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Santa, please stop here! Make sure the big guy delivers your festive parcel in time by checking out the delivery information below and placing your orders in good time.

Orders placed over the Christmas period will be affected by bank holidays on the 25th and 26th of  December 2019 and 1st January 2020. In busy times, it’s also worth noting that your confirmation email may be delayed - don’t panic, but do get in touch if it’s been a couple of days.

PACKAGING

It’s not plastic! Your Lush products are packaged in eco-flo chips - a potato starch-based packing material which biodegrades quickly in water and soil. Solid products are shipped naked, liquids and creams in minimal black pot packaging. Made from 100% recycled plastic, we ask you to return your black pots in order to close the loop and keep the Lush plastic supply completely self-sufficient and out of landfill.

LAST ORDER DATE AND TIME FOR PRE-CHRISTMAS DELIVERY

Don’t worry, we’re on it! Any orders placed before the cut off time will be dispatched and with you soon. Our team may be dealing with a backlog of emails so our reply may be a little delayed. As long as you’ve placed your order before the cut off date stated on our website, your items will be with you in time for Christmas.

_*last order dates are based on 15:00 GMT unless otherwise stated._

Standard delivery - order by 3pm on Thursday 19th December

For delivery Saturday 21st December  - order by 3pm on Friday 20th December

For delivery Sunday 22nd December - order by 3pm on Saturday 21st December

Next Day delivery - order by 12pm on Sunday 22nd December for delivery Monday 23rd December

INTERNATIONAL ROYAL MAIL LAST POSTAGE DATES
Africa, Middle East - Friday 6th December

Asia, Cyprus, Far East, Eastern Europe (Excluding Czech Republic, Poland and Slovakia) - Monday 9th December

Caribbean, Central America, South America, Australia, Greece, New Zealand - Tuesday 10th December

Czech Republic, Germany, Italy, Poland, Canada, Finland, Sweden, USA - Wednesday 11th December

Austria, Canada, Denmark, Iceland, Netherlands, Norway, Portugal, Slovakia, Spain, Switzerland, USA - Friday 13th December

Belgium, France, Ireland, Luxembourg - Tuesday 17th December

BFPO LAST POSTAGE DATES

Operational BFPOs  Friday 23th November

Static BFPOs Thursday 13th December

INTERNATIONAL COURIER LAST POSTAGE DATES

Afghanistan - Friday 13th December

Albanis - Friday 13th December

Algeria - Friday 13th December

Andorra - Thursday 12th December

Angola - Tuesday 10th December

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Antigua - Tuesday 10th December

Argentina - Tuesday 10th December

Armenia - Tuesday 10th December

Aruba - Tuesday 10th December

Australian - Friday 13th December

Austria - Monday 16th December

Azerbaijan - Tuesday 10th December

Bahamas - Tuesday 10th December

Bahrain - Friday 13th December

Bangladesh - Tuesday 10th December

Barbados - Tuesday 10th December

Belarus - Tuesday 10th December

Belgium - Monday 16th December

Belize - Tuesday 10th December

Benin - Friday 13th December

Bermuda - Thursday 12th December

Bhutan - Friday 13th December

Bolivia - Tuesday 10th December

Bonaire - Tuesday 10th December

Bosnia and Herzegovina - Tuesday 10th December

Botswana - Friday 13th December

Brazil - Friday 13th December

Brunei - Friday 13th December

Bulgaria - Tuesday 10th December

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Burundi - Friday 13th December

Cambodia - Friday 13th December

Cameroon - Friday 13th December

Canary Islands - Friday 13th December

Canada - Wednesday 18th December

Cape Verde Islands - Tuesday 10th December

Cayman Islands - Friday 13th December

Central African Rep. - Tuesday 10th December

Chad - Tuesday 10th December

Channel Islands - Friday 13th December

Chile - Friday 13th December

Co. of N Mariana Islands - Tuesday 10th December

Colombia - Friday 13th December

Comoros Islands - Tuesday 10th December

Congo - Tuesday 10th December

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Cook Islands - Tuesday 10th December

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Egypt - Friday 13th December

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Equatorial Guinea - Friday 13th December

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Ethiopia - Friday 13th December

Falkland Islands - Tuesday 10th December

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Fiji - Tuesday 10th December

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Guadeloupe - Friday 13th December

Guam - Friday 13th December

Guatemala - Tuesday 10th December

Guinea Rep. - Tuesday 10th December

Guinea-Bissau - Tuesday 10th December

Guyana - Thursday 12th December

Haiti - Tuesday 10th December

Honduras Rep. - Tuesday 10th December

Hong Kong - Friday 13th December

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Ivory Coast Thursday 12th December

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Jordan - Friday 13th December

Kazakhstan - Tuesday 10th December

Kenya - Thursday 12th December

Kiribati - Tuesday 10th December

Korea, Rep of (South) - Thursday 12th December

Kosovo - Tuesday 10th December

Kuwait - Friday 13th December

Kyrgyzstan - Tuesday 10th December

Laos, Peoples Dem. Rep. Friday 13th December

Latvia - Tuesday 10th December

Lebanon - Friday 13th December

Lesotho - Friday 13th December

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Libya - Tuesday 10th December

Liechtenstein - Friday 13th December

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Macau - Tuesday 10th December

Macedonia, Rep. of - Friday 13th December

Madagascar - Friday 13th December

Malawi - Tuesday 10th December

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Maldives - Tuesday 10th December

Mali - Tuesday 10th December

Malta - Monday 16th December

Marshall Islands - Tuesday 10th December

Martinique - Tuesday 10th December

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Mayotte - Tuesday 10th December

Mexico - Friday 13th December

Micronesia, Fed. States of - Tuesday 10th December

Moldova, Rep. of - Friday 13th December

Monaco - Friday 13th December

Mongolia - Tuesday 10th December

Montenegro, Rep. of - Tuesday 10th December

Montserrat - Tuesday 10th December

Morocco - Friday 13th December

Mozambique - Tuesday 10th December

Myanmar - Tuesday 10th December

Namibia - Tuesday 10th December

Nauru, Rep. of - Tuesday 10th December

Nepal - Friday 13th December

Netherlands - Monday 16th December

Netherlands Antilles - Friday 13th December

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New Caledonia - Tuesday 10th December

New Zealand - Tuesday 10th December

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Saudi Arabia - Friday 13th December

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Tahiti - Friday 13th December

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Tajikistan - Friday 13th December

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Thailand - Monday 16th December

Togo - Friday 13th December

Tonga - Tuesday 10th December

Trinidad and Tobago - Tuesday 10th December

Tunisia - Friday 13th December

Tuvalu - Tuesday 10th December

Uganda - Thursday 12th December

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United Arab Emirates - Monday 16th December

Uruguay - Thursday 12th December

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Uzbekistan - Tuesday 10th December

Vanuatu - Tuesday 10th December

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Vietnam - Thursday 12th December

Virgin Islands, British - Thursday 12th December

Yemen - Thursday 12th December

Zambia - Thursday 12th December

Zimbabwe - Tuesday 10th December

question: What holiday is being celebrated in this article?

answer: Christmas

question: In what are the Lush products packaged in?

answer: The Lush products are packaged in eco-flo chips- a potato starch based packing material which biodegrades quickly in water and soil.

question: What reason is given for delayed replies?

answer: The team may be backlogged with emails.

question: What does Lush ask to do with the black pots?

answer: Lush asks the customers to return the black pots as they are 100% recycled plastic.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This article is an advertisement describing the order dates and times for Christmas packages from Lush. The advertisement also discussed the international postage dates for packages.


