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BioGrow 365 is a complete natural all in one microbial inoculant, micronutrient and soil conditioner containing a highly specialized microbiology that is environmentally safe.

BioGrow 365 is made through an innovative manufacturing procedure that turns natural raw materials into an environmentally safe, natural liquid microbial inoculant, micronutrient and soil conditioner resulting in healthier fruit, vegetables, crops, livestock and people.

BioGrow 365 is multipurpose and can be used on gardens, row crops, pastures, hay fields, fruit trees, lawns, flowers and ornamentals.

BioGrow 365 will not burn, is non toxic and non polluting. It can be delivered through any commonly used irrigation system including  flood and drip feed systems.

Independently tested and proven with outstanding results.

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question: What is BioGrow 365?

answer: BioGrow 365 is a complete, natural, all-in-one microbial inoculant, micronutrient, and soil conditioner. It contains environmentally safe and highly specialized microbiology, will not burn, is non-toxic, and non-polluting.

question: How is BioGrow 365 made?

answer: BioGrow 365 is made via an innovative manufacturing process that turns natural raw materials into an environmentally safe, natural liquid inoculant, micronutrient, and soil conditioner.

question: Where can BioGrow 365 be used?

answer: Since BioGrow 365 results in healthier fruit, vegetables, crops, livestock, and people, it can be used on gardens, row crops, pastures, hayfields, fruit trees, lawns, flowers, and ornamentals.

question: What delivery system is required by BioGrow 365?

answer: It can be delivered through any commonly used irrigation system including flood and drip feed systems.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: BioGrow 365 is a complete, natural, all-in-one microbial inoculant, micronutrient, and soil conditioner. It contains environmentally safe and highly specialized microbiology, will not burn, is non-toxic, and non-polluting. The product can be used on gardens, row crops, pastures, hayfields, fruit trees, lawns, flowers, and ornamentals using flood and drip feed systems.


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It was a small boring house in Los Angeles, California that suprisingly no one ever noticed, and has been abandon for probably thirty years now, which is pretty strange why that house hasn't been taken down yet. It was.... how do I put this...... it was creepy, in a really interesting, nostalgic, and somber way, maybe because it reminded of my simple, small appeal childhood in Moscow, Pennsylvania.
           I recently discovered the last family that moved into that house either disappeared or died. Fifth-teen feet away from that house, I saw a boy that was probably about thirteen, all alone sitting on a tree stump and looked down at the grass depressed. I then realized, that kid looked exactly like me when i was his thirteen.
                        I then said to him, "Why are you sitting alone depressed?" the boy looked at me like I had nine arms and said "Could you see me? I was the soul of the kid that lived in that house!" At first I thought he was just being an asshole to get me away, then he yelled, "I'm serious! PLEASE, just maybe I could prove it!"
            The way he yelled made me shocked no one noticed that. It was so loud, but I didn't let it get to me. I said to him "Okay, try to 'prove' it then." suddenly the boy walked through me, "Do you believe me now!?" I was astonished "How did you do that?!" I said "I've been deceased for five years now..." "Whats your name?" I asked him. "My name is Mills"
               Words cannot describe how much that astounded me. My name is also Mills. I soon realized he had the same cloths I wore when I was his age. he had sagging jeans and my old gym t-shirt that said Trojans on it. I also realized the house he was sitting by looked exactly like my old house in Moscow, Pennsylvania. The only difference    between me and that kid was that lived in Pennsylvania my whole childhood.
              To be continued........

title: The ghost from the house. Part 1

question: Who is the narrator?

answer: The narrator is not Mills.

question: Why is the house in LA creepy?

answer: The narrator has trouble describing it, but it seems that he thinks this because it reminds him of his old house.

question: How does the kid prove he's a ghost?

answer: He walks through the narrator.

question: Is the ghost kid Mills the same entity as the narrator Mills?

answer: It lingers on this question.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Mills is visiting an abandoned house in Los Angeles that gives him the creeps in a nostalgic sort of way, because it reminds him of a house he lived in as a kid in Pennsylvania. One day a kid is sitting on the steps of the LA house. The kid claims he's a ghost-also named Mills-and walks through the narrator Mills to prove this. Narrator Mills is in shock, trying to figure out what's going on.


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Kitchen appliances are integral to every Richmond kitchen remodel. They’re what you use to cook your food, keep it cold, and clean up after you’re done. These aren’t the only things that kitchen appliances can do, however; from spicing up your style to offering you newer amenities, today’s kitchen appliances do it all and more.

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SEVEN NEW TRENDS IN KITCHEN APPLIANCES

While natural materials and finishes are making waves in other parts of the kitchen, these seven trends are heating up the appliances. Take a look to find out what’s in store.

COPPER FINISHES

Finishes throughout kitchens are turning warmer and moving away from ubiquitous stainless steel. Say hello to copper stove fronts, hoods, and appliance pulls instead. The key here, though, is that while you can find copper showing up on appliances all over the place, it’s the bespoke items – the ones that you have made just for you – that are really gaining traction. Invest in a new copper hood above your stove and watch its living finish age with time to always stay on trend.

BOLD COLORS

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In addition to copper, bold and unusual colors are sweeping across kitchen appliances everywhere. Unlike Harvest Gold or Avocado Green, however, these colors are not likely to date your kitchen any time soon. Colors like cool turquoise blue and bold red have been found on Aga’s for years. Now, they’re turning up on nearly every brand and coordinating with the hot new colors and finishes found in the rest of the kitchen.

HI DEF REFRIGERATION

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A TV in the kitchen isn’t exactly new, but a refrigerator that offers you high definition viewing built right into its front is. One of the hottest trends in kitchen appliances today are those that pull double duty, like the HDTV Refrigerator by LG. It offers a 15-inch screen complete with remote access, and the ability to hook up cable or a DVD player so you don’t have to miss a thing while you’re making dinner.

RETRACTABLE STOVE TOPS

Anyone that spends time in the kitchen knows that there’s nothing like cooking with gas. The fast and even heating of a gas cooktop just can’t be found on electric models. Unfortunately, for the last several years home chefs have had to choose between the function of a gas stove, and the easy cleaning and sleek style of glass-topped electric stoves. Now you can have both, with new gas stove tops that have retractable burners. The latest models by Fisher & Paykel are in stores now. They have a flat, black surface that extends to offer you a natural gas burner which retracts when you’re through. Now your cooking and your cleanup can be a breeze.

COUNTER REFRIGERATION

Stop trekking down to the wine cellar every time you want a bottle, and invest in some counter refrigeration instead. Wine fridges have been around for a while, but newer models are quickly gaining steam by allowing you to install them beneath or on top of your kitchen counters. They can maintain the temperature to an extremely precise degree offering superior wine storage capabilities as well. Now you can keep your wine at the perfect temperature right inside your kitchen, no wine cellar necessary. And if wine isn’t your thing, you can use a counter refrigerator for a host of other beverages and foods that may need climate controlled refrigeration as well.

INVISIBLE APPLIANCES

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While contemporary kitchens are showing off their appliances in hot new colors with cool new gadgets, formal and traditional kitchens are taking a different route. In these kitchens the invisible appliance is the one making the most headway. Appliance panels that match the rest of the kitchen cabinets and details are installed on top of the appliance doors. The result is that the appliance fades away into the background of the kitchen, letting other details take center stage.

BETTER FOOD STORAGE

With the emphasis that more people are placing on healthy, fresh foods in the home, appliance manufacturers are beginning to take notice. New refrigerators like the GE Profile are available that have dual cooling systems to help your food stay fresher for longer, so you can invest more in healthy produce.

CATCH THE LATEST TRENDS

Make sure that your kitchen is up to the minute on style and function by paying attention to the hottest new kitchen appliance trends. Many of these can fit beautifully into several kitchens, so why not yours?

For any other tips on how to make your home remodeling a breeze, Classic Construction is available for all your Richmond remodeling services. To learn more, give us a call at 804-776-5070 or fill out our online form for a free consultation.

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question: What are the new trends in Kitchen Appliances?

answer: Copper Finishes, Bold Colors, Hi Def Refrigeration, Retractable Stove Tops, Counter Refrigeration, Invisible Appliances, Better Food Stores.

question: Summarize everything relating to finishes.

answer: Copper finishes are very popular. Colors like cool turquoise blue and bold red are also common. For copper finishes it is common to get a bespoke item. According to the article this makes your kitchen really stand out.

question: What is the purpose of counter refrigeration?

answer: The article claims counter refrigeration can replace a wine cellar. It has the ability to manage temperature to a very precise degree. However, even if one does not want to keep wine in one's refrigerator, the author assures us that other beverages and foods may need climate controlled refrigeration as well.

question: What is the purpose of this article?

answer: It is hard to know whether these are actually trends. Certainly they are items the author may have noticed customers buying, or maybe wish were trends. The author of this piece runs a business selling kitchenware and has an interest in selling such objects to the reader.


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MAXIMILIAN ELLIS UGRAI (born 28 July 1995) is a German professional basketball player for Ratiopharm Ulm of the Basketball Bundesliga.[1]

Career

Ugrai has already participated as a starter with the German U16 and U18 team at European Championships. In 2015, Ugrai was nominated for the first time for a training course for the national team.

On June 10, 2017, Ugrai signed with the German team Science City Jena.[2] He averaged 7.4 points a game in 34 Bundesliga contests during the 2017-18 season[3] and moved to fellow Bundesliga team Ratiopharm Ulm in May 2018.[4]

Career statistics

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BBL regular season

  Saison    Team          GP   GS   MPG     PPG    2P %   3P %   FG %   FT %   RPG   APG   SPG   BPG
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  2012/13   Würzburg[5]   1    0    20:12   11.0   50.0   66.7   57.1   25.0   4.0   0.0   3.0   0.0
  2013/14   Würzburg[6]   14   1    3:45    0.9    33.3   20.0   27.3   83.3   0.7   0.2   0.0   0.0
  2015/16   Würzburg[7]   22   6    10:16   3.4    50.0   43.8   48.0   82.6   1.7   0.9   0.1   0.3
  2016/17   Würzburg[8]   30   19   17:53   4.3    51.6   30.0   43.1   70.0   2.5   0.9   0.5   0.6
  2017/18   Jena[9]       34   27   19:42   7.4    57.7   37.6   47.9   76.6   3.0   0.7   0.6   0.5
  2018/19   Ulm[10]

BBL playoffs

  Saison    Team           GP   GS   MPG     PPG   2P %   3P %   FG %   FT %   RPG   APG   SPG   BPG
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  2015/16   Würzburg[11]   3    3    13:51   3.3   30.0   50.0   33.3   50.0   1.7   0.0   0.3   0.3

[1] Stefan Mantel: _Max Ugrai hat noch viel vor_, MainPost.de, 13 Feb 2015. Accessed 22 Dec 2016.

