool metal casing, and run my hands along the soft, cushioned interior where my lifeless body had spent the last 150 years.  For a moment, I let my thoughts run to my previous life, the one before I had been chosen for The Mission.  I suppress my pang of nostalgia, and allow myself to move on.  I then read the small control screen on the outside covering of my pod.  "Thawing Successful," it reads.  I found it bizarre that I was alone.  Why had my two comrades not been unthawed by now, just as I had?  All of our pods had been programmed to open exactly seven days before our landing on the planet, and we had been given strict instructions on how to use this time for the preparation of that.  I ease myself, explaining that our times had merely been elapsed slightly for energy purposes.  Energy was their biggest concern; I remember that from the ship's modeling. When they had done it, all the world was ecstatic.  The first trip beyond our solar system was no longer merely a topic of high school sci-fi fantasy, but a reality.  A reality that I am now living.

Bringing myself back to the present, I turn my tall, thin body towards the two other pods situated neatly next to mine.  I read the screen on the first pod.  No, that can't be right.  I rub my eyes roughly, as if trying to remove the painful sheet of reality from my vision.  I read it again.  "Error," it says.  I begin to toy with the buttons on the keypad.  Calmly at first, but I soon find myself becoming more and more frantic.  I turn towards the next pod, which has the same reading as the first.  I am at a loss of what to do, but feel that I must do something.  I grab a long, metal pole at the other end of the room, accidentally smashing one of the ships lights as I do so.  It becomes dim and dreary.  Using my weapon, I begin to forcibly pry open the thick, heavy metal door of the first pod.  I feel no struggle or pain, only the pulsating kick of adrenaline coursing through my blood.  I dent the latch keeping the door in place.  Success.  I am able to pry the door open now, and am surprised at what I feel.  There is no thick, rolling of cool compressed Nitrogen coming from out of the pod.  No, only the sticky, consuming smell of a rotting carcass.  I begin to wheeze, and my eyes feel as though they begin to bleed.  The morbid scene horrifies me.  The pod had been tightly sealed, but had never gone to the protective cooling stage of suspended animation.  My comrade's body had merely been left to collect a heavy cloud of thick human decay within the pod.  I cover my nose and eyes with my shirt sleeve, trying to save myself from the putrid odor.  I run into the next room, filled with emotions of horror, grief, and anger.  I find myself in the control station.  I frantically grab for the speaker, and project my voice desperately through the millions of miles of heavenly void.  "Earth!  Please, please come in.  Earth!"  There is no response, and I find myself desperately sobbing now.  I continue to call out, but all in vein.  "Please, this is station P461, reporting from the intergalactic mission.  There is a major problem here, I repeat, a major problem. Hello!?  God dammit, answer me!"

And then, silence.  I slide back into the large, engulfing cushions of the captain's chair.  I cannot cry; I don't have the energy anymore.  My frenzy left me with a feeling of overwhelming exhaustion.  I just sit in a sullen daydream.  I am alone now, completely alone.  All that I had left behind has frittered away. I have been left in ravages.

I was on a mission.  I had chosen to leave my life behind, to pursue glory and honor.  It was a choice I had made, and a choice I have to make again.  I gaze out of the ship's lone window, the only thing connecting me to the outside.  I stop for a minute.  The only thing I see is blackness.  The deep, sort of concentrated blackness that one experiences only when gripped strongly by the darkest clutches of slumber.  Or that of  eternal peace.

title: Sci-Fi story from in romanticism style, need suggestions

question: Why does the narrator have difficulty breathing and moving after waking up?

answer: He has been in cryogenic sleep for 150 years, which would explain the soreness of muscles. He can't breathe easily because something is stuck in his throat.

question: What kind of mission is the narrator on?

answer: It's not elaborated on. The only thing the story says is that it's an intergalactic mission.

question: Explain the reason behind the narrator being alone.

answer: His companions for the mission don't wake from their cryogenic sleep.

question: Why don't the other two people wake up?

answer: All we know is that their pods never went into cryogenic stasis. We don't know the reason behind that.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator is on an intergalactic mission, hurtling through space for the last 150 years. He wakes up in his pod and has immense difficulty breathing and moving but recovers after swallowing a black liquid, and he decides to check on his two comrades. The first pod displays an error. When he forcefully opens it, he discovers that his comrades never went into cryogenic sleep - instead, they just decomposed. He sits then and contemplates his loneliness.


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In shogi, KING'S HEAD VANGUARD PAWN or KING'S SIDE VANGUARD PAWN (玉頭位取り _gyoku tō kuraidori_) is a Static Rook opening.

This opening utilizes a Boat castle in which the king (if played by Black) is positioned on 78 square. The pawn referred to then is the one on the seventh file that is originally at the head of the castled king (77).

The term VANGUARD PAWN (位取り _kuraidori_, literally “position taking”) refers to a positioning of a pawn advanced to the middle rank supported by generals as a phalanx-like attacking formation.

This pawn becomes a vanguard pawn by advancing to the middle rank 5 (75 square) supported by the left silver at the 76 square.

Introduction

The King's Head Vanguard Pawn position uses a High Silver Fortress castle.

title: King's Head Vanguard Pawn

question: What is shogi?

answer: It is not clear from the text. It can be said to be Japanese.

question: Summarize the King's head vanguard pawn opening.

answer: This opening utilizes a Boat castle in which the king is positioned on 78 square. The pawn referred to then is the one on the seventh file that is originally at the head of the castled king. This pawn becomes a vanguard pawn by advancing to the middle rank 5 supported by the left silver at the 76 square.

question: What does Vanguard Pawn mean?

answer: It refers to a positioning of a pawn advanced to the middle rank supported by generals as a phalanx-like attacking formation. It literally means "position taking".

question: What castle does the King's head vanguard pawn position use?

answer: It uses a High silver fortress castle.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The shogi opening of King's Head Vanguard Pawn is described.


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COBHAM SURREY, UNITED KINGDOM – 11/23/2016 (PRESS RELEASE JET) — Mark Towson, formerly Group Human Resources Director at Noble Group has been named “Top Human Resource Director of the Year” for 2016-2017 by the International Association of Top Professionals (IAOTP).

While inclusion with the International Association of Top Professionals is an honor in itself, only a few members in each discipline are chosen for this distinction. These special honorees are distinguished based on their professional accomplishments, academic achievements, leadership abilities, longevity in the field, other affiliations and contributions to their communities.  All honorees will be invited to attend the IAOTP’s annual award gala at the end of this year for a night to honor their achievements.

With some 34 years of professional experience in Human Resources, Mr. Towson has certainly proved himself as an accomplished professional and expert in the industry.  As a dynamic, results-driven leader, he has demonstrated success by developing high performance teams for the diverse range of companies he has worked for. Mark has provided visionary leadership in the highly competitive Human Resources profession and has climbed the ranks through several HR leadership roles in the Natural Resources, Energy, Financial Services, Chemicals and Pharmaceuticals sectors, including: Group Human Resources Director at Noble Group and Chief Human Resources Officer at Weatherford International. He has held other global leadership roles at BP, ABN AMRO, Citigroup, Astra-Zeneca and Imperial Chemical Industries with assignments all over the world in Asia Pacific, Europe and the United States.