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Wrote this in AP Lang.

"Don't worry. I'll protect you."

"Shut up! You're being too panicky."

"We'll your belligerence isn't helping anything!"

"Nor are whimsy promises. I know you're trying to improve things, and I admit, our situation is pretty lamentable. But all the agonizing pain they cause us is worth it as long as I'm alone... With you... In this padded room..."

title: No Jagged Edges - A 55 word story

question: Where does the narrator find themselves?

answer: A padded room, presumably in custody of some sort.

question: What's the narrator's name?

answer: Doesn't say.

question: Who says "Don't worry. I'll protect you."

answer: Unclear

question: Who's inflicting agonizing pain on the narrators?

answer: Unclear

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Two individuals are being kept in a padded room, being inflicted agonizing pain, but they have each other to keep them company.


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[Portrait of Reinhart 1812, by José de Madrazo y Agudo]

JOHANN CHRISTIAN REINHART (24 January 1761 – 9 June 1847) was a German painter and engraver. He was one of the founders, along with Joseph Anton Koch, of German romantic classical landscape painting.

Biography

[ Wasserfälle bei Tivoli (1813)] Reinhart was born in Hof, Bavaria, and attended the gymnasium in Hof where he was encouraged to draw by one of his teachers. His artistic career was divided between his early years in Germany and a career as a professional artist in Italy.

Early years in Germany

Following in his father's footsteps, Johann Christian started to study theology but turned more and more to art. He studied under Adam Friedrich Oeser in Leipzig. In 1783 he moved to Dresden where he furthered his studies under Johann Christian Klengel who taught him chiefly after the Dutch masters. On the death of his mother in 1784, he spent a short time in Hof before returning to Dresden. He struck up a friendship with Friedrich Schiller in 1785.

Professional artist in Italy

[_Blick auf Tivoli_ (1813)] In 1789, supported by the hereditary Prince of Coburg-Gotha, he got a grant from the Margrave of Ansbach-Bayreuth, and, aged 28, he left Dresden and moved to Rome. The grant continued until 1791/92 when the Margravate of Ansbach-Bayreuth became part of Prussia. Reinhart came under the influence of the classicist German painters Asmus Jacob Carstens and Koch and became a conspicuous exponent of the historic landscape. He devoted himself more particularly to landscape painting and to aquatint engraving. His paintings, drawings and etchings, of which he made many prints, brought him artistic recognition and financial success and he was eventually able to support a family. In 1801, he married an Italian Anna Caffo and together they had three children.

In 1829 he was asked by the future King Ludwig I of Bavaria to paint the view of Rome to the north, the south, the east and the west of the royal villa, high up on the Pincio. The paintings that resulted measure roughly 67 by 106 inches apiece and show a remarkable steadiness of hand and eye. These works are now housed in the Neue Pinakothek.

Assessment

Reinhart's originality lay not so much in radical inventions but rather in new combinations of known styles, themes, and patterns. By skillfully merging these with a noble theme, Reinhart revitalised the heroic landscape.[1]

He developed a new, more sensitive approach to landscape. Even though this emotional tendency contains element of the early romantic, Reinhart's way of painting is still immersed in the classical and is meticulous and detailed.

Works

His best known work is represented by the “Eight Historic Landscapes” (1825), in the Palazzo Massimi, Rome, and "Four Views from Villa Malta,” in tempera, painted for King Ludwig I of Bavaria. The New Pinakothek in Munich contains “Four Views Near Rome” (two dated 1836, 1846), the Leipzig Museum a “Wood on Seashore in a Storm” (1824) and “Landscape with Psyche” (1829), the Städel Institute, Frankfurt, a landscape with "Cain and Abel,” and the Cologne Museum a “View from Tivoli.” To a collection of 72 etchings of prospects in Italy, published conjointly with Dies and Mechan under the title _Malerisch radirte Prospecte aus Italien_ (1792–98) Reinhart contributed 24 plates. Besides these he etched many other Italian landscapes, and 38 animal studies, in all 170 plates.

Notes

[1] _Johann Christian Reinhart and the Transformation of Heroic Landscape, 1790-1800_ by Timothy F. Mitchell; _The Art Bulletin_, Vol. 71, No. 4 (Dec., 1989), p. 646-659; Published by: College Art Association

title: Johann Christian Reinhart

question: Why would the future King Ludwing I commission Reinhart to make paintings depicting the views of the Royal Villa in all cardinal directions?

answer: Since the commission was asked before Ludwig became King, the paintings could be used to show how much the kingdom will change by serving as the "before" image.


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KRENKEL BAY (, _Bukhta Krenkelya_),[1] is a bay in Severnaya Zemlya, Krasnoyarsk Krai, Russia.[2]

History

This bay was named by the 1930–1932 expedition to the archipelago led by Georgy Ushakov and Nikolay Urvantsev after Soviet Arctic explorer and radio operator Ernst Krenkel (1895–1978).[3]

Geography

Krenkel Bay is a body of water in the northeastern area of Komsomolets Island, the northernmost island of Severnaya Zemlya.[4]

The bay is open to the southeast. It is regular in shape and has a width of about . The edge of the massive Academy of Sciences Glacier runs all along the western shore, while the northern shoreline is bound by a stretch of unglaciated area.[5] Ozerny Island lies close to the northeastern headland of the bay.[6] [Another view of Krenkel Bay]

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[2] GoogleEarth

[3] Архипелаг Северная Земля — один из наиболее крупных районов оледенения на территории России

[4] Map U-47-XXXI,XXXII,XXXIII бух. Кренкеля. Scale: 1 : 200 000. Состояние местности на 1988 год. Издание 1992 г.

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[6] Russian map T-48-VII,VIII,IX - Т-47,48

title: Krenkel Bay

question: What is Krenkel Bay?

answer: Krenkel Bay is a bay in Severnaya Zemlya, Krasnoyarsk Krai, Russia.

question: What does 'bukhta' mean in Russian?

answer: 'Bukhta' means 'bay' in Russian.

question: Who was Krenkel Bay named after?

answer: Krenkel was Bay named after Soviet Arctic explorer and radio operator Ernst Krenkel.

question: Who was Georgy Ushakov?

answer: Georgy Ushakov was one of the leaders of the 1930–1932 expedition to the archipelago.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Krenkel Bay (Bukhta Krenkelya) is a bay in Severnaya Zemlya, Krasnoyarsk Krai, Russia. It was named by the 1930–1932 expedition to the archipelago after Soviet Arctic explorer and radio operator Ernst Krenkel.