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[5] BBL: _Maximilian Ugrai_. www.easycredit-bbl.de. March 16, 2017. (german)

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title: Max Ugrai

question: What league does Max Ugrai ply in?

answer: Basketball Bundesliga

question: What team has Ugrai most recently played with?

answer: Ratiopharm Ulm

question: What month was Ugrai born in?

answer: July

question: What team did Ugrai play with first?

answer: Science City Jena

question: How many games did Ugrai participate in in the 2017-2018 season?

answer: 34

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This article discusses Maximilian Ugrai, a basketball player in Germany. It lists his background and team affiliations, alongside some scoring statistics


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The FRANKFURT–BEBRA RAILWAY runs from Bebra to Frankfurt am Main via Fulda, Gelnhausen, Hanau and Offenbach am Main in south central Germany. The southern section between Fulda and Frankfurt is known as the KINZIG VALLEY RAILWAY () due to the route it follows through the Kinzig Valley.

This important north-south link was planned by the Electorate of Hesse-Kassel as the _Bebra–Hanau railway_ but was first opened under Prussian management. This line was extended as far as Frankfurt under the name _Frankfurt–Bebra railway_. Today it is part of the _Intercity-Express_ (_ICE_) lines from north and central Germany to Frankfurt. Just as important is the _Regional-Express_ connexion from Fulda to Frankfurt and the _Stadt-Express_ link from Wächtersbach to Frankfurt. With the Main–Weser Railway it is one of the most important north-south freight lines in central Germany.

History

When railways began to be built in Germany in the nineteenth century the two largest cities of the Hesse-Kassel (_Kurhessen_), which had been re-established by the Congress of Vienna in 1815, were its capital Kassel and the city of Hanau in its far south. Initially it was not practical to build a railway to connect Kurhessen through the mountainous country between Hanau and Fulda. Instead a railway was established jointly by the three countries of Kurhessen, the Grand Duchy of Hesse and Free City of Frankfurt, and completed between Frankfurt and Kassel in 1852. Meanwhile, the private Frankfurt–Hanau railway was opened in 1848, allowing a connection between Kassel and Hanau via Frankfurt, although the lines were not physically linked.

With improvements to railway technology, it became more practical to build a railway between Kassel and Hanau via almost exclusively on Kurhessen territory. The Kurhessen Parliament passed a law authorising the construction of a railway in 1863.

Construction

The Friedrich Wilhelm North Railway (_Friedrich-Wilhelms-Nordbahn_) already connected Bebra with Kassel. Initially the proposed railway was called the Bebra-Hanau railway (German: _Bebra-Hanauer Eisenbahn_). In order not to leave Kurhessen territory, the line followed the route of the Haune valley, not that of the Fulda, which was in the territory of the Grand Duchy of Hesse. Therefore, a winding route was necessary.

After the annexation of the Electorate of Hesse-Kassel by Prussia as a result of the Austro-Prussian War in 1866, the project was taken over by Prussia. At the same time construction of the southern section commenced. Prussia was able to complete the line within two years, and trains began to run between Hanau and Frankfurt, initially via the Frankfurt-Hanau railway and the Frankfurt City Link Line (_Verbindungsbahn_) on the northern bank of the Main to Frankfurt's western stations. In 1873 the bridge over the Main at Hanau-Steinheim was completed, which enabled trains to run on the newly built track via Offenbach am Main, Frankfurt Bebra Station and the Main-Neckar Railway bridge (now the location of the “Freedom” road bridge—_Friedensbrücke_) into Frankfurt. This new route avoided the old Hanau station and this required a new, larger station to be built on the line in order to continue to serve Hanau at the point where the Frankfurt-Bebra line intersected with the Main–Spessart railway on its way to Aschaffenburg, initially called _Hanau East_, and later renamed Hanau central station.

  22 January 1866    Bebra–Bad Hersfeld
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  1 October 1866     Bad Hersfeld via Hünfeld to Fulda
  1 May 1867         Hanau–Wächtersbach
  1 July 1868        Fulda–Neuhof
  1 July 1868        Wächtersbach–Steinau an der Straße
  15 December 1868   Neuhof–Steinau an der Straße (including the zig zag in Elm)
  15 November 1873   Hanau–Frankfurt Bebra Station
  1 December 1875    Frankfurt Bebra Station–Frankfurt Main-Neckar Station

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Later changes

The mountains between Flieden and Schlüchtern south of Fulda initially led to the decision to build a zig zag line in order to avoid building an almost 4 km long tunnel. This required all through trains to reverse at Elm, which led to increasing congestion as traffic increased with the connection of the Flieden–Gemünden railway to the line at Elm in 1873. Tunnel-building technology had improved significantly by the beginning of the 20th century, notably with the increased availability of dynamite. Thus in 1909 construction of the Schlüchtern tunnel began under Distelrasen; it was completed on 14 February 1914 and put into operation on 1 May. In 2009 a second tube was opened and the old tunnel is now being rebuilt as a single-track tunnel.

In 1914, a compound curve was opened to the south of Bebra allowing trains to run without reversal or stop at Bebra between the line from Frankfurt to the Thuringian Railway to Leipzig and Berlin; this line has become commonly known as the _Berlin curve_.

In 1963 electrification of the line was completed.

Operations

Since it was built, the traffic load on the line has changed several times. Until the Second World War it was used primarily to transport on the Frankfurt–Leipzig line. As a result of the division of Germany, this east–west traffic came to a standstill, except for transit trains from West Germany to West Berlin and the inter-zonal trains between West and East Germany which now ran with a locomotive change and a reversal in Bebra. This meant that the main traffic shifted to the north–south direction, from Hanover and Hamburg to Frankfurt and also via the Fulda–Main line towards Bavaria. This meant that the historical line is now divided into several parts for operational purposes:

-   The Frankfurt–Hanau south bank line
-   The Kinzig Valley Railway between Hanau and Fulda
-   the Bebra–Fulda railway, connecting with the Flieden–Gemünden line (Fulda–Main line) via the Kinzig Valley Railway near Flieden.

title: Frankfurt–Bebra railway

question: Where does the Frankfurt–Bebra railway run through?

answer: It runs through Fulda, Gelnhausen, Hanau and Offenbach am Main in south central Germany.

question: Explain what is known as the Kinzig Valley Railway.

answer: The southern section between Fulda and Frankfurt due to the route it follows through the Kinzig Valley.

question: Who planned the north-south link?

answer: it was planned by planned by the Electorate of Hesse-Kassel

question: Under which management did the railway first open?

answer: It was first opened under Prussian management

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The Frankfurt–Bebra railway runs through Fulda, Gelnhausen, Hanau and Offenbach am Main in south central Germany. The southern section follows through the Kinzig Valley therefore this section became known as Kinzig Valley Railway.


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PADRES FC is an Australian soccer club from Darwin, the capital city of the Northern Territory, Australia. Padres FC currently play in the NT Northern Zone Premier League.[1]

Colours

Padres FC's kit colours are yellow with black shoulder streaks and black shorts – see example here. The club's current major sponsor is Chameleon Window Tinting, and its logo features prominently on the club shirt.

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title: Padres FC

question: Where is Padres FC based?

answer: Padres FC is based in Darwin, the capital city of the Northern Territory, Australia.

question: What league does Padres FC based?

answer: They play in the NT Northern Zone Premier League.

question: When was Padres FC founded?

answer: not answered

question: What are Padres FC's kit colors?

answer: The kits are yellow with black shoulder streaks and black shorts.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Padres FC is an Australian soccer club based in Darwin, the capital of the Northern Territory.


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_"I'm wasting all my time_

_I push it all away"_

- Day Wave, _"Wasting Time"_

Context, context, context. Breathe in, breathe out, stare longingly at that semi final draw and try and put all of this into context. We have a lot of injuries. Arsenal have enough players to have two separate teams. Arsene Wenger's dad is refereeing. All those eighteen year olds. It was cold.

But even with all of that being true, this still feels like a hollow defeat. To borrow from cricketing parlance - we died wondering. And so, on the way home last night, I found myself pondering whether this had been one of the most pointless endeavours in human history. Ninety minutes played with just a single shot at goal from us, and only one shot on target from both sides in the entire game, which Joe Hart most certainly did not save. What a colossal waste of time.

Watching such impressive futility I couldn't help but think of the Roman Emperor, Caligula, who was apparently so furious with the sea that he ordered his soldiers to take their spears and stab the water, and then commanded them to collect sea shells as tokens of victory. In his defence, I have often felt like this about my new Sky Q box.

Sadly, this story is unlikely to be true and is widely regarded to be a concoction of Roman historians, but as I watched Aaron Cresswell battle gamely here as a very makeshift right wing back, I couldn't help but think that if we gave him some Speedo's, a beachtowel and a speargun he couldn't actually do any worse than he was doing.

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_"I wonder if there are any central midfielders in here?" says David Moyes_

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_"Oh is this the way they say the future's meant to feel?_

_Or just twenty thousand people standing in a field?"_

- Pulp, _"Sorted Out for E's and Whizz"_

So what did this mean exactly? What was the point of that stirring, life affirming, renewing-our-vows-of-fidelity comeback at Wembley if we were going to surrender so meekly here? After all, this was a quarter final of a major trophy and it's a pretty messed up set of priorities when we're exchanging all of that glorious possibility for a shot at finishing 12th in the league. But it's really a bit more nuanced than all that.

Of course, we took seven thousand fans last night, and even at a tenner a ticket we were being fleeced, given the performance, but before tearing into Moyes and the players too quickly, I will ask a broader question of those fans who are rightly angry at such an insipid display. For me, the issue here is not one of whether we _should_ have been more attacking, but more one of whether we actually _could_ have been more attacking? Because, while I agree wholeheartedly with those who say that we should never spurn any opportunity to win a trophy, I think it's also reasonable to ask exactly what people would have done differently. Simply saying _"have a go"_ or _"show a bit of passion" _isn't sufficient because those are meaningless phrases. The question here is...how?