Mark was appointed as Group Human Resources Director of Noble Group in 2013, based in Hong Kong reporting to the CEO and acted as a member of the Executive Committee, with global HR responsibility for this company ranked 76th in the Global Fortune 500 league that year with revenues of US $98 Billion. His key responsibilities included designing and delivering the Company’s HR strategy, programs, and policies including: executive compensation, total reward policies, performance management systems, senior recruitment and employer branding, employee relations and engagement, leadership and management development programs, succession planning and talent management, international mobility programs and organization development. He has an exceptional track record in enabling executive teams to improve business performance, build organizational capability and execute complex cross-border change management.

Mark received his Bachelor of Arts in Economics, Politics and Sociology from The University of Hull, in the UK and a Master of Science in Industrial Relations and Personnel Management from the London School of Economics and Political Science. He is also a Fellow of the Chartered Institute of Personnel and Development in the UK and a member of SHRM in the USA.

Mr. Towson has been recognized globally for his dedication and commitment to the field. In 2014 he was named “Outstanding Professional of the Year” by Worldwide Who’s Who and selected to have a chapter in the Top 101 Industry Expert Publication.  In 2016 he was inducted as an honorary lifetime member and named “Top Human Resource Director of the Year” by the International Association of Top Professionals.

Looking back, Mark attributes much of his success to his positive leadership and executive skills, setting a clear people strategy for the company, his range and depth of HR expertise and having very diverse international business experience.  For the future he aspires to continue growing as a professional and making a difference in the business world.

For More Information on Mr. Towson  please visit: https://www.linkedin.com/in/mark-towson-662a135

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IAOTP’s experts have given thousands of top prestigious professionals around the world, the recognition and credibility that they deserve and have helped in building their branding empires.  IAOTP prides itself to be a one of a kind boutique networking organization who hand picks only the best of the best and creates a networking platform that connects and brings these top professionals to one place.

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question: What does the text say about Human Resources?

question: What does the text say about Mark Towson?

answer: Mark Towson has been named "Top Human Resource Director of the Year" for 2016-2017 by the International Association of Top Professionals.  Only a few members in each discipline are chosen to join this association. Mr. Towson has 34 years of professional experience in Human Resources and has proved himself as an accomplished professional and expert in the industry.

question: What does the text say about the IAOTP?

answer: IAOTP (International Association of Top Professionals) is a one-of-a-kind boutique networking organization that handpicks only the best of the best. IAOTP's experts have given thousands of top prestigious professionals around the world the recognition and credibility they deserve and have helped in building their brand empires.

question: What does the text say about the process of choosing professionals for IAOTP awards?


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ODDO BIASINI (13 May 1917 – 8 July 2009) was an Italian politician. He was a partisan during the Second World War and a prominent member of the Italian Republican Party.

Biography

Oddo graduated in letters at the University of Florence in 1940; in 1944 he was a republican partisan together with Libero Gualtieri and Osvaldo Abbondanza. After the war he worked as a teacher of Italian and Latin and was Principal of the scientific high school of Cesena from 1958 to 1968.

A trusted man of Ugo La Malfa, in the 70's he was elected national secretary of the Italian Republican Party. He was the chairman of his party's parliamentary group from 16 December 1974 to 24 February 1976 and from 15 July 1976 to 19 June 1979 and vice-president of the Chamber of Deputies from 1983 to 1987.

Between the end of the 60s and the beginning of the 70s he served as an Undersecretary for Public Education in the first (1968–69) and third Rumor Cabinet (1970) and in the Colombo Cabinet (1970–71).

He also served as a Minister of Cultural and Environmental Heritage from 1980 to 1981 in the Cossiga II Cabinet and Forlani Cabinet.

He died on 8 July 2009.[1]

Honours and awards

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        Grand Cross Knight of the Order of Merit of the Italian Republic (12 December 1993)[2]

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        Gold Medal for the Meritorious of Culture and Art (5 August 1983)

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        Gold Medal for the Meritorious of the School of Culture and Art (31 July 1973)

[1] E' morto Oddo Biasini Leader storico del Pri

[2] BIASINI On. Oddo Cavaliere di Gran Croce Ordine al Merito della Repubblica Italiana

title: Oddo Biasini

question: Who was Oddo Biasini?

answer: An Italian politician.

question: What party was he a member of?

answer: The Italian Republican party.

question: What did he do after World War Two?

answer: He worked as a teacher of Italian and Latin before serving on the Italian Republican Party.

question: What awards did he receive?

answer: Grand Cross Knight of the Order of Merit of the Italian Republic, Gold Medal for the Meritorious of Culture and Art, and Gold Medal for the Meritorious of the School of Culture and Art.

question: Write a ~7 sentence summary.

answer: Oddo Biasini was an Italian politician and prominent member of the Italian Republican Party. During WWII he was a republican partisan. After the war he worked as a teacher. In the 70s he was elected national secretary of the Italian Republican Party. He was also chairman of the party's parliamentary group and vice president of the Chamber of Deputies. He served as Minister of Cultural and Environmental Heritage. He won several awards.


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KARET STATION (KAT[1]) is a railway station located in Kebon Melati, Tanah Abang, Central Jakarta. This station lies on the north bank of West Flood Canal. This station only serves Commuterline trains. This station and Sudirman station are spaced only 0.8 km between each other, making it one of the shortest stretch between any two stations in the network. It only takes one minute to travel between these two stations.[2] BNI City railway station, a station that serves Soekarno–Hatta Airport Rail Link exclusively, is wedged between these two station.

Places of Interest

-   Karet Bivak Cemetery
-   The London School of Public Relations
-   LaSalle College Jakarta
-   Wisma 46 BNI
-   Shangri-La Hotel Jakarta
-   Popular Theater Teguh Karya Building

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title: Karet railway station

question: What is the abbreviation for Karet Station?

answer: KAT

question: What is Karet Station?

answer: a railway station located in Kebon Melati, Tanah Abang, Central Jakarta

question: What kind of trains does Karet Station serve?

answer: Commuterline trains

question: How long does it take to travel from Karet Station to Sudirman station?

answer: one minute

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Karet Station is a railway station located in Kebon Melati, Tanah Abang, Central Jakarta.


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HENRY AND ELIZABETH ERNST HOUSE is a historic home located at Washington, Franklin County, Missouri. It was built about 1874, and is a 1 1/2-story, five bay, central passage plan brick dwelling on a brick foundation. It has a side-gable roof and low segmental arched door and window openings. It features a front porch and a prominent front gable, which is sheathed with fishscale shingles, was probably added in 1892 when the house was rebuilt after a fire.[1]

It was listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 2000.[2]

[1]  (includes 13 photographs from 2000)

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title: Henry and Elizabeth Ernst House

question: Where is the Henry and Elizabeth Ernst House?

answer: It is located in Washington, Franklin County, Missouri in the U.S..

question: When was the house built?

answer: In 1874

question: What happened in 1892?

answer: Sheathed fishscale shingles were added to the front gable of the porch in 1892 after the house was rebuilt following a fire.

question: Describe the house.

answer: It is a 1 1/2 story, five bay, central passage plan brick dwelling on a brick foundation. It has a side-gable roof and low segmental arched door and window openings. It also has fishscale shingles on the front gable of the front porch.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: This article discusses the Henry and Elizabeth Ernst House. It is a  a historic home located in Washington, Missouri in the United States. It was built in 1874, and has been on the National Register of Historic Places since 2000.


text: QATAR NATIONAL RESEARCH AND EDUCATION NETWORK (QNREN) was initiated in 2013 under the auspices of the Supreme Council of Information & Communication Technology (now part of the Ministry of Transport and Communications). QNREN is currently operated and managed by Qatar University.

question: What does QNREN stand for?

answer: Qatar National Research and Education Network

question: When was QNREN initiated?

answer: 2013

question: By whose authority was QNREN initiated?

answer: Supreme Council of Information & Communication Technology

question: Who/what manages QNREN?

answer: Qatar University

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Qatar National Research and Education Network was initiated in 2013 and is managed by Qatar University.