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  [[Abraham Zapruder]]       MAY 15, 1905 - AUGUST 30, 1970 Russian born Abraham Zapruder immigrated in 1920 and worked in a New York dress factory. Marrried in the 1930s, he and his wife Lillian had two children, Myrna and Henry. He founded Jennifer Juniors of Dallas in 1949 with Abraham Schwartz. On November 22, 1963 John F. Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas Texas. The only film record of this event was made by Abraham Zapruder. _Life_ magazine purchased the rights in 1963 for $150,000, $25,000 of which Zapruder donated to the Fireman’s and Policeman’s Benevolence Fund for the benefit of Mrs. Tippit, the widow of the policeman slain by Oswald. The camera was given to Bell & Howell in exchange for a sound projector which Zapruder donated to the Golden Age Group seniors home. On April 9, 1975, _Life_ magazine returned the film to the Zapruder estate for one dollar. Only 26 seconds (483 frames), the 8mm film, since 1978 in the US National Archives, is owned by the Zapruder estate through LMH Company. In 1997 LMH Company authorized a digital reproduction of the film to be made by Scientific Imaging, McCrone Associates, Westmont Illinois. FREEMASON 33° Source: _The Gizah Gazette,_ Reinhard F. Bohenkamp, editor. Gizah Shriners of British Columbia & Yukon. Burnaby, BC. August/September 1999. page 12. Portrait used in _Image of an assassination : a new look at the Zapruder film_, MPI Teleproductions ; produced and written by H.D. Motyl. Note the Shriners pin in his lapel.
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question: What is the ownership history of the video footage taken of Kennedy's assassination?

answer: It was first filmed by Abraham Zapruder. The Life magazine bought it from him in 1963. In 1975, they returned the film to the Zapruder family.

question: What did Abraham Zapruder do with the video?

answer: He sold it to Life magazine.

question: Why did Zapruder donate to the Fireman's and Policeman's Benevolence Fund?

answer: He donated a part of the money he earned from the video of the Kennedy assassination to the Fund in honor of Mrs. Tippit, the widow of the policeman slain by Oswald.

question: How is the footage preserved?

answer: While that information isn't present for the original footage, digital reproduction of the film was made by Scientific Imaging.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: Russian-born Abraham Zapruder immigrated in 1920 and worked in a New York dress factory, founding the Jennifer Juniors of Dallas 29 years later. In 1963, when Kennedy was assassinated, Zapruder filmed the only footage of the event. He sold it to Life magazine, donating part of the money in honor of Mrs. Tippit, the widow of the policeman slain. Life magazine returned the footage to the Zapruder family in 1975. They have authorized a digital reproduction by Scientific Imaging in 1997.


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[Steve Bannon is pictured. | Getty Images]

"I think most Republicans want to see us win elections," Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell said of former White House chief strategist Steve Bannon (pictured). | Jim Watson/AFP/Getty Images

Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell said Sunday that Steve Bannon, along with others who are not backing GOP incumbents, are "specialists at nominating people who lose."

During an interview on "Fox News Sunday," McConnell responded to a clip, played by guest host Dana Perino, in which Bannon called out the Senate majority leader for supporting appointed Sen. Luther Strange in the Republican primary runoff for Alabama's special election. Strange ended up losing to Bannon-backed former judge Roy Moore.

"Some of these folks you've been quoting, as I said, are specialists at nominating people who lose, and that isn't going to help President Trump achieve his agenda," McConnell said.

Bannon, who served as Trump's chief strategist before returning to Breitbart, where he serves as executive chairman, has also begun to recruit challengers to incumbent Republicans.

On CNN's "State of the Union," McConnell said the only way to advance Trump's agenda, is to elect people who support it. He also alluded to the 2010 and 2012 elections, in which Republicans looking to take control of the Senate suffered setbacks because the GOP nominated candidates like Christine O'Donnell in Delaware and Richard Mourdock in Indiana.

“I think most Republicans want to see us win elections, because I always remind people that the winners of elections make policy, and the losers go home and go into some other line of work," he said. "The years in which we have nominated people who could win, we took the majorities, and years in which we didn't, we lost.”

These intraparty "skirmishes are all about whether or not we can nominate a candidate who can win in November," McConnell said.

question: When was the article written?

answer: Sometime in or after 2017

question: Who interviewed Senator McConnell?

answer: Dana Perino

question: Who did McConnell support in the Alabama Republican primary runoff?

answer: Luther Strange

question: Who is Steve Bannon?

answer: Executive chairman of Breitbart and Trump's former chief strategist

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Senator McConnell responded to criticism from Steve Bannon during an interview with Fox News. McConnell supported Luther Strange in an Alabama special election Republican primary, but they lost to Bannon's preferred candidate, Roy Moore.


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_THE CHIMES_ is the only studio album by Scottish dance music act The Chimes, released in 1990. Featuring singer Pauline Henry on vocals, the album includes their cover of U2's “I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For”, which reached number six in the UK Singles Chart,[1] along with their other top 40 hit “Heaven”, which reached number 24.[2] The album was certified silver in the UK,[3] and gold in Australia.[4]

Critical reception

In a retrospective review for AllMusic, Steve Mason gave the album four and a half out of five stars, calling it a “completely solid and credible album”. He described lead singer Pauline Henry's voice as being “expressive but controlled” and “powerful without resorting to the tiresome trills and oversinging of so many of her R&B contemporaries”. He also said that the multi-instrumentalist band members and producers James Locke and Michael Peden “combine pop, dance, and soul influences into a seamless, sleekly danceable blend.”[5]

2016 re-issue

A remastered, expanded 2-CD version of the album was released in September 2016, containing the original album plus B-sides, remixes, and two newly-recorded versions of “Heaven” by Pauline Henry.[6]

Track listing

All tracks written by The Chimes, except where noted.

-   Tracks 11 and 12 are included on the CD version only

Personnel

Adapted from the album's liner notes.[7]

-   All music performed by The Chimes (Pauline Henry, Mike Peden, James Locke), except:
-   Eric Bazilian – harp, bass melodica (track 9)
-   Luís Jardim – percussion (track 5)
-   Simon Law – piano (tracks 3, 4, 5 & 8)
-   The Reggae Philharmonic Orchestra – strings (tracks 5 & 8)
-   Frank Ricotti – vibes (track 6)
-   Ralph Schuckett – piano (track 9), synthesizers (track 9)
-   Tony Spiker – conga (tracks 3 & 8)
-   Phil Todd – flute (track 6)
-   Pete Wingfield – piano (tracks 1, 2, 6, 7 & 10)
-   Peter Wood – synthesizers (track 9)

*All tracks programmed by Mel Wesson

-   Additional drum programming by Sammy Merendino (track 9)
-   Photography by Enrique Badulescu & Steve Rapport
-   Design by Peter Barrett & Andrew Biscomb

Charts and certifications

Weekly charts

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| Chart (1990)                      | Peak                              |
|                                   | position                          |
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| Australia (ARIA)[8]               | 16                                |
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| Austria (Ö3 Austria Top 40)[9]    | 20                                |
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| Germany (GfK Entertainment        | 30                                |
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| Netherlands (MegaCharts)[11]      | 37                                |
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| New Zealand (RMNZ)[12]            | 3                                 |
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| Sweden (Sverigetopplistan)[13]    | 36                                |
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| Switzerland (Swiss Hitparade)[14] | 32                                |
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| UK Albums (OCC)[15]               | 17                                |
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| US (_Billboard_ 200)[16]          | 162                               |
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| US (Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums)[17]   | 71                                |
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Year-end charts

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  Australia (ARIA)[18]   86

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title: The Chimes (album)

question: To what does "The Chimes" refer?

answer: A dance act.

question: To what else does "The Chimes" refer?

answer: The eponymous album produced by said dance act.

question: When did it come out?

answer: 1990.

question: Who is the lead vocalist?

answer: Pauline Henry.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: The Chimes were a musical dance act who released their eponymous album in the year 1990. Covers comprised most, if not all, of the album. The album received a positive critical reception. It was certified silver in the UK and gold in Australia.