The problem for Moyes essentially boiled down to the fact that he had no midfield available to him. He lost Edimilson Fernandes, Cheikhou Kouyate and Mark Noble to the West Ham annual Christmas injury bug, and Manuel Lanzini to a suspension after he was found guilty of diving whilst playing for a team with a turnover of less than £150m. Similarly absent were Josh Cullen and Reece Oxford who are on gap years somewhere getting their hair braided on the Inca trail, and Michail Antonio was declared unavailable by our medical team after it was confirmed that this game would last longer than an hour.

So before he even began Moyes was shuffling deckchairs on the Titanic, and his answer was to hand starts to a pair of eighteen year old kids in Declan Rice and Domingos Quina. Alongside them was Obiang and they sat in front of a back five where Cresswell was pushed into service as a right wing back because Sam Byram has hamstrings made of blancmange and Pablo Zabaleta has bingo at Help the Aged on a Tuesday. To say we were under strength doesn't quite cover it. I didn't see a lack of effort on the pitch, but more a startling lack of ability.

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_Declan, you go here, Aaron, you go here..._

As such, we battled manfully enough, but with no creativity in the middle we kept running into problems once we got past the halfway line. Our sole opportunities came when Arthur Masuaku was on the ball and was able to run with it. Beyond that, we were reduced to aimless punts in the direction of Chicharito, and generally hoping that we might get a corner and smuggle one in.

For his part, I didn't think that the Mexican did enough to hold the ball up, and instead spent too long trying to run off the shoulder of the last defender. That's not proper forward play, and unless you have some pretty accurate long range passers in key positions, is destined to fail - and we had James Collins and Declan Rice.

Ironically, the one time Chicharito did get in behind, he latched on to an Obiang through ball and was immediately bundled over by one of Chambers or Holding (I couldn't tell them apart). It was a certain foul, and possibly a discussion over a red card. Instead, referee Kevin Friend just ignored it and waved play on. Ho, hum, get the tin foil hats out again lads.

_***_

_"There's the hum, young man where you from? Brooklyn number one_

_Native son, speaking in the native tongue_

_I got my eyes on tomorrow"_

- Mos Def, _"Hip Hop"_

On a night of vanishingly few positives, and a literally vanishing Andre Ayew, I took some comfort from the performance of Domingos Quina. He started uncertainly, which is fair enough when you're up against players of the experience of Coquelin and Elneny, but I felt he grew into the game and showed some nice touches. He is diminutive in stature and clearly needs a bit more game time but I thought he showed enough to warrant further looks.

By contrast, I felt the game mostly passed Rice by, which is also fine because he's a centre back being asked to play in midfield and is also just eighteen. I can see why he gets in ahead of Quina, because he is versatile and more physically ready, but ninety minutes of passing the ball four yards sideways to Obiang didn't convince me that he has a future in midfield. To be honest, I'd rather he went on loan somewhere in the Championship for a month and got kicked around a bit and made his mistakes there instead of for us. I'll also note that I don't want him to have a season long kick-the-issue-up-the-road loan, like Reece Burke is having.

I must also confess that, particularly in this venue, it caused me to once more ponder the merit of sending Reece Oxford elsewhere. I suppose it's always true that on nights like this, players who aren't in the team can certainly improve a great deal.

With those two youngsters alongside him, Obiang was frequently overrun and so Ayew was often seen dropping back, and as a result we really struggled to get forward at all. it also highlighted that none of Ogbonna, Reid or Collins can distribute the ball, and really hammered home the benefot of having Fonte or Cresswell in there, simply so that the ball can be passed forward with an entire bloody rosary of Hail Mary's to accompany it. As you can see from this 11Tegen11 shot map, we managed a solitary effort at goal - a Cresswell free kick - and apart from that were reduced to cheering the half time penalties going in past the Gunnersaurus.

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I mean, honestly, that's not even a shot map - it's a Subbuteo pitch with some gravy spilled on it. The goal was a cavalcade of shitness as Hart stayed rooted to his line, while our centre backs bumped into each other like they were blindfolded and drunk and playing party games, and Danny Welbeck popped up to shin the ball in after controlling it on his stomach. As a metaphor for the game itself, it was a little too on the nose if anything, and even the guys waving those annoying flags behind the goals did so a bit sheepishly.

And that was it. A League cup quarter final that circled the drain and disappeared without even the hint of an intervention. Not even the late, desperate decision to fling on Carroll and Sakho paid off as the latter was sulking and the former spent the entire time giving away fouls or being fouled. Sadly, the referee was adopting the old boxing adage of giving the edge to the team on the front foot, and thus ignored all of that. He also failed to do anything at all about Arsenal's timewasting and injury feigning in the last ten minutes - the only world class thing anybody did on the pitch all night. None of it made any difference of course, as we were so bad, but on a night when there was no beer on sale, and no spark on the pitch, it all just added to the irritation.

***

_"Just wait 'til tomorrow_

_I guess that's what they all say, before they fell apart"_

- New Order, _"Regret"_

But let's deal with something now, namely that this was a big game, and we never showed up. Context is important, and we can't ignore that we're in no position to sacrifice league points in pursuit of anything, but what this also signified for me was two things; firstly, that our squad is almost criminally weak, and that the death of the league cup as a credible competition is almost upon us.

The timing doesn't help. We are about to enter a period when our season will be determined, and we'll be playing five league games in fifteen days. We will have to play those fixtures without any help from January additions, because the game will all be over before they get here. So Moyes had to pick his poison and I can't argue with how he chose.

By contrast, a team like Arsenal actually need these games because it allows them to give playing time to fringe players. Between the league cup and the Europa League it's actually eminently possible for Wenger to give these guys a dozen games before Christmas, which is a nice way to keep your players happy. As such, this competition has become a godsend for those with bloated squads (the big clubs), and a nightmare for anyone trying to preserve ageing legs going into the woodchipper that is Christmas (everyone else).

What this has done then, is reinforce the point in the minds of chairmen and managers that the Premier League TV money of £80m is a far greater reward for a season's work than a cup victory. And while fans might disagree with that on a cellular level, we all also know that there is some truth in that. I hear plenty of fans arguing that they would take a Cup victory and relegation, but I have to assume that those people have not heard of Wigan. Sadly, even though I hate myself for typing it, it's not as straightforwardly binary as making that kind of choice. Fans forget that when you make a semi final now it's a two legged affair in January, when your knackered, depleted squad might very well lose 9-0 on aggregate to Manchester City, so even in that theoretical scenario it's not guaranteed that winning here would get us a trophy.

But what's also maddening about this, and the piece I sympathise with enormously, is that this is one of only two things we can win. As a mid table club, we are totally reliant upon cup competitions for actual silverware, and therefore to pack up and give up on half of our chances doesn't sit well. In fairness, I don't think it sat well with Moyes either, and as I've said above, I saw his stance as being one of necessity rather than ideology. But the fact is, West Ham are precisely the kind of club for whom the League Cup should be an aspiration. We should be too good to go down and too inconsistent to dream of much else, so this should be a target that we go after with all the zealotry of a Republican congressman cutting children's healthcare in an attempt to reduce his own taxes. But that's just not possible with this squad.

And even though I gave David Sullivan some credit for his hiring of Moyes at the weekend, I sincerely hope he spent this ninety minutes with his cheeks burning and his eyes on the ground. Look at the state of that midfield, David, and tell me you're proud of your summer's work. The folly and hubris of those purchases was laid bare as we ended this game with Ayew and Arnautovic in a three man midfield, and Rice as a wing back and even then our best hope of scoring was still our left back.

I thought it was telling that at the weekend, Bournemouth manager Eddie Howe rotated his entire midfield for their game at home to Liverpool. Not that it did them any good, but the point remains. Other teams have depth where we have none, and it's going to be an incredibly long winter if that's not addressed, no matter how well organised our back four has suddenly become.

***

_"But my mother always said you can forgive and forget, and expect that most promises won't be kept_

_I guess I gave credit where it wasn't deserved_

_Some brothers must have preferred not to keep their word"_

_-_ Jurassic 5, _"Great Expectations"_

Another day, another falling out with Diafra Sakho. I understand why he, and other fans, might be frustrated with his lack of playing time, but he's seemingly such a disruptive influence that I can understand why Moyes isn't prioritising his happiness over that of people like Ayew or Hernandez, who aren't openly campaigning to leave the club at least.

So, with the Senegalese apparently getting £50,000 every time he starts a league game, he has started...zero league games this season. All very Entertainment 720, for those of you who know your _Parks and Recreation,_ and seemingly a sure fire way to piss off a player who you need.

[]

_Fifty grand to start!_

It's not that I think we owe anything much to Sakho, given his propensity for disappearing when the going gets tough, but I just don't understand why he would be given this incentive and then actively prohibited from reaching it. He has been ignored all season, firstly in deference to Carroll and lately in favour of two midfielders turned forwards. I can see why he might be a bit pissed off, and think that was a deliberate attempt to avoid paying him his due.

In addition, the sad reality is that he is the only one of our actual forwards with the capabilities to do what Moyes clearly wants from his front men - namely, to run channels, hold the ball up and get about the pitch with more mobility than a trebuchet. But from where Moyes sits, I can certainly understand how little desire there would be to accommodate the wishes of a player who is openly determined to leave.

What a way to do business.

Up the other end Joe Hart had another one of _those_ evenings where he didn't do anything wrong but he didn't do anything right, and he won't be back between the sticks on Saturday. There was a strange, slightly down moment when some fans started singing Adrian's name after Hart came charging off his line and was booked for - as far as I could tell - not touching Welbeck. I get that fans feel Adrian has been hard done by, but when that manifests itself in actively trying to undermine the confidence of the guy on the pitch then that's a bridge too far for me. I accept that this was a frustrating night, a _Fast and Furious_ movie of a night, a _One Direction_ members solo album of a night and a general waste of time. But we must be better than that.

After all, slagging off players generally has one outcome - it makes other players dislike the fans and the club. What do we think that Hart's mates in the dressing room think when they hear that? What about prospective signings, who are already wondering about joining a club with a near constant media circus surrounding us, a rehabilitating manager and an owner with a tendency to comment on them in the press? It's no wonder that Sullivan has to work harder than Antoine Griezmann's PR company just to get anybody through the door for a chat.