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PREADOLESCENCE, also known as PRE-TEEN or TWEEN, is a stage of human development following early childhood and preceding adolescence.[1] It commonly ends with the beginning of puberty[2] but may also be defined as ending with the start of the teenage years.[3] For example, the age range is commonly designated as 10–13 years.[4] Preadolescence can bring its own challenges and anxieties.

Prepubescence, puberty, and age range

Being prepubescent is not the same thing as being preadolescent. Instead, _prepubescent_ (and sometimes _child_) is a term for boys and girls who have not developed secondary sex characteristics,[5] while _preadolescent_ is generally defined as those ranging from age 10 to 13 years.[6][7] Preadolescence may also be defined as the period from 9 to 14 years.[8][9]

The point at which a child becomes an adolescent is defined by the onset of puberty or the beginning of the teenage stage.[10][11][12] However, in some individuals (particularly females), puberty begins in the preadolescence years.[13][14] Studies indicate that the onset of puberty has been one year earlier with each generation since the 1950s.[15]

One can also distinguish middle childhood and preadolescence[16] – middle childhood from approximately 5–8 years, as opposed to the time children are generally considered to reach preadolescence.[17] There is no exact agreement as to when preadolescence starts and ends, and research by Gesell et al. suggests that “chronological time...is by no means identical with developmental time” – the duration of the “inner” stages of growth' – or with physiological time.[18]

While known as _preadolescent_ in psychology, the terms _preteen_, _preteenager_, or _tween_ are common in everyday use. A preteen or preteenager[19] is a person 12 and under.[20] Generally, the term is restricted to those close to reaching age 12,[21] especially age 11.[22] _Tween_ is an American neologism and marketing term[23] for _preteen_, which is a blend of _between_ and _teen_.[24][25] People within this age range are variously described as tweens, preadolescents, tweenies, preteens, pubescents, junior highers,[26] or tweenagers.[27][28]

The term _tween_ was previously used in J. R. R. Tolkien's 1954 novel _The Lord of the Rings_ to refer to hobbits in their twenties: “_tweens_ as hobbits called the irresponsible twenties between childhood and the coming of age at thirty-three.”[29] In this context, the word is really either a shortened version of _between_ or a portmanteau of _teen_ and _twenty_ and in either case has no connection to teens, preteens, or the American marketing niche.

Psychological development

Of the 'two major socializing agents in children's lives: the family environment...and formal educational institutions,'[30] it is 'the family in its function a primary socializer of the child'[31] that predominates in the first five years of life: middle childhood by contrast is characterized by 'a child's readiness for school...being self-assured and interested; knowing what kind of behavior is expected...being able to wait, to follow directions, and getting along with other children.'[32]

Preadolescent children in fact have a different view of the world from younger children in many significant ways. Typically, theirs is a more realistic view of life than the intense, fantasy-oriented world of earliest childhood. Preadolescents have more mature, sensible, realistic thoughts and actions: 'the most “sensible” stage of development...the child is a much _less emotional being_ now.'[33] They will often have developed a sense of ' _intentionality_. The wish and capacity to have an impact, and to act upon that with persistence';[34] and will have a more developed sense of looking into the future and seeing effects of their actions (as opposed to early childhood where children often do not worry about their future). This can include more realistic job expectations (“I want to be an engineer when I grow up”, as opposed to “I want to be a wizard”). Middle children generally show more investment 'in _control over external reality_ through the acquisition of knowledge and competence':[35] where they do have worries, these may be more a fear of kidnappings, rapes, and scary media events, as opposed to fantasy things (e.g., witches, monsters, ghosts).

Preadolescents may well view human relationships differently (e.g. they may notice the flawed, human side of authority figures). Alongside that, they may begin to develop a sense of self-identity, and to have increased feelings of independence: 'may feel an individual, no longer “just one of the family.”'[36] A different view on morality can emerge; and the middle child will also show more _cooperativeness_. The ability to balance one's own needs with those of others in group activities'.[37] Many preadolescents will often start to question their home life and surroundings around this time and they may also start to form opinions that may differ from their upbringing in regards to issues such as politics, religion, sexuality, and gender roles.

Greater responsibility within the family can also appear, as middle children become responsible for younger siblings and relatives, as with babysitting; while preadolescents may start caring about what they look like and what they are wearing.

Middle children often begin to experience infatuation, limerence, puppy love, or love itself, though arguably at least with 'girls carrying out all the romantic interest....preadolescent girls' romantic pursuits often seem to be more aggressive than affectionate.'[38]

Preadolescents may still suffer tantrums at the age of 13, sometimes leading to rash decisions regarding risky actions.

Home from home

Where development has been optimal, preadolescents 'come to school for something to be added to their lives; they want to learn lessons...which can lead to their eventually working in a job like their parents.'[39] When earlier developmental stages have gone astray, however, then, on the principle that 'if you miss a stage, you can always go through it later,'[40] some middle children 'come to school for another purpose...[not] to learn but to find a home from home...a stable emotional situation in which they can exercise their own emotional liability, a group of which they can gradually become a part.'[41]

Divorce

Children at the threshold of adolescence in the nine-to-twelve-year-old group[42] would seem to have particular vulnerabilities to parental separation. Among such problems were the very “eagerness of these youngsters to be co-opted into the parental battling; their willingness to take sides...and the intense, compassionate, caretaking relations which led these youngsters to attempt to rescue a distressed parent often to their own detriment”.[43]

Media

Preadolescents may well be more exposed to popular culture than younger children and have interests based on internet trends, television shows and movies (no longer just cartoons), fashion, technology, music and social media. Preadolescents generally prefer certain brands, and are a heavily targeted market of many advertisers. Their tendency to buy brand-name items may be due to a desire to fit in, although the desire is not as strong as it is with teenagers.

Some scholars suggest that 'pre-adolescents ... reported frequent encounters with sexual material in the media, valued the information received from it, and used it as a learning resource ... and evaluated such content through what they perceived to be sexual morality.'[44] However, other research has suggested that sexual media influences on preadolescent and adolescent sexual behavior is minimal.[45]

Freud

Freud called this stage the _latency_ period to indicate that sexual feelings and interest went underground ... the _feelings_ that create that first “eternal triangle” with the parents fade, and free energy for other interests and activities.'[46] Erik H. Erikson confirmed that 'violent drives are normally dormant ... a lull before the storm of puberty, when all the earlier drives re-emerge in a new combination, to be brought under the dominance of genitality.'[47]

Latency period children can then direct more of their energy into asexual pursuits such as school, athletics, and same-sex friendships: middle childhood especially is marked by 'the importance of school, teams, classes, friends, gangs and organised activities ... and the adults who run those.'[48] Nevertheless, recent research suggests that “most children do not cease sexual development, interest and behavior” at this time: rather, they “cease to share their interest with adults and are less frequently observed.”[49] Because "they've learned the rules ... [they] fit in with the grown-up's _belief_ that they're not interested. But the curiosity about it all continues, and there's quite a lot of experimenting going on between them.'[50] alongside other pursuits

But while the eight-year-old still has "years to wait until puberty, adolescence and finally sexual maturity ... a sort of lull before puberty arrives,'[51] with preadolescence proper (9–12), and the move forward from middle childhood, what have been called 'the introspective and social concerns of the prepubescent'[52] tend to come more to the fore. Clearly “few experiences are more prominent in the lives of preadolescents than the onset of puberty”;[53] so that “at eleven or twelve you're just reaching the end of a long period during which change was steady and incremental”:[54] Freud's latency years.