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An autumn tapestry lies before me. I approach this landscape of fading greens, subtle reds, and overbearing yellows. The ground squelches as my boots break the surface of the mud; it's still very much in the transition of solidifying after the late summer rain. The wind twists around the semi-dormant maples and stretches like elastic as it weaves through the dense wall of ash trees. What's left of the breeze binds itself around me and holds on.
	Rays of glistening sunlight peek through the cloak of powdery overcast. There's no happy medium of temperature; heat exists in the light, goosebumps in the shade. My path, pitted and trampled from years of use, follows along edge of a strong string of intersecting pines. At a point where the pines meet the path, an opening is made. The path continues past the aperture into a wide pasturage littered with goldenrod and burdock. The breeze picks up the goldenrod pollen and sends it dancing, twirling, twisting, and then off into the world.
	The path continues along, winding and weaving through the sea of soon-to-be hay, until it finally stops near a pile of long-dead logs. The logs were cut a few years back by my grandfather, but that’s as much as I know about them. I was back here last week, so the wood splitter is still here, but I didn't get much done. I have a problem with paying attention to what I'm doing. I'd like to say that it's nature's fault for being so damn beautiful, but I don't feel that way. I would just rather be somewhere else, although, I do like staring vacantly at the sky. Ever changing clouds distract me as they perform their celestial puppet shows. Above me, a quick nimbus fox jumps over the mammatus of the lazy dog. As the wind blows, the clouds dance and move; their movements close to identical, yet not. The more they’re pushed and pulled by the winds above, the more they morph. The quick fox changes to an anamorphic slug, slowly streaking across the sky.
	A nearby branch begins to shake, I give it no notice at first, but as the trembling continues, my attention is drawn. The rustling persists until a dry, crispy, brown leaf falls from branch, revealing a bluejay. The bird’s crested head tilts as it stares at me; we both stand motionless, staring at each other and waiting for the other’s reaction. His beaded eyes begin to widen and narrow and his talons wrap around the thin maple branch. A sudden flap of his sky blue wings sends the garrulous bird flying into the cold air and beyond.
	I turn back to my chore. The wood’s already cut into identical logs, although they still need to be split. I look down at the several colorful shades of brown and gray. Each strain has different qualities. Ash is easy to carry to the splitter, but maple is heavy and takes multiple attempts to lift. I tire pretty quickly the more wood I split. The warm air expelled from my lungs permeates the cold, creating a mass of haze that fogs my glasses.
	The wood screeches and cries as it’s forcibly divided, fiber by fiber, until it relents and splits apart. Some wood cries differently, their fibers held together tighter than others. The splitter snaps them regardless, only pausing momentarily while I provide it with more. Each piece is harder than the last. My muscles stretch with each lift, leaving them exhausted and drained. The sun position, directly above me, tells me it’s time for a well deserved break.
	I sit my weary body on top a fallen poplar, and unpack the lunch I carried. A small bunch of magnolia warblers fly by, their bumble bee-like bellies bouncing along the wind currents. Their melodies, comparable to a Mozartian piece, flutter down from the heavenly scene of altocumulus overcast. Ruby-throated hummingbirds weave their way in between the flying group of warblers, their wings flittering at magnificent speeds. I look in awe while chewing my slightly stale tuna fish sandwich. The moment the birds make their way behind the tall pines, and out of my sight, I finish it and walk back.
	The rather large pile of logs that once lay next to the splitter is gone and in its place are small remnants. The final cry of cracking wood echoes through the dense forest, proceeded by the near silent sound of sighing. Leaving the finished job behind, I make my way back. The path once again takes me through the gap of pines, the squelching sod, and the weaving winds. The rays that once cut through the clouds, now tries to make its way past the trees as its source begins to set. As the sun’s stream of shine loosens its grip on the land, the temperature drops. The once-subtle amount of fog left by my breath looks like smoke. I childishly hold my fingers up to my mouth and blow the smoke left in my lungs from my imaginary cigarette.
	I give a momentary glance back at where I’ve been. The walls of autumn-colored trees, the boot tracks in the mud, and the pile of perfectly split wood are all behind me. The path suddenly ends as I turn around and a door lies before me. I take one last deep breath of the chilled outdoor air, before heading inside, where a mug of hot cocoa waits for me.

title: Story I wrote in school: Splitting Wood. Tell me what you think. Enjoy.

question: What are the themes of this story?

answer: Some of the themes tying this story together are perseverance, the endlessness of the journey, and focus. The author seems to derive a sense of pleasure from the arduous but rewarding process of splitting the wood. Their success is dependent on the landscape and the sun, and on the time of day-all factors beyond the control of humans. The story is one about a path to and from seemingly arbitrary points that are actually significant-the pile of wood does not have much external struggle to show for itself but the pile itself though latent shows an entire day's worth of internal dialogue and the absence of dialogue.

question: Summarize the obstacles the main character faces throughout their day.

answer: The narrator seems to enjoy encountering these obstacles, or at least to find peace in it. There's an overcast, and the temperature seems quite mercurial. The narrator mentions it's either cold or hot, with no in-between. Each strain of wood splits more or less easily, and some types are heavier to lug than others. At lunchtime, bugs disturb the narrator's food. The sun sets and it grows more difficult to see.

question: What sort of person enjoys this work, which exists in solitude and is physically arduous?

question: What does this story say about the main character (the narrator)?

answer: It seems they are seeking inner peace and that they find it in solitude in the forest, where there are no other humans present save for the people in their thoughts, such as their grandfather. They might have led or still lead a life that is otherwise hectic and frenetic, perhaps in a neighboring city. They are a person who appreciates small things and natural beauty.


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Would anyone be willing to record themselves reading this? I'd like to use it for an experimental tape I'm making. I'd greatly appreciate it if anyone would be willing to take this on, and I'll send you a copy of the tape when it's finished.