Come on folks - we're better than that. When I wrote my retro pieces about Ian Bishop, Trevor Sinclair and Jack Collison, the unifying feature was how all of them felt a connection with the wider West Ham fanbase that helped them in moments of darkness. I'm sure that there are plenty of other players who would state that they had the opposite experience, but the point does still hold, I think. We can make a difference, and we should try and make the difference a positive one. Otherwise, we're just wasting our time. We might as well stab the sea.

question: Summarize the author's view about the League Cup.

answer: He thinks the League Cup is the only silverware mid-table teams can dream of. Because larger teams tend to play more matches, they utilize their reserve of youth players. The smaller teams struggle to compete in all the matches with their relative lack of depth. But, it's also their only chance to win something. However, he points out that while the fans would love silverware, the club's ownership and management would prefer a larger piece of the Premier League's £80 million by prioritizing it over the League Cup.

question: What is the state of the West Ham squad?

answer: They have a lot of injuries, almost no quality players, and practically no depth.

question: Why does the author think £10 would've been too much to ask for the game between Arsenal and West Ham?

answer: The match was so uneventful that there was a single shot at goal from each team. It was just too boring.

question: Explain the declaration of the League Cup as unimportant.

answer: The Premier League offers £80 million, which is a lot more lucrative in the eyes of a football club's owners. Furthermore, it's a competition where big teams with a lot of players can rotate in their youngsters and bench players, while the smaller teams struggle to keep the team's stamina.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: The author remarks about the complete futility of the football match he watched the previous night. The League Cup quarter final, between Arsenal and West Ham, was such an uneventful game that there was a total of one shot at goal from both teams. The author points out the complete lack of depth of the West Ham squad and questions whether it was worth it to pursue the League Cup to the detriment of their Premier League rankings. Finally, he chastises the West Ham fans undermining the confidence of Joe Hart because he replaced Adrian, whom the fans thought was hard done by. He thinks they can be better than that.


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There lives a tale of a mysterious forest that has yet to be fully explored or even discovered. It is only echoed in rumors spread by newer journalists trying to get a start at their career or some conspiracy theorists just trying to spread what they think is true around the internet. The only thing about it is that each and every report is different. One says that the forest has a demon inside it. Others say that it's just a normal old forest. And yet more say that the beasts inside are well fed by a resident witch that they devour all that walk in. All theories farfetched, all theories more than likely false or just rips from other horror movies that have scarred the writer's childhood. There are a few constants in the stories though. One of them being that nobody knows the precise location of the forest, and that is likely due to the other notable constant: nobody who has walked in the forest has walked back out.

Unfortunate for a little group of Boy Scouts that planned their adventures to a nearby forest that had always intrigued the small, but growing troop. They never stood a chance or even could know about the doom that they had just put themselves to...

The little campout adventure just simply contained seven bodies. Five boys and two adult leaders. They decided to take a weeend backpacking trip into the forest and camp out at a clearing that satellite images on Google had shown. They'd spend the entire Saturday there, then return on Sunday. The group of boys consisted of the Patrol leader, Nick Tepp. He was the crazy guy that had the idea in the first place. He was pretty fit and an all around good organizer. He's the son of the lead Scoutmaster, Michael Tepp. Mike was all about reading into survival books and literature, and had his favorite shows about that subject. The only problem is that that's all he ever did. He never had tried surviving out in the wild before.

The second of five kids was the assistant Patrol Leader, Greg Schaeffer. He was a scrawny kid and wore giant glasses and was significantly younger than the rest of the boys. He had a quick sense of humor and was very intelligent, however, which is what he had rode on to get his position. The third was the Quartermaster and Chef, Owen White. He was a plump boy who was on his last year of being a scout and had set his sights on a top college in the state. He had stopped caring about scouts a long while ago, but the new campout had piqued his interest and he decided to tag along for the ride and see how it went.

The fourth and fifth were brothers. The older one was Jack Klepton. He had been known to be a class clown and generally a ne'er-do-well. He had always slacked off in school, but promises of adventure always brought a sparkle in his eye and a determined smile like he could take on the world. The younger one, Keith, was the opposite end. He was studious and anti-social. He hated scouts and hated nature. The only reason why he had come was because his father, another one of the scout masters, had forced him on the trip, believing to give his sons a litt bit of fresh air. Kevin Klepton was a lot more fit than Mike, but shared his older son's stubborn state of mind and was much more daring, despite the white hairs starting to cover his head.... Or at least what little bit of his head that can grow hair.

They had left to go into the forest with High hopes and full stomachs, laughing and taking a quick pace for the trail, yet had no idea what was to become of them and that none would return to see thier families and friends.

title: [First] The Forest introduction! I decided to put out an intro to a story I've wanted to write and would enjoy feedback. Maybe I can follow through with the rest of the story if it gets good reviews. Sorry for long post.

question: Where does the story take place?

answer: In a mysterious forest

question: Who are the main characters of the story?

answer: A small group of boy scouts adventuring into the forest.

question: Where are the boy scouts heading to?

answer: The scouts are headed to camping site for their backpacking trip.

question: What does the author explain the boy scouts would encounter?

answer: The boy are entering the doom of the forest with demons and beasts inside it.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Two groups of boy scouts head into the forest for their camping trip. However none would return to see their families and friends. Some reported it is not a normal forest. Beasts and demon reside in the doomed forest.


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There was no shortage of striking developments overnight in the Trump-Russia scandal, but perhaps the most important was the _Washington Post_'s reporting that Donald Trump and his lawyers have had conversations about "the president's authority to grant pardons."

  Trump has asked his advisers about his power to pardon aides, family members and even himself in connection with the probe, according to one of those people. A second person said Trump's lawyers have been discussing the president's pardoning powers among themselves.Trump's legal team declined to comment on the issue. But one adviser said the president has simply expressed a curiosity in understanding the reach of his pardoning authority....

Ah, yes, our "curious" president. Trump hasn't decided to start handing out pardons like candy on Halloween; he's just interested in learning more about whether he could -- you know, in case the circumstances should arise.

The same article added that the president was "especially disturbed" after learning that Special Counsel Bob Mueller "would be able to access several years of his tax returns."

It's almost as if Trump has something to hide.

Also overnight, the _New York Times_ reported that the president's team has begun "scouring the professional and political backgrounds" of members of Mueller's team, "looking for conflicts of interest they could use to discredit the investigation -- or even build a case to fire Mr. Mueller or get some members of his team recused."

With both of these articles in mind, the prospect of a genuine political crisis is becoming increasingly real. Congressional Republicans, who've largely been willing to look the other way in response to the scandal, need to start preparing themselves for the possibility of a president not only waging a political war against the special counsel and his investigation, but also issuing highly provocative pardons to derail an ongoing federal investigation.

If GOP officials were to respond to such developments with a collective shrug, the impact on our system of government would be incalculable.

In the meantime, the presidential legal team weighing these issues is facing volatility of its own. Mark Corallo, the spokesperson for Trump's outside lawyers, resigned yesterday after just two months on the job. _Politico_ reported that he'd "grown frustrated with the operation and the warring factions and lawyers," and was "concerned about whether he was being told the truth about various matters."

And in case that weren't quite enough, Marc Kasowitz, the controversial head of Trump's outside legal team, has reportedly been demoted, following a difficult tenure. Defense lawyer John Dowd will reportedly replace him as the lead counsel, with Jay Sekulow, a lawyer for the religious-right movement, serving as Dowd's deputy.

question: What is the main tone of this article?

answer: Sarcastic

question: What is the political affiliation of the author?

answer: While it is not explicitly stated, it is likely that the author is a Democrat.


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“Gather ‘round, children. I’m going to tell you the story of the Mighty King Colossus”, Grandma Eleanor announced. She had loved telling her grand-daughters her stories, and they quite enjoyed her tales.

Mary, the oldest of her sisters, playfully urged her other siblings to the bench around their grandma. “But Grandma, have you not already told us this one?” Maggie, the youngest sister, pointed out. “Do you not want to hear it, dear?” she responded. “No, we do!” the middle sister, Lily, giggled. The old woman sat in front of them, ready to tell the family fable. The three children’s eyes grew wide in waiting. Green, hazel, and brown. They had such pretty eyes. Their attention grew, and she began:

Once, long ago in a castle much like ours lived the Great King Colossus. He was a kind and powerful ruler, and was given a name to be remembered for centuries. One fateful day, the Kind and his Queen were in the courtyard, playing with their two children. Everything was perfect. No wars to be fought, the soft whistle of the wind swaying through the tall grass, and the calm, blissful sound of the river flowing nearby. But, things were soon about to get very weary for the King. A messenger rode up to him, knelt before his majesty, and held out a letter. The King opened it and read aloud; “To King Colossus,
Your time as king has run out. I send this message to you as but a forewarning. For come sunrise, you will die with my blade in your heart. It will happen in the woods.
Signed, Zenoriah. You have until nightfall.”

The King was astonished. Zenoriah, the much feared King of Fire who sought to destroy him and his kingdom, had threatened them. But he would not stand by and let him succeed in his mission. And so, he set out to fight the final battle. But, his family refused to leave his side.

“I won’t stay waiting for a second dreading your death. If you are to go, let us, your own family, stand by your side.” With great defeated argument, he accepted, but they needed to be well hidden. And so, they ventured off into the forest together, searching for the fiery fiend. It was nearly nightfall when he appeared. But before the King could encounter him, the Queen stopped him. “Take this rose of the faeries, my love”, she said, “and be granted a second life.” The faeries had been known for blessing precious items, ensuring another life, fortune, luck, and other sorts. He was struck. But in return, he handed her a bottle. In the bottle was water from the famed Fountain of Youth. The King had collected it on one of his first voyages, years ago. “Take this, my Queen, and be granted eternal life.” Tears started to form in her eyes as her husband ran his fingers through her flowing, butterscotch hair. They were running out of time, and she and her children ducked under a well hidden cave opening. He then turned to face his enemy. Zenoriah’s black eyes stared menacingly at him. No sign of a soul, just cold pits of darkness. “I’ve been waiting”, he cackled. His voice was like a hissing snake. “I’d thought you wouldn’t make it. But, can’t miss your going-away party, can you?” And with those words, they both unsheathed their swords. The King wielded a blade forged in the very tunnels of Crystal Pass. But Zenoriah, his sword was created in what were probably the very pits of Hell. What with its burning, metal surface. Sparks flew into the air as his enemy’s ember blade crashed against his own. And in a sudden clang, his sword was broken. The fire of Zenoriah’s had melted through it. His shield was his only hope.