[1] New Oxford American Dictionary. 2nd Edition. 2005. Oxford University Press.

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[4] Dictionary.com --> Definition of preadolescence (Based on the Random House Dictionary, 2009) Retrieved on July 5, 2009

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[8] William A. Corsaro, _The Sociology of Childhood_ (2005) p. 191 and p. 124

[9] Donald C. Freeman, _Essays in Modern Stylistics_ (1981) p. 399

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[15] G. Ryan et al., _Juvenile Sexual Offending_ (2010) p. 42

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[18] A. Gesell et al., _Youth_ (London 1956) p. 20

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[23] Levasseur, Maïthé (2007-02-09). Familiar with tweens? You should be.... The Tourism Intelligence Network. Retrieved on 2007-12-04.

[24] Merriam-Webster's Collegiate Dictionary. Eleventh Edition. 2003. Merriam-Webster.

[25] The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language. Fourth Edition. 2000. Houghton Mifflin Company.

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[29] Tolkien, J. R. R. _The Lord of the Rings; The Fellowship of the Ring_ Copyright 1965 by J.R.R Tolkien; Ballantine Books, A Division of Random House Inc. SBN 345-24032-4-150. . .

[30] Dafna Lemish, _Children and Television_ (Oxford 2007) p. 181

[31] David Cooper, _The Death of the Family_ (Penguin 1974) p. 26

[32] Daniel Goleman, _Emotional Intelligence_ (London 1996) p. 193

[33] Mavis Klein, _Okay Parenting_ (1991) p. 13 and p. 78

[34] daniel Goleman, _Emotional Intelligence_ (London 1996) p. 194

[35] Mavis Klein, _Okay Parenting_ (1991) p. 13

[36] E. Fenwick/T. Smith, _Adolescence_ (London 1993) p. 29

[37] Goleman, p. 194

[38] Giselle Liza Anatol, _Reading Harry Potter: Critical Essays_ (2003) p. 20

[39] D. W. Winnicott, _The Child, the Family, and the Outside World_ (Penguin 1973) p. 207

[40] Skynner/Cleese, p. 24

[41] Winnicott, p. 208

[42] Ann Charlton, _Caught in the Middle_ (London 2003) p. 90

[43] Charlton, p. 90

[44] Dafna Lemish, _Children and Television_ (Oxford 2007) p. 116

[45] Steinberg, L., & Monahan, K. 2010. Developmental Psychology.

[46] Robin Skynner/John Cleese, _Families and how to survive them_ (London 1994) p. 271 and p. 242

[47] Erik H Erikson, _Childhood and Society_ (Penguin 1973) p. 252

[48] Lisa Miller, _Understanding Your 8 year old_ (London 1993) p. 26

[49] Ryan, _Juvenile_ p. 41-42

[50] Skynner/Cleese, _Families_ p. 271

[51] Miller, p. 23 and p. 75

[52] Michell Landsberg, _The World of Children's Books_ (London 1988) p. 270

[53] Anatol, _Potter_ p. 21

[54] Francis Spufford, _The Child that Books Built_ (London 2002) p. 163

title: Preadolescence

question: What differentiates prepubescent from preadolescent?

answer: Prepubescent is a term used for boys and girls who have still not developed secondary sex characteristics, it is sometimes also referred to as 'child'. While preadolescent is a term used for those between the age of 10 to 13 years.

question: Why is preadolescent also known as preteen?

answer: It may be implied that it is also known as preteen since this is the age right before they enter the teens (starting from thirteen years of age).

question: What is the motive of this article?

answer: The motive of the article is to educate the reader on preadolescents.

question: How will this article help the readers?

answer: This article will help the readers understand preadolescents better, which would help them in handling situations that involve preadolescents.

question: What could be the reason behind preadolescents suffering from tantrums at the age of 13?

answer: It may be implied that there are many hormones working in the body during this age which may cause them to suffer from tantrums.


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My name is Chris Smith. I am 15 years old and I live in the middle of a forest in Kansas. I am home schooled by my mom, and my dad is a business man in a town nearby. He leaves for work early and gets home late so I rarely see him. I am an only child and my best friend Taylor lives about a mile away. My favorite part about living in a forest is my shed.. I go there all the time, and it is filled with my favorite things.
Last night, my mom told me about a man who killed a lot of people in a town not far from where my dad works. His name was Damien, but people usually called him Zarius. He lived there in the 1800s and he was caught and executed 6 years after the murders and that was the end of the story.
Today, when I woke up, I felt a little strange. I was very tired, despite sleeping for more than usual, and my whole body felt numb. Then, I felt as if something was pulling me towards the shed. It felt like there was something I needed to see. It felt like, fate was puling me to it.
I walked to it, and it felt suspicious. As I got closer, my need to go in it grew exponentially. There was a strange light coming from it. I walked in to see what was going on.
When I walked in, I felt something. I lost all control of my body and I couldn't move. It was completely black and I felt lonely, as if all in the world was slowly leaving me. After a few minutes, I was unconscious. I couldn't see or feel, rather than seeing and feeling the nothingness that surrounded me.
Suddenly, I woke up. I had no idea where I was or what time it is. There was the dim light of the darkness, so I knew I was seeing actual things. And, I could feel. I felt the wet floor under me and I could hear dripping.
I got up and looked around. Nothing gave me any clue to where I was. I heard a noise at the end of the corridor. I grabbed a piece of wood and waited. I saw a silhouette of what seemed like a man. I yelled “Hello” but rather than responding, it made a groaning sound. I heard the wet footsteps of his running and shortly after, it turned it's lantern on. It came around the corner and I got a good look at it.
It had the basic shape of a human, but it was still very deformed. It had a very ugly face and no eyes. It looked as if there was an “x” stitched where it's eyes should be. It had no nose and it didn't seem like it had ears or hair.
It walked towards me. I tried to stay still but I wanted to run. Just as I was about to book it, I heard a loud thump. The monster hit the ground and I lay there, confused and tired. Just then I lost consciousness.
I woke up in a big room filled with candles and lanterns. As I sat up and tried to orientate myself, I hear footsteps. I jumped up, only to hear a woman's voice.
“Whoa, calm down buddy” she said. “We felt a newcomer so we went to check it out, I guess we were a little too late.”
“Where am I- Where are we? What is this place?” I asked, nervously.
“It's not what it is, it's what it isn't. It may not be very believable, but we are in another universe. Now I know this isn't the kind of news someone can expect to hear on a peaceful Saturday morning, but yes, it is true”
“Will we ever get out?”
“We can only hope” She said, as she walked away, motioning me to come.
I walked with her. We walked past a few other people. I didn't know where we were going, but for some reason, I felt safe. It was reassuring to be away from those “things”. For now, at least.
Speaking of which, I've heard they're called “walkers”. I heard a loud crash come from the other side of the room. I saw a shadow, only it was floating. It was very interesting.
I heard someone yell “Run! It's the others!”. I ran with the group and I could see the destruction behind me. There was no stopping now, I had to run.
As I was running, I noticed how fast I was going. I ran past everybody and I couldn't see where everyone was. I still heard them yelling in the distance. I looked around. It looked strangely familiar even though I was fairly certain I haven't been there before.
After standing there for a moment I heard small footsteps. It wasn't the same footsteps I heard before, it wasn't trudging and it didn't sound as heavy. It also sounded faster.
The story will be finished soon :P

title: The Darkness (I'm only 13 tell me what you think)

question: Why do Chris and his family live in the forest?

answer: This information can't be found

question: How did the monster die?

answer: This information can't be found.

question: What was in the shed?

answer: There was a monster in the shed.

question: Does Chris make it out of the shed alive?

answer: Chris ends up in another universe through the shed.

question: Write a ~7 sentence summary.

answer:
Chris lives in a forest in Kansas. One morning he wakes up with an urge to visit the shed, his favorite place in the forest. He makes his way into the dark shed. Moments later he becomes unconscious.