> Yesterday you woke up in a bed of ﬂowers. You found yourself there, and this is where most often found you as well. You were wet from the rain the night before but the sun's morning rays were making short work of all of the water on the foliage around you. You looked up from underneath the pink daisies past the stems and petals to the vapor trail-ridden sky above you. It was a bright blue and full of clouds so ﬂuffy they'd make an upholsterer throw a ﬁt. You slowly began to rise and were rudely stolen from your euphoric state by the realisatiion that this beautiful patch of somewhat undisturbed tranquility was ﬂanked by the brick walls of multilevel living structures, and the dusty colored curtains that hung in desperation over the undersized windows to keep the small cave-like dwellings hidden from the world. The defeated corpses that resided in these square cages were as repulsed by the sunlight as the most gruesome vampires literature could ever hope to give birth to.
These thoughts never had a chance to do anything more than merely dance through your head as you shook the ﬂowers from your hair and headed inside. There was a small pastel coloured kitchen that had fallen victim to trends of the ﬁfties only to become immortalised by hipsters half a century later. The entire room was glowing orange from the sun tea in a glass container outside that eclipsed the sun with its amber hues and welcomed memories of your childhood to take over your imagination for the next few seconds, which took their leisurely time passing through. When you came to, a seeming miniature eternity later, you were reminded of something important you had planned for later that day, as well as the ocean.
Always the ocean. Since your early childhood it was the single most beautiful and ethereal thing you knew of, and you visited it as often as you could. Your grandmother would joke when you were younger that if you spent any more time in the water you’d transform into a mermaid. That sounded just ﬁne to you.

title: Flower [Request Inside]

question: Why did the addressee wake up in a bed of flowers?

answer: Unknown.

question: Where is this bed of flowers?

answer: In between brick walls of a multi-level structure.

question: What does the addressee realize this is?

answer: Near a place where people similar to the undead hide in cave-like dwellings with a 1950s decor.

question: Who is the addressee?

answer: Unknown.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The addressee wakes up in a field of flowers, only to realize that they are located near a gruesome dwelling with a 1950s interior decoration style. The inside of this room reminds the addressee of the ocean, and that when they were younger their grandmother would joke they would turn into a mermaid.


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This story is from a recent car crash I was a part of and the events leading up to it.

**Car crash from last night, as I remember it.**

Two thirty-two ounce Jeremiah Reds and we still looked sharper than a butcher's knife. It takes a real man to order a bottle of red, and even more so to take them as effortlessly as we did. It was quite a sight for the regular crowd. Three manly men enjoying their drink and catching up on some sports down at the, always welcoming, BJ's brew house.

As it turns out, and although it may seem like it, not everything always goes our way. The home team lost a crucial playoff game, beers were running low, and I hadn't been offered sex all night. This combination of unfortunate mishaps started giving me an odd feeling. I needed to shake off this funk, but I was out of smokes. My good friend Mauri sensed my discomfort, that or my childish fidgeting from craving a smoke. Whatever the case, it worked. He spotted a friendly, slanted eyed, sports fan that headed out for an opium break. Lucky for us he happened to smoke regular stuff as well. Our type of stuff. Some quick witted banter later and we were three cigarettes richer. We took care of the first two immediately.

Mauri put away our third friend for a later puff. Normally he'll do it with such elegance, I swoon. This time though, it strangely grazed his slightly large, but still handsome, earlobe. What normally wouldn't affect a frail or even a wet cigarette, this time destroyed our last piece of lung candy. Things were happening. Bad vibes were definitely out tonight. I decided at this point, it was up to me to keep bad shit from happening. I didn't mention any of these strange occurrences to Mauri or Mikey, I had to keep my composure. Lead by example and example the lead. It works.

It was getting late and it began to feel as if we had overstayed our welcome, that or this one fat headed bartender felt threatened. He offered free beer in exchange for our absence. I'm no cheap man whore, but no man in their right mind would turn down free beer. As a matter of fact no man in any state of mind would. No man.

We left to resume our night. The feelings that manifested at the bar had followed to the parking lot. Maybe it just wasn't my night, maybe I was being a pussy, maybe fuck you reader, but I didn't even put up a fight for the front seat.

"Shotgun!" Mauri called enthusiastically.

I let out a quiet sigh, he rushed to the front. I'd usually sneak my way to passenger, tonight shotgun didn't appeal to me. I figured I should stop worrying and just enjoy my night. Mikey decided to play the classic sounds of our favorite trio, the Beastie Boys. With our last set of Reds in our hand and our heads boppin' he began to lay out the plan for the night.

"We're gonna head over to jack in the box to try that new jalapeno burger..." He said with such anticipation, and reassurance I had never heard from him. He was leading by example.

Just when I was starting to feel right for the night, my gut instinct struck again. I was nice and buzzed but these goddamn spidey senses were tingling. Before I knew it, everything slowed down. My senses were amplified. I had a moment of clarity in my drunken stupor. I looked around to see if the guys felt this moment of divine lucidity, but all I could make out was Mikey going on with the plans and Mauri trying to rap to the B-boys. I closed my eyes. This was it. Whatever bad energy that was following us, it was here and it was about to blow. It was up to me to try to decipher where it was going to come from. I presses my eyelids shut. And I knew.

"Holy shit!" Mauri yelled in the front.

I quickly fastened my seat belt and braced myself for impact. Some dumb bitch had made the roughest turn any of us had seen. Although alert Mikey reacted as fast as he cums, it wasn't fast enough for a clean escape. Mauri's glasses flew, Mikey's pride stung, and I had let them down. I should've said something. But men don't think in 'should'ves', we think for the moment and at that moment Mauri and I knew we had to dispose of any incriminating substance. We played the part.

"What the fuck?!" Mauri exclaimed as he stepped out.

"Ahh mah shoulder!" I played along.

"Are you guys ok?" A worried voice shouted from the other car. We had them.

I quickly grabbed my bottle of Red and made my way to some stairway away from the crash. Mauri followed, Mikey worked on damage control. Mauri and I did what we do best and chugged those big Reds until their last drop. No man wastes a free beer and we example by lead. I was clearly drunk after this. We found our way back to the mess. Scolded the girl on her driving skills, but there's only so much you can do for a woman driver, and I was glad the bad vibes ended with something so trivial as a car crash. We waited, smoked, took tourist pictures of the sight and decided it was as good moment as any to call it a night.

question: What are the details of the accident?

answer: It is a vehicular accident involving two cars, one car had a drunk driver and passengers, the other had a woman at the wheel. The text alludes that the car with the drunks failed to avoid collision when the other car made a "rough turn". No details on the extend of damage was given, but the issue is minor enough for all involved to be without any apparent injuries.

question: When and where did the incident occur?

answer:
North America -judging from the narrative content which mentions the narrator going to BJ's Brew House and the Jeremiah Reds, though a specific State and county is hard to identify since no distinguishing details are given (branch locations of BJ's can narrow it down to a degree).

Based on the story, this incident happened at nighttime past the live airing of a playoffs game. Also, the narrator directly states: "it was getting late"

question: What is the name of the narrator?

answer: This information is not given.

question: Who are Mauri and Mikey?

answer: They are friends of the narrator. Mikey was driving at the time of the accident (Mauri sat on the passenger seat). No ages were given but it appears that they are old enough to drink.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: After getting inebriated at BJ's Brew House, the narrator and his friends Mauri and Mikey drive to Jack in the Box for burgers. On the road, they get into an accident with another vehicle driven by a woman. The narrator and Mauri quickly leave the vehicle while feigning injury and carrying away any evidence that would prove they were drinking in the car. At the same time, Mikey scolds the driver of the other vehicle, who is a woman, in order to make it


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BETZENWEILER () is a municipality in the Biberach district of Baden-Württemberg, in southwestern Germany.