Every blow from the evil in front of him into his shield inched him closer and closer to the thundering waterfall. It was dangerous to be this close for the King, but even more for Zenoriah. The water would extinguish his flaming skin. In a single swing, the King went tumbling down the edge. He clutched for dear life on the wet rocks, his fingers slipping. It was too late. Or was it? As his hands were about to give way, he grabbed Zenoriah and pulled. They both plummeted into the dark water below. It was over. Or so he thought. He had transformed into a hawk, the symbol of his kingdom. His second life had been granted. His family was still hiding in the small cave, waiting for his return. After no sign, they emerged from inside. They thought that the worst had come, but all thought of that vanished when King Colossus flew overhead, and dropped the very rose down into the Queen’s hand. The royal family was absolutely euphoric to see that he was alive. But alas, he could no longer be with them. He was now a spirit guardian, and was responsible for watching all over the land. In his loving memory, they planted a towering oak tree. And to this very day, King Colossus flies high, watching over the land.

“That’s my favorite story”, uttered Lily when her grandma had stopped. She nodded, and directed the children inside. Once out of view, she turned to face an oak tree, in her hands a rose. She placed it on the ground, and looked up to see a hawk resting on a branch. “Farewell, my love”, she tenderly smiled at it. And as she walked away, the bird responded, “And to you as well, my Queen.”

title: The Legend of King Colossus (short story written for school)

question: Why did King Zenoriah want to kill King Colossus?

answer: It's what kings do, especially evil kings. They are driven by greed and want the land of other kings and queens.

question: What must Colossus do by nightfall?

answer: This is unclear since Zenoriah is going to kill him by sunrise anyway.

question: Why have the king and queen waited until he is about to die to give the gifts of life to one another?

answer: Perhaps each has but one such gift and they hold onto the gift in case some other family member needs it. One wonders why they would want to outlive their children.

question: Why do the king and queen say farewell at the end of the story?

answer: The hawk must fly off to watch over the country, but he will return.

question: Write a ~17 sentence summary.

answer:
The children gather around Grandma to hear the family fable. She tells them of King Colossus, a great and benevolent leader. The king and his family live in peace until King Zenoriah threatens to kill Colossus.

Colossus must fight his final battle. His family accompany him but remain hidden. On the way to the battleground the queen gives the king the rose of the faeries, granting him a second life. In return, he gives her water from the Fountain of Youth, granting her eternal life.

The battle begins. Zenoriah’s sword soon cuts through the sword of Colossus. As Colossus falls, he grabs Zenoriah and both plunge into the dark water below. It’s over. Colossus transforms into a hawk. As he flies over the Queen, he drops a rose. He has survived but he can no longer live with his family.  The family plants an Oak tree and hawk watches over the land.

After the children go inside, grandma walks to the oak tree and places a rose at the base. Farewell my love she tells the hawk, and you too my queen says he.


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_ Learn how to make stretchy vegan mozzarella cheese, the easy way! This tastes like real cheese, looks like real cheese and melts like real cheese! Plus, it’s budget-friendly and healthy!_

Oh my, oh my!!! I am so excited to present you this AWESOME vegan mozzarella recipe! This vegan mozzarella looks like real cheese, tastes like cheese and it even melts as cheese does! What I like even more about it is that it’s super-easy to make! Really, SUPER EASY! It doesn’t take forever to make either and it is budget-friendly. 🙂

This vegan mozzarella balls recipe is my no. 1 vegan cheese experiment, part of my BEST VEGAN CHEESE RECIPES CHALLENGE I launched a few weeks ago. I am so happy that I succeeded in making a really good vegan cheese recipe. I had to test it 4 times before getting the perfect texture and taste.

[How to make stretchy vegan mozzarella cheese recipe melt]

Vegan mozzarella | How to make the best vegan mozzarella recipe

I decided to use cashews as a base for this homemade vegan mozzarella recipe, because cashew milk has the “milkiest” taste, in my opinion.  The result was beyond my expectations. This is the perfect vegan pizza cheese ever! Depending on how you shape it, it can also be named vegan burrata or vegan bocconcini.

If you have a HIGH POWER BLENDER, this cashew mozzarella cheese will be extra-smooth. I didn’t have a very good blender when I made this, so you may see a bit of “graininess” in the photos. Well, that didn’t bother me at all, but I’m sure it would have been even better if I could pulverize the ingredients with the help of a good blender.

[vegan grilled cheese sandwiches]

The first thing I wanted to make with this melty vegan mozzarella cheese was a GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICH. It’s the simple things you miss… 🙂 IT WAS SO GOOD. As you can see from the picture above…it really melts and it’s gooey, stretchy…PERFECT!

I also made some VEGAN MOZZARELLA BALLS and stored them in the fridge for later. You can then slice them and use them in salads, pizzas or sandwiches. This is a vegan cheese recipe that melts, so it will melt again in contact with heat. 🙂

I created TWO VEGAN MOZZARELLA CHEESE RECIPES with different quantities and different textures, but the same taste. I did this because I kept receiving questions from my readers about how to make a stretchy cheese sauce, so I wanted to create a perfect MELTY CHEESE SAUCE and also shape these DAIRY-FREE MOZZARELLA BALLS so you can store them in the fridge for later. If you want to create a cheesy sauce, you will need fewer ingredients, so it will be even cheaper to make. Of course, you can turn mozzarella balls back into a cheesy sauce again, but I thought separating the recipes would be better from an economic point of view.

I can’t wait to try some other vegan cheese recipes, such as vegan parmesan and vegan ricotta! 🙂

So, are you curious about how to make stretchy cheese – vegan version? See below the recipe for the best vegan substitute for mozzarella. 🙂

_NOTE: NUTRITIONAL YEAST IS NOT BREWERS YEAST! SEE HERE WHAT NUTRITIONAL YEAST IS! _

[How to make stretchy vegan mozzarella cheese recipe]

How to make stretchy vegan mozzarella cheese

Recipe type: Cheese

Cuisine: Italian

-   FOR VEGAN MOZZARELLA BALLS:
-   2 cups (~250g) RAW CASHEWS, soaked overnight
-   1⅔ cups (~400ml) hot water
-   6 Tbsps TAPIOCA STARCH
-   4 Tbsps NUTRITIONAL YEAST
-   1 tsp sea salt
-   1 Tbsp lemon juice
-   FOR CHEESY, EXTRA-STICKY MOZZARELLA SAUCE:
-   1 cup (~150g) RAW CASHEWS, soaked overnight
-   2 cups (~500ml) hot water
-   7 Tbsps TAPIOCA STARCH
-   4 Tbsps NUTRITIONAL YEAST
-   1 tsp sea salt
-   1 Tbsp lemon juice

1.  FOR VEGAN MOZZARELLA BALLS:
2.  Put all ingredients in your food processor or blender. Blend well until it has the consistency of milk.
3.  Put a large saucepan over medium heat.
4.  Pour the "milk" in the pan.
5.  Start stirring continuously.
6.  After a few minutes the cheesy sauce with start to thicken. Cook it while continuously stirring for about 10-15 minutes.
7.  Remove from heat and let it sit for a few minutes.
8.  Fill a large bowl with ice cold water. Add 1 Tbsp of salt and dissolve it.
9.  Using an ice cream scoop or a tablespoon, start scooping small mozzarella balls from the composition.
10. Put the balls in the water and let them cool for one minute. You can refine their shape using your hands too.
11. Do this until you finish the composition. You can store the vegan mozzarella balls in the fridge for a couple of days.
12. FOR CHEESY, EXTRA-STICKY MOZZARELLA SAUCE:
13. Follow all the steps above, except the ones after "Remove from heat".
14. Use this sauce for pasta or any other recipe you want.

[stretchy vegan mozzarella cheese recipe]

question: What are the ingredients for vegan mozzarella balls?

answer: Raw cashews, hot water, tapioca starch, nutritional yeast, sea salt, and lemon juice.

question: Why is a high-power blender recommended?

answer: To make sure that the ingredients are pulverized well so the recipe will be extra smooth and not grainy.

question: How come this cheese recipe is dairy-free?

answer: It does not use mozzarella cheese, but it does taste, look, and melt like cheese.

question: Where can one use the vegan mozzarella balls?

answer: They can be used in salads, pizzas, and sandwiches.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The writer shares her vegan mozzarella cheese recipe. It tastes, looks, and melts like real cheese, but it's actually dairy-free.


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"I'm sorry, Gary."

The last words I remember saying.  We were sitting at a table outside a cafe, just having a good conversation, but a part of me just felt like some just wasn't right.  I couldn't do this anymore.  I remember seeing his displeasure as I turned away to leave.  He looked so heartbroken, so vulnerable.  His face tensed at the shock of it all.  It was killing me inside.  Gary's a great guy, but this was for the best.  That's the last thing I remember before everything got dark.

My head hurts.  I'm getting a stabbing pain in my head.

"Wake up."

A voice.  A foggy, drowned out voice.

"Wake up.  We're going to be late."

It's cold.  I feel... weak.

"C'mon wake up already.  Boss'll be pissed if we're late again."

My eyes were openned.  It was Gary.  He's smiling.  He's looking down at me with a gentle stare and a relaxed grin.  He looks... happy.  But where am I?  A single bulb hanging from the stain covered ceiling, dimly lights the bleak room.  The walls decorated with wallpaper with little ducks on them.  Parts of it are peeling though, and some of the molding seems to be falling apart.  I don't remember being here before.

*"Where are we?"* I said.

"Ah there you go.  About time you woke up.  Now we need to get you dressed and well fed or you're going to be cranky all day and complain about how Greg won't shut up about his stupid four year old daughter."

Did Gary not hear me?

*"Gary, what are we doing here?"* I tried again.

Something's wrong.  Nothing came out.

"I know Greg's an ass, but you can't say that about his daughter.  And I'm pretty sure that's illegal in some states."

Gary opens a drawer from a nearby dresser.  He picks out a blue and white plaid dress shirt.  It's got a stain on the sleeve.  Possibly from spilt coffee.  He should clean that.

"Here we go.  Your favorite shirt."

I lost that shirt weeks ago.  Why does Gary have it?

*"Why do you have my shirt?"* I can't move.  Why can't I move?  Something is definitely wrong.

"Now put this on and let's get going."

I CAN'T MOVE!