He wakes up and is greeted by a monster. Just when Chris tries to run away, the monster hits the ground and Chris loses his senses.

Chris wakes up in another universe and sees a few other people around him.


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[Naturparks Rhein-Taunus in Germany] The RHINE TAUNUS NATURE PARK (), located in the Rheingau-Taunus-Kreis and Wiesbaden district of Hesse, Germany was founded in 1968. It includes the western part of the Taunus and extends over the Idsteiner Becken to the Rhine. It is characterized by a roughly 60 percent forested low mountain landscape, which falls away steeply toward the Rhine Gorge.

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title: Rhine-Taunus Nature Park

question: Where is the Rhine Taunus Nature Park located?

answer: It is located in the Rheingau-Taunus-Kreis and Wiesbaden district of Hesse, Germany.

question: When was the park founded?

answer: It was founded in 1968.

question: What is the terrain in the park like?

answer: Around 60% of the park is forested low mountain landscape.

question: How large is the park?

answer: Not answered.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The Rhine Taunas Nature Park is a park located in the Rheingau-Taunus-Kreis and Wiesbaden district of Hesse, Germany.


text:
There is a man who lives in my basement.
He asks me to bring him scraps of food. And newspapers.
I told my dad about him. But he didn't care.
The man is always down there, but you can only see him sometimes, when he wants to be seen.

I think he doesn't want my dad to see him.

He seems nice.
But he scares me for some reason.
His teeth are perfect, but they're too small. And they're all the same size.
And his feet are withered, and his toes reach out like roots in the ground.
He's tall. And always wears a hat.

He tells me, "One day, there's gonna be nothing left.
But I'll still be here."

And then he smiles.

title: The man in my basement.

question: Who is the man in the basement?

answer: This information isn't given in the story.

question: What does the narrator bring the man?

answer: food and newspapers

question: Does the man have good teeth?

answer: His teeth are perfect and uniformly sized

question: What does the man say?

answer:
"One day, there's gonna be nothing left.
But I'll still be here."

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator sees a man in his basement that nobody else sees. they bring the man newspapers and food. The narrator is a bit afraid of him. The man gives the narrator a prophecy before smiling.


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Driving down the dirt road he could feel it. The anticipation had been building up steadily since the day he got his job. It was like anticipation had created hundreds of cocoons that all decided to spread there wings at the same time. That kind of thing happens when you get to see the girl of your dreams for the first time in four months.
Pulling into the drive way he decides to make sure he looked the part of "super excited boyfriend" and "super fine" at the same time. Maybe not so much the latter. He decides this is about as good as he's gonna get his hair, there's nothing in his teeth, he was finally going to get to see her. Stepping out of his car, he makes his way towards the front door and knocks. She throws the door open and they just hold each other for what seemed like forever, but in reality it was only 5 seconds. He pushes himself away and says, "I have to get this out of my system." He cups her chin in his right hand, tilting her head slightly upwards so that their lips met at the perfect angle. Love never seemed like such a tangible thing until that moment.

title: Reunited: Love

question: What mood is the author trying to evoke?

answer: The excitement, joy, and bliss of young love.

question: What did the narrator have to get out of his system?

answer: A long-overdue kiss.


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I’m nervous. My hands are autonomously fidgeting with my dress, my heart is all but beating through my exposed chest and my stomach is twisting and turning with the opposition of the decision to even be here. The only decision I am thrilled with is my blatant refusal of lunch. Between the unyielding force of the corset beneath my gown and the virtually absurd anxiety, the food would have been gone long before my grand entrance.  I am, at the very least, relieved to know that the other guests cannot see the blushing and self-conscious little girl beneath the solid coat of white makeup and the glittery feathered mask. The person I was previous to this evening is not remotely comparable to who I appear to be. So, why am I so afraid? There is not a soul here who could know who I am. To them, I am the Queen of Hearts.
“Are you ready?”
I turn, startled by a voice that was unexpectedly coming from outside my own mind. My sister is standing in the doorway, flashing impatient blue eyes in my direction. She is ravishing, as always, dressed in same ensemble as I, only in opposite colors. I am white with red hearts, where she is red with white hearts. I don’t envy her appearance, though I know others do. There are girls who make an effort to hurt her with malicious words as a consequence of their own jealousy and self repugnance, but I would never. I do, however, envy her extraordinary self-confidence.
“Are you ready?”
No. “Yes. Let’s get this over with”, I reply. I know she is beyond ready just as well as she knows I will never be.
“You’re beautiful, little sister”, she says. I peek at her through my mask with the same expression I always offer when she compliments me. I think she knows I don’t believe her. “Just remember who you are and you’ll be fine.” She smiles. I attempt to do the same.
Remember who I am?
Tonight, I am the Queen of Hearts. I am the Queen of Hearts.
I am.

title: The Queen

question: Who are the major characters in the story?

answer: The narrator, who is the Queen of Hearts, and her older sister.

question: Why is the narrator called the Queen of Hearts?

answer: That information can't be found.

question: What is the narrator getting dressed up for?

answer: It's never explicitly stated what the character is dressing up for, though it seems to be some sort of party.

question: What advice does the narrator's sister give her?

answer: The narrator's sister tells her to just remember who she is.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator is anxious as she awaits her grand entrance. She is wearing a mask and will appear to the guests tonight as the Queen of Hearts. Her older sister arrives and asks if she's reader, telling her she'll be fine if she just remembers who she is. The narrator thinks to herself that tonight, she is the Queen of Hearts.