The area is between the basin of Federsee and the Bussen, the largest mountain in central Swabia.

The official language is German, but day-to-day conversations by almost all of its inhabitants are in Swabian dialect.

Relative to its size of ca. 713 Betzenweiler has a big industry and more in-commuters than out-commuters.

There are about 15 bigger companies, some with more than 200 employees, and a lot of small ones.

title: Betzenweiler

question: In which part of Germany is the district of Baden-Wurttemberg?

answer: The Southwest.

question: What dialect are you most likely to hear in daily conversation of Betzenweiler's inhabitants?

answer: Swabian.

question: Where do most people who work in Betzenweiler live?

answer: They are in-commuters who come from other cities.

question: Approximately how many bigger companies are there in Betzenweiler?

answer: 15.


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My name is Jake Gillmore. Up until that devastating day that ruined my life, it was just ordinary.

I worked for a frieghter company called Lightspeed. They ship anything, from produce to livestock, from planet to planet. I was one of those stiff's who worked in the loading dock, drivin' a hoverlift; loadin' the pallet's and other cargo into the transport ship's. Not my job of choice, but it paid the bill's.

The only ray's of sunshine in my life were my Wife and our Son... Those are good memories. My wife Lana, a five foot seven, one hundred and five pound knockout. Her hair's long and flowin' red, eye's as blue as ice and her lip's are beautifully full and alive. She was my one true love. Then my son, John was born and suddenly I had two great loves in my life. The last time I saw him he was eleven. Like me, he was not an athlete, but a thinker. A good strong jaw, and developing those ruggedly good look's like his old man. He'll have to beat the girl's off with a stick.

Hopefully he'll take my advice and wait till he's grown up and spent some time for himself travelin' and explorin' before he start's the dating game.

Listen to me. I'm dronin' on and on, sorry. I like to revel in the good memories as much as I can, but if you'll stick around I'm sure my story will entertain you.

What was the tragic twist of fate that ruined my life? It was a year ago, as far as I can tell. One day, down on the loadin' dock, I was finishin' up loadin' a ship with produce. Much to my surprise Lana and John stopped by for a surprise visit. Out of the shadow's of another ship, a Terian stowaway emerge's and hold's my wife up at gun point in full view of me. Big mistake!

Wavin' that gun at my family. Terians aren't the brightess bunch in the galaxy. Ugly, worty creatures that look like a frog and fish combined into humanoid form. Three finger's including the thumb, and webbed feet. Every time I think of them I see that one, and I'd gladly kill him again, to protect my family.

That's right. I killed him. When I saw him and his gun, my vision of the world turned to red, and the next thing I know I come back to myself; a lifeless Terian gripped firmly by the throat in my hand's. A bullet wound in my arm, and a life shattered.

The case was open and shut in no time. My sentence a lifetime banishment to the horrible planet known as Torment.

Torment... That's a fitting name for this place. When it's day time the temperature reaches the hundreds, and even though it's constantly bright, there's no visible sun ever! The light permeates everywhere. There's no escaping it. It penetrates even into the caves and through the depth's of the local flora. It's as bright as the sun in all directions. No shadows are cast and no shade is made. Until night, escape from the light is impossible. Then the night is the same extreme. No visible moon or starlight.

Don't ask me how, it just work's that way here. Even with  a flashlight you barely can see what's directly in front of you, up to a foot. The temperature drop's to the negative's and a fire barely bring's comfort what with casting any light and warmth with in a one foot radius.

The planet is sandy, yet abundent with plant and animal life. The tree's grow thin at the bottom and get thicker at the top. The bushes constantly shift and move and all the animal's are vicious and blind. I don't mean that they can't see due to poor eye's. I mean that they have no eye's at all. What they lack in sight they make up for in hearing, though.

The only thing that's helped me to stay sane, is my faith in Jesus and the Lord. They give me the strength to carry on. In a place like Torment, strength is what one need's.

Another blistering day on torment. Today, like any other day I started by leaving my camp, and going to the water hole. The water is red, bubbling and has a hint of vanilla. Oddly the water is as cold as ice, even though it bubbles. Now if I only cared for vanilla, yuck.

The other day I spotted a Leeug. That's a creature about the size of a lion, that look's like a leech in color, smoothness and mouth, but it crawl's like a slug. Even worse it has four tentacle arm's with claw's on each end. It was disturbingly close yesterday, so I'm obviously a little on edge today.

It's a little suspicious to me that I even spotted it, since they have the ability to perfectly blend in with their surroundings. Why would it be out in the open?

Now that I think about it I wonder why, on a planet inhabited with eyeless creatures, would a species be able to blend in with it's surrounding's? Hopefully I never find out.

Anyway I went for a swim and let down my guard as I began to relax. Idiot. When I came out of the water I caught a glimmer of a silhouette, near my clothes. Since I'm a convict I don't have the luxury of a gun. The wood on this planet is fragile so I can't fashion a weapon out of it. So I was left with nothing else but my own two hand's for defense.

I rushed the creature (a Leeug it turned out to be) and in it's shocked state I connected with a right. Then a left. It tried to bite my hand, but I dodged in time. Unfortunately my dodge positioned me for the worst.

Just as I caught my balance, it happened. It's claw's sank into the orbit's of my skull, and with one quick jerk my eye's came out amidst the sounds of the ripping flesh and muscle. I don't have to worry about the light anymore.

I now know that the Leeug has a numbing poison on it's claw's, meant to help it disable it's prey. It was keeping me from feeling my torn out eye's, and if I'd have been sliced any more it would have disabled me completely.

In the absence of pain my body surged out adrenaline and I used it to wrestle one of the Leeug's claws into my hand, and stab it to death with it's own weapon. In my stabbing I ripped the claw free from the creature, and kept going until I had it underneath me, and until I could feel the solid thump of stabbing terrain beneath it.

After my victory I crawled towards the sound of the bubbling water, and washed the gore off of me, and tended to disinfecting my eye's. I turned my shirt into a bandage and wrapped my eye's up to help stop the bleeding.

Feeling slightly dizzy I placed the Leeug claw in my rear pocket, and stumbbled towards my camp. As best as I could figure.

After an hour I began to worry. I had walked from the water hole to my camp at night many times. Half of the time I did it without a flash light, and it didn't take this long. Maybe I went the wrong direction, since I was dizzy from the blood loss. Just as I started to panic, I came to a tree and found the arrow I carved into it to help me along my path at night. I also numbered them, and this one was number three. I was close!

Then I heard it. Several grunt's in different directions. The Leeug's were upon me. I guess they travel in pack's and the one I killed was just the tip of the iceberg.

I drew the claw from my pocket and began slashing in the air wildly in all directions. I knew that my effort's were in vain. I was no doubt doomed!