Gary sighs...

"Do I have to help you again?  Geez, what would you do without me?"

He sits me up.  There's cardboard under me.  My feet look pale.  My body feels... heavy.

"Oh please.  You didn't have to say that."  He lifts up my arm and slides it through the sleeve of the dirty shirt.  "I know you appreciate me."

This isn't right.  I don't understand any of this.  I can't move.  My head hurts.  WHERE AM I?

"There.  Now you look good as new."  Gary says as he's finished buttoning up the shirt.  "See for yourself."

Gary turns my head towards a mirror on the other side of the dingy room.

I'm dead.

There's a hole in my head.  Blood wiped off my pale, blue face, but some of it still there.  I'm decrepid.  My head falls over as Gary positions me over his shoulder.

"Oh no, don't feel bad.  You look great!"  He lifts my head up again.  "Why thank you.  I really do think we make a great pair.  Now let's get going."

He's been playing with me.  Was it all an act?  How long has he been "playing" with me?

title: "I'm sorry, Gary."

question: What are the underlying circumstances behind the narrator's current state of existence?

answer:
The story clearly details that the narrator had rejected Gary, walked away, blacked out, then woke up to see the reflection of their dead body which Gary is dressing and talking to.

With that, we can establish the possibility that the narrator's body is the victim to Gary's necrophilia. The narrator's statement about being played with can also be interpreted in this manner. The extent of Gary's necrophilia is not fully explored in the narrative, but it is clear he has no second thoughts about treating a corpse like a doll.

Meanwhile, Gary seems to be completely unaware that the narrator's consciousness is still active and is able to access some senses, such as sight, hearing, and touch. The narrator has shown no ability for mobility or any other form of muscle control.

There are no hints in the story for the cause behind this scenario. The setting is in a contemporary/modern era without hints at special technology or fantastic magic in play.


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To many people, there is no such thing as a “happily ever after”. These people never get to experience what many do in movies and in stories of love and happiness. There is never a prince charming or a wonderful princess with a kind heart to save them from the turmoil their hearts are bound to; someone to sweep them off there feet. This story is no different. I begin this story with my death. It’s an untimely death that could have been prevented had I listened or perhaps had more options available. Or maybe it was fate that brought me to this point. The last seconds of my life were dramatic and suspenseful. There was a glimmer of hope here and there of me surviving the final blows that ended my life. Unfortunately that is not the case now as I am gone from the living. I could hear the doctors yelling to the nurses for more ‘O negative’. I could feel there hands on my chest pushing down hard as I slipped further and further away. The sound of my sisters cries before the ambulance was called to take me away. I could see the hopelessness in her eyes as she stood over me trying desperately to put pressure on the wound he created in my neck. That’s when I knew that the hope was lost, when I saw her eyes. She was a good sister, always had a heart of gold, room for others. Before the lost hope, before the pressure on my neck there was an argument. He was drunk, I was tired. My two children slept as I was getting home from work. That’s how it began though. He was drunk…

	Men. My entire living life I found no real use for them, not one, except my children. My father abandoned me as a child and the men my mother tried to replace him with were harsh and abusive. Perhaps this is what attracted me to my children’s father. He was charming, at first, everything I had been looking for while looking for my prince charming. Tall, dark, handsome, kind, and funny, these were the most attractive to start. His name was Tanner Williams; I met him on a cold November night at a house party. My sister, Maggie, didn’t like him at all, even then she saw the real him. She warned me before I went to him, ‘He’s no good. I’ve heard of his family, none of them are any good.’ I, however didn’t heed this warning, no, I went to him anyways with my confidence boosted by the third rum and coke of the night I held in my hand.

	‘Tanner right?’ I said coolly, he nodded. ‘Janice Mitchell.’ I smiled and so did he. ‘Just wondering if you wanted to get a drink?’
	His voice was low but soft, he sounded innocent, sweet. ‘Yeah, sure. What are you drinking?’

	We continued on the rest of the night on the front porch. It was quieter outside then in the house.  He told me of his family. Two older brothers, both with records and doing time; their father was a single father since his mother died when Tanner was very young, he never re married, never wanted to. Tanner worked construction to help his father pay for bills and they seemed to be a fairly functioning family. A pretty typical life for a twenty six year old man, graduated high school and decided college wasn’t for him, besides, he said, ‘Some one’s gotta help dad.’ I believe this was the point when I knew I liked him.

	I told Tanner of my family. ‘I have one sister, and a mother who lives with a douche of a boyfriend. They kicked me out when I was seventeen for dabbling in some harmless teenage experimenting.’ Though we still had a relationship I was only really close with my sister. I pointed to her as I talked about her. She was in the living room of the house. There was a large window with no curtains so it was easy to see her. She was surrounded by people. She had a heart of gold, letting anyone have one chance at her friendship and only those who really deserved it a second. The kind of girl who was the life of the party, smart, funny, pretty, but she just didn’t know it, which made her humble. I think that’s what attracted most people to her, the sweetest bitch you could ever meet. Then I told Tanner of my life. How my father left when I was young, and how my mother chose terrible men to be around two young girls as well as the abusive nature in which they controlled her. I dropped out of high school, and was now just living off of the welfare system. I had no thoughts or desire to go back to school. I was content, at the time, with the way life was going.

	We ended that night with a goodnight kiss and exchange in phone numbers. I was sure. He was it.

title: New Story I'm working on. Let me know if you think it's worth pursuing.

question: How might the narrator's life have played out differently if her father hadn't abandoned her?

answer: She wouldn't have suffered from her mother's abusive boyfriends and might not have wound up dating Tanner.

question: What does the narrator mean by "He was it"?

answer: She means that she believed he was the right partner for her romantically.


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Seventh grade was a complicated period of my life. I was basically a Freudian therapist's sloppy wet dream. With the early age of the internet at my disposal and a rapidly developing lust with no sexual outlet (due to the fact that my mother fixed my hair for me in the morning and that's just not what a girl's looking for in her first sex partner) rivaling that of a serial rapist, a sixth sense had evolved in me that could sniff out pornography like a fucking hunting dog.

My brother and I had a tradition of spending every Saturday night at my grandmother's. Legos. Mystery Science Theater 3000. Breakfast. Yard Sales. It was kind of a big deal. Just the most fun. The next morning, she'd make her way to the local grocery store to shop for breakfast acquisitions for the three of us. I'd had some suspicions about my grandmother's fast and loose nature in her younger years from fleeting comments that she'd made (referring to a series of wigs in her bedroom as 'bar bait' for instance). Therefore, I figured that a woman with such an insatiable sexual appetite must have a healthy collection of pornography at any age. A thorough search of her closet was called for while she was out, and I enlisted my brother as a lookout.

What we discovered in my 60-year-old grandmother's closet can't be described using traditional vernacular. It was the holy grail of pornography. El Dorado. The joy that swept through us surely beared some semblance to the elation that the team discovering King Tut's tomb had felt. Over the course of two months, I took every last fucking piece. Smuggled it out of her house VHS by VHS in the gay little blue "Going To Grandma's!" suitcase I'd bring along for our sleepovers. Which is also not what a girl's looking for in her first sex partner. Needless to say, we pulled the wool over her eyes pretty hardcore and I maintain a small pang of guilt because of it. But shit, bitch. It was an entire closet of hardcore pornography. What was I to do?

I learned some really disturbing things about my grandmother from that experience. Memories that I can't erase. Aside from the fact that it was largely porn from the 70's and 80's, which is essentially just grainy shots of matted clumps of fur bouncing off one another (explosively impressive mustaches buried in a jungle of pubic hair), her collection was alarmingly heavy in the hermaphrodite respect, which I wanted no part of. I was weird. But not that weird. I don't judge. Hey, I'm into some weird stuff, too. Must be genetic. She was also holding a lot of interracial gems too which was curious because she'd always been, well, kind of a racist. In a really sweet, older lady kind of way though. So I started selling the porn I didn't want and gradually became the Larry Flynt of my middle school. I kind of made bank for a seventh grader with no vehicle or job, not gonna lie. Money I used entirely on 90's PC adventure games, perpetuating a cycle of social exclusion.

On that infamous day in question, the memory of which still haunts me, the father of one of my high profile clients discovered his son's lunch money purchases in his backpack one day. Some pretty fucking ball-slapping filth. He always wanted the worst of the worst. His dad turned up the heat on him and he squealed like a pig, revealing his dirty, dirty source. Imagine that! It turns out to be the pale, chubby weirdo wearing shirts that are too big for him. I was being profiled, I'm sure of it. I was thrown to the academic wolves and forced to confess to my parents that I'd been smuggling interracial 70's hermaphrodite porn from my grandmother's trailer for months and peddling it during passing periods. That's a difficult one to live down. I should probably be on some kind of public listing for it, really.

title: "The Legend of the 70's Pornography Collection," the destruction of adolescent reputation in one act.

question: What is a problem the narrator experiences?

answer: They have a high libido but no sexual outlets.

question: What does the narrator find in her grandmother's house?

answer: A large cache of old pornography.

question: Why does the narrator get in trouble?

answer: They were selling pornography in school

question: What is the implied gender of the narrator?

answer: Male.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This story recalls an embarrassing memory in which the narrator confesses to finding a large cache of porn in their grandma's house and distributing it at school.


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HEALTH CARE

Matt Bevin has made eliminating the state’s Obamacare programs a central plank of his platform.

[Reina Diaz-Dempsey (left), a policy analyst with the Kentucky Health Benefit and Exchange office, helps Diana Sims, from Winchester (center), and Maggie Skelton (right), from Georgetown, with information at the Kynect outreach tent during the Kentucky Senior Fun Day event held in Frankfort, Ky., on Friday, Sept. 6, 2013. Sims said she was interested in learning more about the insurance exchange for her husband who is 50 years old and uninsured. Employees of the Kentucky Health Benefit and Exchange office, which formed Kynect as an insurance exchange called for by the Affordable Health Care Act, were at the event to inform and educate people who may need help with insurance for themselves or family members. (AP Photo/Atlanta Journal-Constitution, David Stephenson)]

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Red-state Kentucky’s broad embrace of Obamacare has been a comforting success story for the White House. But now the Affordable Care Act is the central issue in the state’s off-year governor’s race, and a Republican victory could be a portent for 2016, when GOP presidential contenders will run on a renewed vow to repeal the act.