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LAUDERDALE YACHT CLUB is a private yacht club located in Fort Lauderdale, Florida (United States).[1] The club belongs to the Florida Council of Yacht Clubs.[2]

History

LYC was established in June 1938.[3]

Racing

LYC is one of the six founding members of the Southern Ocean Racing Conference (SORC),[4] being the St. Petersburg Yacht Club, Miami Yacht Club, Coral Reef Yacht Club, Biscayne Bay Yacht Club and Nassau Yacht Club the other five. The SORC was founded in 1965 to expand offshore racing after the Southern Ocean Racing Conference had been created in 1940 with the 184-mile Miami-Nassau Race, the 284-mile St. Petersburg-Havana Race, the 30-mile triangular Lipton Cup Race off Miami Beach, and a 90-mile Havana to Key West Regatta.[5] LYC runs today, together with the Storm Trysail Club, the Fort Lauderdale to Key West Race.[6]

LYC hosts annually the _Ron Payne Memorial Regatta_ in the Snipe class after renaming the annual former Snipe Ocean Regatta in 2004 to honor active member of the Snipe Class and the Lauderdale Yacht Club Ronald Bruce Payne.[7]

Sailors

Anna Tunnicliffe,[8] Annie Haeger, Briana Provancha, Steve Benjamin, Peter Commette and Max Agnese are LYC members.[9]

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title: Lauderdale Yacht Club

question: When was the Lauderdale Yacht Club established?

answer: It was established in June 1938.

question: What are those in the Lauderdale Yacht Club like?

answer: That information can't be found in the article.

question: What is the LYC one of the six founding members of?

answer: The Southern Ocean Racing Conference (SORC)

question: Who else is one of the six founding members?

answer: The Coral Reef Yacht Club

question: What is the Snipe class?

answer: That information can't be found in the article.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This article describes the history, racing, and sailors of the Lauderdale Yacht Club, a private yacht club located in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. It is a founding member of the Southern Ocean Racing Conference.


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[Miami Marlins starting pitcher Edwin Jackson throws in the third inning against the Washington Nationals in a spring training baseball game, Monday, March 7, 2016, in Viera, Fla. (AP Photo/John Raoux)]

CHICAGO — The A’s already needed an additional starter in the coming days, thanks to Friday’s doubleheader. Then Daniel Mengden left his outing against the White Sox after two innings because of a foot injury.

A much-traveled veteran will get the first crack at a spot in Oakland’s rotation: The Chronicle has learned that the pitching-starved A’s will turn to veteran Edwin Jackson for a start at Detroit. Oakland will be Jackson’s 13th major-league team, tying former Oakland reliever Octavio Dotel’s record.

Jackson, a right-hander signed to a minor-league deal June 6, is likely to start Monday at Comerica Park, based on his current schedule. Jackson, 34, had been scheduled to go for Triple-A Nashville that night, but on Saturday the Sounds were listing TBA for Monday.

Over 15 seasons, Jackson is 98-120 with a 4.67 ERA in 377 appearances, including 288 starts. He has not pitched in the big leagues this season, and opted out of his minor-league deal with the Nationals in May after putting up a 3.40 ERA in 10 starts with Syracuse. Jackson is 0-1 with a 4.02 ERA in three starts with Nashville, where he has allowed 12 hits and eight walks in 152/3 innings.

The A’s will have to make a 40-man roster move to add Jackson; Andrew Triggs is a potential candidate for the 60-day disabled list after a small setback in his return from nerve irritation i

question: Why did Daniel Mengden leave his outing against the White Sox?

answer: Because of a foot injury.

question: When did Jackson sign to a minor league?

answer: On June 6.

question: How old is Jackson?

answer: 34

question: Where will Jackson start playing?

answer: Comerica Park.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This bit of news reports on baseball in Chicago.


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She wondered if Will would be OK with her dropping in like that. She hadn't seen her brother on months, and now she had to. Not that they had a complicated relationship with him, but rather that he had a complicated relationship with life. Right after rehab, he had moved way down south, and would visit only rarely, not even keeping up with holidays, our even calling for birthdays.

But now she needed him, and even when she had good friends back home, she couldn't trust no one more than she trusted her brother.

She wouldn't miss anybody. She was actually happy, because she would be now closer to her family, closer to her parents and childhood friends, who lived two towns over from her brother. Moving had never costed her much, but she knew that soon she would have to stop.

Closing down the shelter had been the hardest part. Leaving Lucy behind not fully recovered, a very small Border Collie that had only been brought to her a week previous, really bugged her. Undoubtedly, she would open a shelter wherever she was going, as she always had, in every town she'd live in. This time would be no different.

She had been long in the road now, more than half an hour away of the last gas station, and about six hours away from home. she was driving with her lights out, a mon so bright that she didn't need any to even see the horizon. There were no clouds, a full, close harvest moon, and the glow of the road.

She would turn the lights when she spot a car, but this hadn't happened for over an hour. Even the station had been close, and she had helped herself and then passed through an envelope with the money under the door.
The desert road streched curveless for about 400 kms with no town our settlement, across a landscape so monotonous and boring, that way over half the accidents reported had been attributed to people falling asleep on the wheel.

"it looks like God slashed it with a samurai sword" Tom had said, when she showed him in the map where they would go through next.

Now he slept, over the luggage, the back seats retracted so that he would sleep fully layed down.
She had been in an accident, a long time ago, and was uneasy about her or anybody traveling without a seat belt, let alone laying down, but she knew this was a low transited road, and that if Tommy was sleeping in the back seat, she would never fall asleep.

"Mom I want to pee".

Said Tom's sleepy voice from the back seat.

"Of course, I need a strech"

She pulled over, killed the engine and left the lights on, and they both went into the night.

She walked around a bit.

Tom was taking too long now. She wasn't worried as much as curious, since the kid was a bit of an explorer, and always went out of his way for rocks, plants and insects he had never seen.

"Tom?" She said simply, letting him now with that that they should keep going now.

"Come here, please" her son requested.

She tracked his voice and found him bent over something on the floor.

"I think it's dying".

She moved towards him. A wolf cub layed on the floor, eyes closed, breathing heavily through his mouth.

He didn't say anything else. He knew he didn't need to. Over the course of his short life, he had had close to a dozen pets, all stray dogs and cats. Her mother would nourish them, feed them, take them to good health, and then find them families. Their apartment was too small, so they couldn't keep them, but any animal in distress would be rescued, his mother being unable to let anything suffer.

"Okay, go to the car, take some cardboard and prepare a bed so that if he pisses himself, he doesn't stain our clothes."

She was in the process of lifting him up, when she heard a growl, too close by not to be worrisome. She lifted her head and saw the mother of the cub, looking at her, staring at her.

Both mothers stood in the desert, measuring each other, without moving, conscious only of each other and of their breaths.

Tom came back, too fast for her to stop him.

"Mom, it's rea..."

She held him back, protected him, covered him with her body.

And that, the wolf saw. Ears down, resting tail, she moved, ever very gently, towards her cub, resting in the woman's arms. She knelt down and showed her the cub. The snout sniffed eagerly, and sensed that the little creature was still moving.

The wolf stared at the woman, a desperate plea in her eyes.

"Come" she said, and went back to the car. Slowly, unsure of itself, keeping its distance, the wolf followed them.

She tooked her toolbox out and examined the cub. She was amazed at how much close the dogs to these animals still were. Everything was the same, absolutely everything. She didn't took too long to find out the probable cause for the suffering. The cub was in cetosis, his body was consuming his little body, hungering away. She looked at the mother, and noticed for the first time that its ears were too long.

"Feed the wolf, tom, give him our sandwiches"

Tom went to the front seat and took out all the food he had. The wolf adeptly ate what she was given, and stayed back.

"Mom, can the puppy eat?"

"No, not yet".

She tried to feed him with some liquid nutrient phials she found, but she knew this wouldn't be enough.

For a long time, they stayed there, by the road, waiting. For a long time, both the kid and the wolf left the woman alone.

"Okay, I'm ready"

"He'll live?"

"I don't know. We have to wait."

They stayed the night. Mother and son rested inside the car, and the wolf and its cub rested by the car, in the middle of the night.

The blazing sun woke them up, hot as ever in the desert, and they heard the puppy howling faintly. Tom gve a sigh of relief, and chanted victory, but stopped when he saw her mother's seriousness: "If he stays, he dies".