My name is Lana Gillmore. My husband Jake saved me and our son John over a year ago from a Terian mugger.

In the confusion of the fight the mugger shot himself, and my poor husband collapsed. unable to grasp what had happened, his mind shut his body down and threw him into a state of mental torment.

Even now, viewing him through the window of his room at the Serene Winds Insane Asylum, he lay on his side staring into oblivion, muttering to himself in unintelligible whispers. He wear's a straight-jacket and requires constant care. Maybe somday he'll come to term's with what happened.

Maybe someday.

                                The End.

title: Torment

question: What did Jake work as at Lightspeed?

answer: Jake worked at the freight company's loading dock. He would drive and load the cargo into the transport ships.

question: Explain what ruined Gillmore's life.

answer: Gillmore shot a Terian. The Terian held Gillmore's wife at gunpoint when she came to the docks to meet him. To save his family, Gillmore shot the Terian.

question: Describe the planet Torment.

answer:
In the day, the planet's temperatures would reach hundreds, with light permeating through everything. There would be no way to escape the light until the night. The nights would be extremely dark, you wouldn't see anything even with a flashlight.

Torment is sandy but still full of plants and wildlife. The bushes there constantly move and the animals are blind.

question: Is Jake really on planet Terian (or not)?

answer: No, when the Terian mugger attacked Lana, in the confusion, the mugger shot himself and Jake collapsed. He now has no idea of what happened and his body is now in a state of mental torment. Jake is at the Serene Winds Insane Asylum.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer:
Jake worked as a stiff for a freighter company. One day at work, his wife and kid pay a visit but they are attacked by a Terian mugger at gunpoint. While trying to save them, in the confusion, the mugger shoots himself and Jake collapses.

Jake is now at the Serene Winds Insane Asylum where he lives thinking he shot the mugger and is now banished to a planet called Torment for his crime.


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BANCA POPOLARE DI CREMA is an Italian banking brand and former subsidiary of Banco Popolare.

History

Founded as BANCA POPOLARE AGRICOLA DI MUTUO CREDITO in 1870, the Crema-based bank was later known as BANCA POPOLARE DI CREMA.[1] It became a subsidiary Banca Popolare di Lodi (via sub-holding Reti Bancarie from 2003 to 2006) and then as a subsidiary of Banco Popolare since 2007. In 2011, Banca Popolare di Crema was absorbed by Banco Popolare,[2] but retained as a brand, under banking division Banca Popolare di Lodi.

As at 31 December 2010, BP Crema had a shareholders' equity of €214.819 million.[3]

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title: Banca Popolare di Crema

question: What is Banca Popolare di Crema?

answer: Banca Popolare di Crema (the Crema-based bank) is an Italian banking brand and former subsidiary of Banco Popolare.

question: When was Banca Popolare di Crema founded?

answer: Banca Popolare di Crema in 1870.

question: How was Banca Popolare di Crema previously called?

answer: Banca Popolare di Crema was previously called Banca Popolare Agricola di Mutuo Credito.

question: How is Banca Popolare di Crema related to Banco Popolare?

answer: Banca Popolare di Crema was absorbed by Banco Popolare in 2011.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Banca Popolare di Crema is an Italian banking brand and former subsidiary of Banco Popolare. It was founded as Banca Popolare Agricola di Mutuo Credito in 1870.  In 2011, Banca Popolare di Crema was absorbed by Banco Popolare. As of 31 December 2010, Banca Popolare di Crema had a shareholders' equity of €214.819 million.


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MANUEL GARCIA is a census-designated place (CDP) in Starr County, Texas, United States. It is a new CDP formed from part of the former La Casita-Garciasville CDP prior to the 2010 census with a population of 203.[1]

Geography

Manuel Garcia is located at (26.333654, -98.701643).[2]

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title: Manuel Garcia, Texas

question: In what county is Manuel Garcia?

answer: Starr County, Texas, United States

question: What is the population of Manuel Garcia?

answer: 203

question: When was Manuel Garcia formed?

answer: prior to the 2010 US census

question: What are the coordinates of Manuel Garcia CDP?

answer: 26.333654, -98.701643

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Manuel Garcia is a census-designated place (CDP) in Starr County, Texas, United States with a population of 203.


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“MARCY & HUNSON” is the seventh episode of the tenth season of the American animated television series _Adventure Time_. The episode was written and storyboarded by Graham Falk and series showrunner Adam Muto, from an outline by Muto, Jack Pendarvis, head writer Kent Osborne, and Julia Pott. The episode, which debuted on December 17, 2017 on Cartoon Network, guest stars Martin Olson as Hunson Abadeer.

The series follows the adventures of Finn (voiced by Jeremy Shada), a human boy, and his best friend and adoptive brother Jake (voiced by John DiMaggio), a dog with magical powers to change shape and grow and shrink at will. In this episode, Peppermint Butler gives Finn a new sword, the Night Blade. However, he also summons Hunson Abadeer. When Finn and Jake let slip that his daughter Marceline (voiced by Olivia Olson) is performing a solo concert for ghosts, Hunson forces his way in.

Supervising direction for “Marcy & Hunson” was handled by Cole Sanchez, whereas art direction was handled by Sandra Lee. Guest music writer Babeo Baggins contributed the song “Slow Dance with You”, which has been heavily discussed and analyzed by both critics and fans for its implications. The episode was viewed by 0.76 million viewers upon its debut, and has received mostly positive reviews, with the aforementioned “Slow Dance with You” being praised by a number of media outlets.

Plot

Finn is needing a new sword, so he enlists the help of Peppermint Butler, who forges a weapon, the Night Blade, and then summons Hunson Abadeer (voiced by Martin Olson) to infuse it with “Nightosphere magic”. Released unto Ooo, Abadeer initially tries to harvest souls, but Peppermint Butler binds him with a spell, rendering him powerless. Abadeer then decides to accompany Finn and Jake to the house of his daughter, Marceline the Vampire Queen (voiced by Olivia Olson).

Marceline is getting ready to perform at a concert for a group of ghosts at the Hamburger Hills Cemetery, and is frustrated when her father randomly turns up at her doorstep. Although she tries to avoid mentioning the concert so that her father will not attend, the news is inevitably revealed and Abadeer forces his way into her concert. During a performance of Marceline's song “Slow Dance”, Abadeer accidentally gets into a brawl with several ghosts. Because Abadeer is still bound by Peppermint Butler's magic, he is unable to defend himself. Finn manages to fight off the ghosts with his new sword, and then Marceline transforms into a bat, grabs her entourage, and flies away.

At the end of the episode, Marceline, Finn, Jake, and Hunson Abadeer meet up with Princess Bubblegum in a restaurant; Marceline thanks her dad for trying to support her, even if he caused a scene.

Throughout the episode, Princess Bubblegum's conniving Cousin Chicle (allied with Uncle Gumbald) disguises himself as a ghost and spies on Marceline to learn her weakness, as Gumbald has identified Marceline as one of Bubblegum's more powerful allies.