As Obamacare’s rollout floundered in 2013, President Barack Obama repeatedly took solace in Kentucky’s success. The state’s exchange, known as Kynect, worked virtually glitch-free and helped sign up tens of thousands of uninsured people. Obama even invited outgoing Gov. Steve Beshear to his 2014 State of the Union and praised him as “a man possessed” by his crusade to make the president’s law work in a state where the Obama himself isn’t particularly beloved.

Gallup polling shows Kentucky saw the second biggest drop in its uninsured rate in the country, behind only Arkansas.

Yet, Republican gubernatorial nominee Matt Bevin, a tea party favorite who narrowly won a brutal primary last month and could run a competitive general election race, has made eliminating the state’s Obamacare programs — and sharply curtailing the ranks of the newly insured — a central plank of his platform. If he wins this November, more than half a million people who got covered through the exchange or an Obamacare-prescribed expansion of Medicaid could find themselves in health care limbo.

Beshear, a Democrat and the only southern governor to fully implement and champion the cause of the Affordable Care Act, is furious.

“I am not going to allow someone to become governor of this state who wants to take us back to the 19th century,” he said in a phone interview. “For a serious candidate for governor to be advocating a simple repeal of the whole program without offering any kind of alternative which will continue health care for these people is irresponsible.”

Bevin shrugs off the criticism. He insists that Obamacare is coverage in name only — that Kentuckians still lack access to high-quality health care, partly because Medicaid pays doctors such low rates, partly because he says too many people rely on emergency rooms. He wants to abolish Kynect — which he calls “redundant” and too expensive — and intends to give enrollees a year to sign up for subsidized coverage through HealthCare.gov, the federal portal for more than three dozen states. But that assumes the Supreme Court doesn’t abolish subsidies though HealthCare.gov in its decision in _King v. Burwell_, which is expected later this month.

That doesn’t worry Bevin. “You’re worrying about a hypothesis,” he said. “Let’s let the Supreme Court rule.”

Bevin would also put an end to Obamacare’s Medicaid expansion, and many of the hundreds of thousands of low-income Kentuckians who had signed up would simply be deemed ineligible to renew.“When you reenroll, you may or may not have access to Medicaid going forward,” he told POLITICO. “People are not on it for extended periods of time. It’s not meant to be a lifestyle. It really isn’t. The point of it is to provide for those who truly have need.”

A Bevin win would ripple beyond Kentucky, where Republicans running for president and Congress are still working to articulate what health care in a post-Obamacare America might look like — presuming they could win a tricky repeal of the health law in the first place. A Bevin administration would be the first to actively undo a state exchange, becoming a test case for states looking to untangle themselves from Obamacare.

On the other hand, if Bevin loses, White House allies are sure to paint the election as a win for Obamacare.

“Because it is such a clearly red state at this moment, if Bevin were to lose and a key part to of his campaign is to rescind coverage as it exists today, it probably will be perceived as a victory for the Affordable Care Act,” said Ron Pollack, executive director of the advocacy group Families USA.

State Attorney General Jack Conway, the Democrat running to succeed the term-limited Beshear, would largely continue Beshear’s policy of promoting Kynect, while trying, rhetorically, to distinguish it from Obamacare.

The state’s most powerful Republicans, Sens. Mitch McConnell and Rand Paul, have been among the most vocal champions of Obamacare repeal, but Democrats here have managed to brand Kynect as distinct from the much-maligned health law.

“Jack Conway’s top priority is growing the economy and helping businesses create jobs, and making sure Kentuckians have access to healthcare is an important component of that goal,” said Conway spokesman Daniel Kemp. “Jack wants to make sure that the hundreds of thousands of Kentuckians who now have health insurance through Kynect, especially kids, keep their health insurance — not play politics or push an ideology that’s out of touch with Kentucky’s values.”

Which doesn’t mean he wants to talk about it very much. Conway is in the tricky spot of embracing Kynect while trying to keep his distance from Obama and Obamacare, a term that still generates ire among Kentucky residents. A September 2014 Marist poll found that 61 percent of registered Kentucky voters had an unfavorable impression of Obamacare. Only 17 percent had negative feelings about Kynect.

When asked directly about Kynect, Conway tends to hail his state’s efforts while indicting Washington, despite the fact that Obamacare created the state exchange.

“The people of Kentucky have distinguished between the inability of Washington to get it right and what Kentucky did,” he said in an interviewwith the Associated Press last year.

The campaign declined to make Conway available for an interview. Some political observers think he will steer clear of talking health care on the trail.

“I think Conway will avoid talking as much about health care as he can, because he’s going to be running away from Obama as much as he can,” said Al Cross, director of Kentucky’s Institute for Rural Journalism and Community Issues.

It may be hard to avoid, particularly as insurers’ preliminary rate requests suggest that health insurance premium could rise significantly in Kentucky next year.

The White House declined to comment on the race or the prospect of Kynect vanishing. Allies say that’s because it’s distracted by the broader threat of the Supreme Court’s Obamacare ruling.

Yet, the Obama administration has long made clear that Kentucky is the crown jewel of its state-level success stories. The president has delighted in its triumphs, often at his own expense. In 2013, while Healthcare.gov succumbed to technical glitches, Obama recounted the story of a man using Kynect at a county fair.

“He starts looking at the rates and decides he’s going to sign up. And he turns to his friend and said, ‘this is a great deal. This is a lot better than Obamacare,’” Obama said. “I don’t have pride of authorship on this thing. I just want the thing to work.”

And in Kentucky, to the delight of the White House, it did appear to work. More than 400,000 residents have enrolled in Medicaid because of Obamacare, according to state officials. Another 106,000 people had signed up for private insurance on the exchange through April.

But the Bluegrass State is also a reminder that implementation of the law is not the same thing as public buy-in: Beshear was able to enact the exchange and Medicaid expansion through executive order without relying on the legislature; Bevin can use the same method to undo it.

Bevin’s emergence as the Republican nominee was an unlikely reversal of fortunes, just a year after he ran in the Senate GOP primary as a strident, tea party-affiliated conservative against McConnell. His two closest primary competitors, Hal Heiner and James Comer, also ran on dismantling Kynect. But beneath their rhetoric was a much softer approach.

Neither Comer nor Heiner would have eliminated the state-run exchange. “That doesn’t have really any financial effect in this state,” Heiner told POLITICO in a recent interview. Rather, he and Comer focused most of their energy on the surge in Medicaid enrollment enabled by the health law. But on that front, too, neither candidate pledged to outright end the expansion. Heiner said he would’ve modeled a solution on other Republican-led states that offered conservative versions of expansion, like Indiana or Tennessee.

Beshear said any attempts to overhaul or eliminate the Obamacare programs would set the state back. A report his administration recently commissioned from Deloitte — which Republican critics have rejected as spin — suggests the expansion has been a fiscal windfall for the state, worth billions in economic activity and creating more than 10,000 jobs.

“If at any point in the future, we determine that Kentucky can’t afford that, we always have the option to back off. But right now, it is paying for itself,” he said. “If we can make our people healthier, who should be against that? The governor of this state ought to care about his people.”

If Bevin closes Kentucky’s exchange, it would be the first to fold based on an election rather than technical or cost problems. which have been the downfall of exchanges in Nevada, Oregon and Hawaii. Similar woes nearly broke exchanges in Vermont, Maryland and Massachusetts, too. Supporters of the ACA are hopeful that if he is elected, Bevin will back away from the campaign rhetoric once he’s in office, but they’re somewhat resigned to the possibility that the program’s success might not be able to save it from unrelated politics in a red state.

“I think there’d be real remorse about how people who were uninsured before, have now been able to enjoy significant coverage, are now going back to the dark ages in Kentucky,” said Ron Pollack of Families USA.

Unswayed by pronouncement of Kynect success, Bevin stays on message.

“Just having health insurance doesn’t mean you’re going to get health care,” he said.

question: According to this article, what's the central plank of Matt Bevin's platform?

answer: Eliminating Obamacare.

question: What's governor Beshear's opinion on Matt Bevin's plan?

answer: He thinks that advocating shutting down Obamacare without giving an alternative is irresponsible.

question: What's Bevin's opinion on Kynect?

answer: He thinks it is redundant, expensive.

question: What is Kynect?

answer: A state-based health insurance exchange.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The article discussed Obamacare's and Kynect's success in America and specifically in Kentucky. It describes the views of several politicians, both from the Democratic and the Republican party.


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It was the first rain of the season and it poured relentlessly.

Water rushed down the roof, with only the gutter to break its fall.

Among the debris, the water gained character.

In tiny beads, it slithered along the gutter, making its way through nooks and crannies.

Continuing its journey through the blackened downspout, it carried the dust of summer away.

Tumbling out the end, it scattered away from its brothers into the garden.

Jostling its way downward through the soil, the water ached to find a root.

Faintly, it could hear the call of its lover.

The two finally met in a passionate embrace, it was home.

Its only fear was that it would one day have to leave again.

title: I wrote a short story. Let me know what you think and if this is the right subreddit to post this in.

question: How and why would the rain leave the root?

answer: Perhaps it dreads drought

question: How does the water gain character among the debris?

answer: Perhaps this attempts to describe how the water collects particles as it flows through debris.

question: The first rain of which season?

answer: Perhaps autumn since it carries the dust of summer away.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The first rains of the season run down the roof and through gutters clearing out summer’s dust. The rain aches to find a root buried deep in the soil. It finally meets its lover in a passionate embrace, it’s only fear that it must someday leave.


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I am trying to be a writer, I would like opinions.  Feel free to be as harsh or as flattering as you want, in my eyes its all constructive.  It might be a bit hard to figure out, so I guess also comment on what you think its about.