"Then we have to take him with us, mum. We have to."

"No, Tom. He has his mother. We can't take him away. We have to leave him here."

"But he dies."

"I know."

She took some food out of the car, and left it by the wolfs. She then proceed to pack everything. All was ready, they were about to leave. Tom was crying, and crying hard. Her mother asked him to go into the car, and he did as he was told, as he sobbed and excused himself for not being able to stop his sobbing.

She was already seated, seat belt on, engine started, trying not to look back, when the wolf caught her eye:

Big, enormous, it was standing over the door, scratching the door and the window, with the puppy hanging by the neck in its snout.

She opened the door, and the wolf gently left the puppy on her lap.

"What is it?" asked Tom, and didn't insist, because he knew that something was happening, and that he had no part.

Both women were staring into each other's eyes, and a favor was being asked. A favor and a promise.

She stepped down, open the trunk, and took all the food she found. She had to take the luggage away, and then put it back, but everything they had to eat, she gave it to the wolf. They'd shortly be home again, albeit a new one, and they wouldn't starve.

The morning sun was already quite high when she started the car again, and the temperature had rise close to it's peak. The wolf stayed by the food, and, cub in her lap, she moved the car a bit forward. Through the rear mirror, she was staring at the wolf, that did nothing. She moved a bit forward, and the wolf didn't move. She was hoping that it would, that it was a mistake. She was hoping that what she thought it meant was not for her to take the kid away. But it was all too clear that this was precisely what it was.

She sped up as fast as she could, watching the wolf through the mirror, trying to leave the night behind.

When the wolf was a tiny little spot, she heard its howl.

The little cub still with his closed eyes, stood up shaking. And still with his eyes closed, howled back.

title: I'll improvise it...

question: Who is the narrator?

answer: Not explicitly stated, but she seems to be a mother who works and runs animal shelters.

question: Where is the narrator driving to?

answer: Unclear, the narrator seems to be on a long road trip to a new home.

question: Who is Tom?

answer: Tom is the narrator's son.

question: Why does the narrator pick up the wolf?

answer: The wolf cub is dying and in need of medical attention.

question: Write a ~7 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator and her son, Tom, are driving to their new home. When they stop on the side of the road for a bathroom break, Tom sees a dying wolf cub. The narrator attempts to treat it, but knows that there is little hope for the cub. The mother wolf approaches them but is not aggressive; in fact it seems like it wants the narrator to help the cub. Morning arrives, and the narrator decides to leave the cub with the mother, even though she knows it will die. However, the mother insists on her taking the cub. The narrator leaves the mother with food and drives off with the small wolf.


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Several journalists and media experts from the Baltics and Finland have sent a letter to the European Commission, calling for the creation of an EU financed television channel for Europe's Russian speaking audience, reports the Latvian daily Diena.

The authors of the letter point out that such a channel would offer objective information about events taking place in Europe and around the world, and would maintain European values as well as offer a good entertainment program. The channel could be called ''Golos Yevropi,'' which means ''Voice of Europe,'' and could be launched in 2015.

This would also serve to counter the mainly propagandist material, misinformation and outright lies that Russian media is typically known for.

The necessity of such a channel has become clear in wake of the events the Crimea, where Russia waged an information and propaganda war against Ukraine and the West, the letter says.

Meanwhile, the chairwoman of the Saeima European Affairs Committee Zanda Kalnina Lukasevica (Reform Party) emphasized that she support this idea. ''We have spoken about the creation of such a channel on the EU level. The fact that journalists and media experts support this initiative is very good to hear,'' she said, adding that the initiative will most likely gain support from the European Commission.

question: What countries sent a letter to the European Commission?

answer: The Baltics and Finland.

question: What would the name of the channel be?

answer: Golos Yevropi, or Voice of Europe.

question: What is the new channel trying to counter?

answer: Russian propaganda.

question: What event has changed things to make such a channel necessary?

answer: The annexation of Crimea.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The article is about a group of journalists in the Baltic States who are asking Europe to help create a channel to counter Russian propaganda in the region.


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March 2021-

The MC just finished summarizing the operation,
calling it "The most successful infantry op of the 21st century"

     I'm the only man in the ballroom not wearing the Army Service Uniform.
It's a small gathering, just a platoon, a small platoon of thrity men or so.
The only reason why I was here is because of my job. I'm the MI liason for
the CIA, providing key information to SF and Infantry units. I provided the
information on this op, and I know now that I'll live to forget it.

      There was a silence, then a young corporal stood up and spoke.

"To Lieutenant Morton! For his leadership got the job done, and kept us alive!
To John!"

The audience followed suit. "To John!"

I raised my glass half-heartedly, knowing that I have ruined that man's life forever.
The festivities began, and I stood up. I walked towards the officer's table. He was
surrounded by his family, and the family of his late Platoon Sergeant. It's been almost fifteen
years since I've seen John. He was my best friend through Junior high and high school years.
I haven't spoken with him since we left for college.

I got medically declined  my third year of ROTC in college. He was commissioned top of his
class at West Point, class of 2019.  So I got a job at the CIA, serving and working as close
to the army as I could, working as a mission spook. In a way, we were doing the same job,
except I made two hundred thousand dollars a year versus his fifty-three.

I tapped his shoulder.

"John? John Morton?" I asked in confirmation of his name.

"Yes" He replied.

John didn't look like he was in his twenties at all. He had a long, jagged scar across his face,
and mutliple pale patches of skin on his right hand, making the skin grafts noticable. His left
hand, there was no left hand. A metal plastic prosthetic replaced his missing flesh.

"Who are you?"  He asked, looking at my face intently, like I looked familiar.

"I'm Matthew Magee, the spook." Smiling afterwards.

John excused himself from the table and walked with me to an empty table.

"Matt! Damn! It's been years since we've talked. What's going on?"

The man who had once been my best friend in school at been shot at, blasted at,
and gave his right hand for his country, yet he was still lively and friendly as he
was in school. My eyes watered as we talked about our lives. The family, the army life,
spook life, and eventually the mission that we had just taken part of.  There was a
brief pause in the conversation. He then spoke.

"Thanks for the info you gave us. You got most of us out of there alive--"

A tear rolled down my eye.
He stopped talking and asked me what was wrong.
I pointed to his prosthetic. I blinked back my tears and cleared my throat.
"John, the mines...." I paused. "I knew about them. I tried to tell your Platoon
Sergeant, but I was cut off by radio security procedures. Then the mines went off."

He put his left hand on my shoulder. He and shared tears that only combat veterans
can share. Serving the country, the guilt of alternative service.

title: The Guilt of Alternative Service

question: Who is the gathering celebrating?

answer: Lieutenant John Morton who just led an infantry operation as as a member of the US Army.

question: Why is Matthew Magee feeling guilty?

answer: He is an old high school buddy of John's, and was medically declined for his third year of ROTC while John was top of his class. Magee went on to work for the CIA making over $200k per year while John risked his life and made $53k per year. He tried to tell John's platoon about the hidden mines in the operation which caused John to lose his left hand, but the radio got cut off.

question: How does John look to Magee now?

answer: Despite being in his twenties, John doesn't look it. He has a jagged scar on his face, skin grafts on his right hand, and he is missing his left hand altogether. He's aged rapidly due to the costs of war, yet still seems to Magee to be as friendly as he was in school.

question: How do John and Matthew reconcile the incident?

answer: Matthew tells John about his knowledge of the mines and his attempt to alert the platoon. He is upset that John lost a hand, and he and John shed tears together that only can be shared by combat veterans who know the costs of war.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Lieutenant John Morton is being honored for a successful infantry operation. An old school friend, Matthew Magee, is in attendance with guilt on his conscience. He hasn't seen John in nearly 15 years since he got medically declined for ROTC and went to work in the CIA, while John graduated top of his class and went to war. The two meet, and Matthew admits his guilt to John, and so they shed a tear together as only combat veterans who know the cost of war can.


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ST. RUPERT MAYER'S HIGH is a Catholic School in Makonde District, Zimbabwe. The school aims at offering quality education inspired by the Catholic ethos. It is part of the bigger St Rupert Mayer Mission which, in addition to the high school, comprises a primary school, a hospital, and a parish. St Rupert Mayer's High School was founded in 2000.

School history

The school was founded in 2000, following a request by the local community for a mission boarding school. Seeing the need to start a high school, Fr. Chazunguza in collaboration with Wolfgang Tamm (the then Education secretary of the Chinhoyi Diocese) established the school. The foundation of the mission high school was approved by the ministry of education on the basis that it was to be a proper boarding school. Fr. Mabiri replaced Fr. Chazunguza and served from 2000 till May 2002. Karl Hermann took over in 2004.

title: St. Rupert Mayer's High School, Makonde

question: Where is St. Rupert Mayer's High School?

answer: In Makonde District, Zimbabwe.

question: What kind of school is it?

answer: A Catholic boarding school.

question: What are the other parts of the St Rupert Mayer Mission?

answer: A primary school, a hospital, and a parish.

question: When was the St Rupert Mayer's High School founded?

answer: In 2000.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The text is about St Rupert Mayer's High School, a Catholic boarding school in Makonde District in Zimbabwe.


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AQUILLA is an unincorporated community in Stoddard County, in the U.S. state of Missouri.[1]

History

A post office called Aquilla was established in 1892, and remained in operation until 1908.[2] Some say the name Aquilla is Latin meaning “eagle”, while others believe Aquilla is named after a character in the Bible.[3]

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title: Aquilla, Missouri

question: What is Aquilla?

answer: An unincorporated community.

question: What is an unincorporated community?

answer: This is not clear in the article.

question: Where is it located?

answer: In Missouri.

question: Until what year did the post office called Aquilla remain in operation?

answer: 1908.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Aquilla is an unincorporated community in Stoddard County, in the U.S. state of Missouri. It might be named from the Latin word meaning "eagle", or after a character in the Bible.


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The lion-tamer took another drink.
     A foolish endeavor, a coaxing of evil consequences, tethering shadows and pulling them from hiding; not creating them, but forcing them into action. The consumption was known to inhibit one’s abilities to deal with the beast; that presence that was the performer’s opponent almost every day, a battle that had existed far before and would exist far after the individual’s passing. An infinitesimal delay in processing, a slight dent or opening in the long forged armor that could be torn and expanding into a hellish gash, capable of swallowing not only the afflicted, but all those associated. Without thought of family, the level within the cup lowered. For as there are roles for those who have never had to deal with a beast, and roles for those who have been feasted upon by it, the lion-tamer was content—or rather, resigned—to that purpose to which he was assigned. He was a warrior, a brute, a man that, perhaps, felt so condemned to monotony that the stinging sabotage that rushed down his throat was what he viewed as his solace; through failing to contain and control that monster, he would be freed from his act. While severing the strings that he felt some great puppeteer used to bind him to his position, the level in the cup lowered.
     His counterpart was a beautiful thing; a positively gorgeous and misunderstood creature with wild hair that, if one were ever brave enough to approach it, refused to fall into any semblance of pattern. The eyes that perpetually had scarlet streaks within them, light details that he had once lost himself in but now whose complexities exhausted and bothered him. Anyone who saw her was immediately taken with her beauty; it was only he who knew her well enough to have encountered her flaws, her irrational behavior, her hatred of their morning routine. Still, when he was in front of a crowd, he was proud to have dedicated his life and patience to her. They would often tell him of his error in taming her, that keeping her so restricted was a crime against the natural way of the world. Only he could see how they were intertwined, but the awareness of this fact gave no comfort regarding its implications.
     And now, he is once more doing his dance. And now, he hears its roar as it emerges. And now there are few things that exist across the world, things which have the same value whether found in a desert or in an ocean, that no single language has laid claim to. Whose existence is dated before writing can attribute it to a source, or may even be one of those rare things which is ancient to the point of being sourceless. A primal instinct which can not be ignored or realized, for the very situation that beckons it forth is one of such urgency and pace that no time is granted for thought. Such is the nature of the human yell, and such was the nature of the yell that erupted from deep, deep within the lion-tamer as it finally tore out from his oppression and struck her.
     She gasped, and the sight of blood emerging from that ugly, swelling wound gave him a ferocity to match that beast and he beat it to such depth that the devil himself would have been his companion. It cowered beneath his shameful rage, and she, rather than grateful for his regained control, looked at him with such a degree of mistrust and despair that he almost felt compelled to summon the beast back from its wounded respite to strike her once more. The unavoidable thread that held their pupils transfixed upon the other was effective to such an extent that he could not sense the reaction of the rest of the audience; or rather, if there was an audience. While at times the routine was in front of a multitude of terrified onlookers, some who averted their eyes as if in mock-politeness, he believed this time that she was the only one, a fact which made the lion-tamer’s inability to control his beast that much more personal, memorable, and painful. She fell back in her seat, and he noticed that the roaring in his ears finally subsided as he calmed.
     She was furious and frightened, a look of defiance in her eyes threatening to leave. But he knew she wouldn’t. She had made such an investment in staying. And he felt that part of her enjoyed his performance because she knew how much of a risk it posed to be there. Many knew that he was constantly struggling, and while the act of it was usually entertained in private or with fellow performers, nothing will escape the mouths of the weak faster than something that makes them feel strong. And in such a case, his inadequacy was their elixir. So she knew he was a danger, and she stayed. She had to. She was as much a part of this circus as he, an integral part of the show that fascinated and convinced so many, and sickened so many others. He, however, was not such a coward. In the aftermath of the frightening outburst, he knew the act was forever over and without a word (for what could possibly exist that hadn’t been said or thought to such a deafening extent that it being said would be redundant) he left. He left his ring—the symbol of what once had been his home and love—and with lumbering steps carried himself into the night.
     She screamed after him, her wild hair hanging down in her eyes sticking to her tears and sweat like horrible animal markings. But it was without reason – though she had been left with it, the lion had already curled up and slept and gone.

title: The Lion-Tamer. 997 WC. [OC]. Any comments are greatly appreciated.

question: What does the story say about the relationship between the lion tamer and the lioness?

answer: The lion tamer had trained the lioness for years as part of the circus act. He formed a special bond with her during this time and understood her behavior, temperament, likes and dislikes, etc. He also always enjoyed working with her while entertaining the crowd despite the dangers attached to the nature of the job.

question: What does the story say about how the lion tamer possibly felt about his job?

answer: Being a lion tamer in a circus is a demanding, high-risk job. However, the protagonist was a skilled brute who felt trapped but resigned to his fate as a lion tamer. Although, he found happiness working with the lioness with whom he formed a special bond and was always willing to entertain the crowd with their performance. Still, he needed the help of what seemed like an alcoholic beverage to fuel his confidence and performance.