	The lights were flickering on and off.  He came into view three or four times.  Large bursts of light erupting from a pitch black abyss.  In the room, there were no sounds, no breaths, no heart beats.  When the lights were on the black abyss turned into a room, and the room was all white with blisteringly powerful light spraying off everywhere.  When the lights turned on, maybe a half a second, maybe three quarters, I was able to make out a figure.  Large, dark and angry.  Eyes completely yellow, staring me down.  My eyes reflected in his, the reflection so bright, how could I possibly look away.  I shoved my hands against my temples and squeezed, the man falling in and out of my sight.  The light turned off, a wave of black falling over me, like a midnight black blanket being wrapped around my head on a bright day.  I fell over slightly and felt nauseous.  I tripped on my own feet and my head banged against the floor, or the wall, I’m not really sure which.  At times like these I always ran to the door, kicking and screaming to let me out, to let me breathe, but I always heard the same words every time I banged the door, “anesthesia.”  I would loose track of the door at that point.  First it was on the left, then it was on the right.  Rotating around me like the orbit of a moon sped up.
	They would always turn the lights on at the worst moment, right when I would close my eyes, right when I was going to get some rest finally.  I was a child waiting for a Christmas that never came.  Sometimes, during these fits of light, I would catch the faint glimmer of a shadow over me.  The shadow of a demon like being with the horns of a devil and the knife of a butcher.  Picking and pulling at my well being, the chords of thought being plucked right from under me.  I was never able to move at these moments, never able to reach out my hand and grasp the ephemeral hand over me.  The lights started to flicker again, in and out.  If I was a bucket of sand, they would be emptying me gradually, and each grain of sand that would fall out would just disappear as it left the bucket, with each flicker of the light this would continue to happen.  The bang and the light coming and going from those in front of me who were never actually in front of me.  A worthless fight.
	How long has it been?  A week?  A month?  I’d bang on the door when I could find it.  I’d yell my name just to yell it, just to gain something from a lost experience, right up until that was lost too.  And when I’d yell, I’d cry, because I was yelling my life, my upbringing, my experiences.  After each yell, it would go, after each cry I’d forget.  And on that final day, when there was nothing left to yell, I’d wake up.
	I would wake up lying down, people in white standing over me with light shining down and red tools lying next to me.  Everything is in front of me, but I cant grasp it.  Like a fisherman trying to grab the reflection of a fish going by with his bare hands.  Except now, I am all empty.

title: This is my story (read and criticize)

question: Explain what the narrator was seeing as the lights were flickering.

answer: The narrator was seeing the figure of a large, dark and angry man with yellow eyes.


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Justice AHSANUDDIN AMANULLAH serves as a Judge of the Patna High Court.[1]

Personal

Justice Amanullah was born on 11 May 1963. He belongs to an eminent family hailing from Bihar. He is the second son of Late Mr. Nehaluddin and Late Mrs. Ishrati Amanullah. After completing his schooling, he obtained a Bachelor's in Science (Chemistry Honours) and then an LL.B. from the Patna Law College.

Professional

He enrolled as an Advocate on 27 September 1991 with the Bihar State Bar Council and made rapid strides in the profession.

He was in regular practice, primarily in the Patna High Court and also appeared before the Supreme Court of India and the Delhi High Court, Calcutta High Court and Jharkhand High Court in Constitutional, Civil, Criminal, Service, Taxation, Co-operative, Labour, Corporate, Forest, Board, Corporation, Arbitration, Contempt and Miscellaneous matters. He came to be known for his expertise in Constitutional and Service Laws. He handled private briefs of writ and other cases as well. In addition, appeared before the Central Administrative Tribunal, Commercial Taxes Tribunal, District Courts, the District Consumer Disputes Redressal Forum, the Board of Revenue etc.

He left an extensive practice on the private side when requested by the Advocate General, Bihar to serve as Standing Counsel to the Government of Bihar (March 2006 - August 2010). Thereafter, appointed as Government Advocate for the State of Bihar (August 2010 onwards) till he rose to the Bench. He was called upon to render assistance to the Court as Amicus Curiae in several significant matters. He has been associated with social issues _pro bono publico_. He was Counsel for the District Administration before the Dalsingsarai (Samastipur) Firing Enquiry Commission and the Special Counsel for the Income Tax Department, Government of India in the Jharkhand High Court at Ranchi.

He has represented and appeared for the Indian Railways, Unit Trust of India, Union Bank of India, RITES (previously Rail India Technical and Economic Services Limited), Indian Railway Catering and Tourism Corporation Limited (IRCTC), Bihar State Housing Board, Bihar State Electricity Board, Bihar State Textbook Publishing Corporation, Bihar State Cooperative Bank Limited, Bihar State Cooperative Marketing Union Limited (BISCOMAUN), Bihar Cooperative Land Development Bank Limited, Bihar State Agricultural Marketing Board, Bihar State Housing Cooperative Federation, Bihar State Credit and Investment Corporation (BICICO), Commercial Taxes Department (Government of Bihar), Magadh University at Bodh Gaya, Veer Kuer Singh University at Arrah, Samsung Corporation (Engineering & Construction Group), Mahindra and Mahindra, Bihar Industrial Area Development Authority, Bihar State Health Society etc. before various judicial and quasi-judicial fora, primarily the Constitutional Courts.

He has been instrumental in drafting and vetting subordinate and delegated legislation for various Acts passed by the Bihar Legislature. He served as Counsel for a number of other government organisations, universities, corporate houses and was Legal Advisor to various establishments. Upon special request by the Advocate General, Maharashtra, he was nominated by the Advocate General, Bihar to represent the State of Maharashtra. He was Assistant Returning Officer for elections to the Bihar State Bar Council in 2002 and the Jharkhand State Bar Council in 2006. As an Advocate, he addressed Indian Administrative Service probationers at the Lal Bahadur Shastri National Academy of Administration, Mussoorie.

He was elevated as Judge, Patna High Court on 20 June 2011.[2]

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[2]

title: Ahsanuddin Amanullah

question: When did Ahsanuddin Amanullah become a Judge?

answer: on 20 June 2011.

question: For how long did he serve as a Judge of the Patna High Court?

answer: This information is not given.

question: Name a few companies he has represented in court.

answer: He has represented Mahindra and Mahindra, Samsung Corporation, Bihar State Housing Board, Unit Trust of India, and the Indian Railways.

question: When did Amanullah become an advocate?

answer: Amanullah became an advocate in 1991.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer:
Ahsanuddin Amanullah enrolled as an advocate in September 1991 with the Bihar State Bar Council. He was in regular practice at the Patna High Court but has also appeared before the Supreme Court of India, Delhi High Court, and Calcutta Hight Court in miscellaneous matters.

Amanullah served as the Standing Counsel to the Government of Bihar for 4 years and was then appointed as the Government Advocate for the State of Bihar. He has been instrumental in drafting various Acts passed by the Bihar Legislature.

Amanullah was appointed as a Judge of the Patna High Court in June 2011.


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Nathan stood in the corner with hunched shoulders.  He could see nothing but white floral wallpaper.  The walls smelled dusty.  It was so unfair.
    His mom sentenced him to time out for twenty minutes.  For twenty minutes he was supposed to stand in that corner and do nothing.  His Pokemon, Nosepicker, was just a few points away from leveling up and there he was, enduring a staring contest with dust mites.  The worst part was that he didn't even do anything to deserve it.  His mom just hated him, she favored his brother.  All she ever did was nag at him and make him go to bed early and embarrass him in front of his friends.  One time, she planted a note in his lunch that said 'I love you, Sweety Pumpkins!  Ask Sarah if she'd like to come over and play!' and there was a winky face.  Nathan sat with Sarah at lunch that day and Sarah read that note; he was the laughing stock of the whole school.  Life would have been so much better if his mom just disappeared.
	Life went on for Nathan like that for awhile.  He chafed under his mom's curfew.  He had to bring any new girlfriend home for a very formal, very uncomfortable dinner with his mom (and no, Sarah never came for dinner).  No food upstairs, no TV before homework, no closed doors in the house.  High school came and left Nathan with an open tri-fold letter on his desk:  'Congratulations, you have been accepted to the school of your dreams.'  Those dreams finally took him far away for a long time.
	The white floral wallpaper on the walls in the corner is even dustier now.  There are small tears in the paper and dents in the wall, though I don't know how they got there.  My fingers graze the walls.  Time has a way of marking even the most untouchable of places.  I hear my brother's voice behind me.
	“Nathan.  It's your turn.”
I turn from my corner and walk across the living room into the bedroom hall.  Night is falling, and the gloomy twilight from outside is creeping between closed shutters.  I don't bother knocking before I enter my mom's room.  The nurse looks up from an IV unit and twitches something into place before she leaves.  My mom is on the bed looking old.  The bitter twilight from outside turns the hills and dips of her face into valleys and canyons.  Her hair is a vacant facade, and her pinpoint pupils are seeing somewhere else.  I sit in an old white wicker chair next to the bed.
	“Mom,” I whisper, “I'm here.  It's me, Nathan.”  A spark flashes in her eyes and my voice drops, I don't want to extinguish it.  “How are ya doin'?”
	“Nathan?”  Her voice is the skim off the top of her vocal chords.  “Yes, Nathan.  That's my son.  He's a good boy.”
	“I know, Mom, I—”
	“Stubborn too, like me.  Stubborn like his mom, but such a good boy.”
Nathan wasn't a good boy.  Nathan was resentful.  He was unappreciative and wished his mom would disappear.  He would have been glad to see the woman on the bed in front of me disintegrating into the sheets.  I hate Nathan.
	The twilight is freezing into darkness now.  There's a lamp on the nightstand next to me, but I don't want to turn it on.  My eyes close.  I just want to hear my mom's decomposing voice.
	“I give him everything, everything... I'd lay my life down for him.  He's my angel.”
Now my hands search wildly on the bed for my mom's wrist.  What angel was Nathan, the brat who waited in the corner until his mom wasted away?  My fingers find the wrist; it's a twig waiting to snap.
	Why, Nathan, did you do this to me?  You bitched and you moaned and now I am facing your punishment, this wasted woman, your dying mother.  You turned your back in some spiteful waiting game and guess what, you won, you bastard.
	“I love you, Mom,” I say.  It's an echo of someone else's words, a desperate one-liner to flirt with the idea of never seeing her again.
	My mom turns to me and then I know I've extinguished the spark because she croaks, “That's nice, all very nice.”

title: [Critique] an exercise in manipulating POV: Nathan

question: Why does Nathan feel so guilty about feelings he had as a child?

answer: Unclear.

question: Write a ~9 sentence summary.

answer: Nathan is angry at his mom for giving him a timeout and wishes she would disappear. He thinks she favors his brother over him. Nathan spends most of his adolescence feeling that way and eagerly moves away for university. Now Nathan is back at home. His brother tells him it's his turn and he walks into his mom's room. Her nurse finishes adjusting the IV and Nathan gets closer to her. He tries to tell her who he is but his mom can't seem to understand. She tells Nathan that Nathan is her son and that he was an angel. Nathan struggles with his feelings of immense guilt over wishing her to disappear in his youth.