Production

“Marcy & Hunson” was storyboarded by Graham Falk and series showrunner Adam Muto, from a story by Muto, Jack Pendarvis, leader writer Kent Osborne, and Julia Pott. Supervising direction for the episode was carried out by Cole Sanchez, whereas Sandra Lee handled the episode's art direction.[1] As its title suggests, “Marcy & Hunson” features the return of Marceline's father, Hunson Abadeer. Martin Olson (the actual father of Olivia Olson, who voices Marceline) provides the voice for Abadeer.[2] He had previously appeared in the second season episode “It Came from the Nightosphere”, the third season]] episode “Memory of a Memory”, and the fourth-season two-part episode “Return to the Nightosphere“/”Daddy's Little Monster”.[3][4] Adventure Time {{!}} TV Club|date=April 30, 2012 |publisher=The Onion|work=[[The A.V. Club|author=Dyess-Nugent, Phil|accessdate= August 22, 2012}}

Series character and prop supervisor Benjamin Anders designed Marceline's look and outfit for this episode. On his personal Tumblr, he wrote, “[Adam Muto] asked me if I wanted to design a couple looks for Marceline for the episode and ended up going with a Yolandi Visser/Lady Gaga look.”[5] While the show is animated in South Korea,[6][7] storyboard supervisor Erik Fountain provided reference animation for the dance that Peppermint Butler does while watching Marceline perform.[8]

The song that Marceline sings in the episode, “Slow Dance with You”, was written by the Washington D.C.-based musician Babeo Baggins. According to Pride.com, the song is about “the longing to get close with an unnamed love interest”, with many fans online speculating that the unnamed individual is Princess Bubblegum.[9] Via Twitter, Baggins confirmed that they wrote the song about a female love-interest “who didn’t like [the singer] cause she had a boyfriend”.[10] On Tumblr, Baggins elaborated:

  So, I wanted to give you guys a bit of a backstory on the song I wrote called “Slow Dance” ... I wrote [the song] about this girl I had a big crush on, and she liked me too, but ... she had a boyfriend and I wasn’t a boy... (to her). I identify as genderfluid, and I feel very he/him most of the time. I was so heartbroken because I knew I wasn’t a “boy” in her eyes but I thought I could be, if she let me. Hence, “I know all the other boys are tough and smooth”. It’s okay tho , she’s a very lovely girl and I wrote a really good song out of it. I’m happy you all like it so much. Just wanted you all to know the root of the song.[11]

Despite Baggins's intentions when writing the song, some online users attempted to argue that the song was not about a female love interest, leading to Baggins to respond that the song is “gay as hell” and was written “for the gays”.[12] The demo for the song was released on the official _Adventure Time_ production blog on December 18, 2017.[13]

Reception

[“Slow Dance with You”, performed by Olivia Olson, was critically commented on.]

“Marcy & Hunson” aired on December 17, 2017, along with three other _Adventure Time_ episodes (viz. “Seventeen”, “Ring of Fire”, and “The First Investigation”) as part of an episode “bomb”.[14] It was seen by 0.76 million viewers and scored a 0.2 Nielsen rating in the 18- to 49-year-old demographic (Nielsen ratings are audience measurement systems that determine the audience size and composition of television programming in the United States), which means that the episode was seen by 0.2 percent of all individuals aged 18 to 49 years old who were watching television at the time of the episode's airing.[15]

Oliver Sava of _The A.V. Club_ wrote that “Marcy & Hunson” is “a cute episode, but also the slightest of [the] four [that aired on December 17], telling a straightforward story about Hunson doing the bare minimum to inch his way into his daughter’s good graces.”[16] He collectively awarded it, along with “Seventeen”, “Ring of Fire”, and “The First Investigation” a “B+”.[17]

The use of “Slow Dance with You” in the episodes, and its implications resulted in extensive online discussion. Many fans of the show were quick to argue that the song was alluding to Princess Bubblegum, although some fans argued that the song was not necessarily an expression of queer feelings (this latter argument was repudiated by song writer Babeo Baggins).[18] Mey Valdivia Rude of Autostraddle wrote highly of the song's use in the episode, calling its appearance “one of my favorite pop culture moments of the year.”[19] Sava wrote that he “love[d]” the song, and positively compared it to the work of Mitski (who had contributed the song “Francis Forever” to the show's eighth-season episode “The Music Hole”).[20]

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title: Marcy & Hunson

question: What number of what season was the episode?

answer: It was the seventh episode of the tenth season

question: What series was the episode a part of?

answer: Adventure Time

question: Who were the guest stars?

answer: Martin Olson

question: What song from the episode received particular praise?

answer: "Slow Dance with You" by Babeo Baggins

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Marcy & Hunson is the seventh episode of the tenth season of Adventure Time, an animated television series which follows the adventures of Finn, a human boy, and his best friend Jake, a dog with magical powers. It received particular praise for the song "Slow Dance with You" by Babeo Baggins.


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Emilio was heading home in a drunken haze. He had been at Kingston, a bar downtown earlier that night with some of his friends. It was late now and they had all retired, Emilio was all alone. He had nowhere to go and nothing to do, for once he was a free man unemployed but free. All his life he had been told what to do and forced down a road he didn't really want to go down but that was all over, it was his life now. Before Emilio realized the gift he was given it had been one of the worst days of his life, he had been fired. Emilio had a good job as a mid level manager working at an IT firm but the economy had taken its toll on the business and he was no longer needed. His first thoughts were how was he going to find a new job in this mess but after a long night of drinking and smoking his eyes had been opened. Why walk in a straight line from A to B day after day when theres a whole alphabet waiting to be explored, why live as a robot day in and day out repeating the same thing over and over. Break the routine and take a stand, this is not the life to live. Emilio knew what he had to do, life was just beginning.

He only lived 8 blocks away and was only 1 sleep away from adventure. Emilio walked down the lonely streets, passing under the erie orange glow of the lamps. Life had never had so much purpose for young Emilio, broken free from the chains of the norm, re-born in an open world, a new man. As he walked under a broken street lamp a man with a black hood came out of an alley with a gun pointed straight at Emilio. "Give me everything you've got! Now!". Emilio froze with fear, "Can't you hear me! Give me everything yo've got, and I'm not going to say it again!", the gun man yelled. Emilio unfroze and reached for his pockets but having spent most of his money at the bar only had a small amount of change on him. He raced through his pockets and held the money out, "What the fuck is this shit? All of it! Now!", the gun man furiously yelled. Emilio stuttered "Th th this is all I have", "Bullshit I know you have more, this is your last chance", the hooded man said. "I don't, I swear" Emilio whimpered, "Swear on this", BANG! BANG! BANG! And with a thunderous applaud Emilio exited the stage, his part was over but the play had just begun.

title: My First Work, Untitled. Any Feedback and Comments are much appreciated (455 Words).

question: Where does Emilio currently work?

answer: He is unemployed.

question: How did Emilio feel about his previous work?

answer: He felt tied down by it.

question: How does Emilio feel about being unemployed?

answer: He feels free

question: What happens to Emilio at the end of the story?

answer: He is shot and killed.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: Emilio heads home from the bar. He recently lost his job and feels free now that he is unemployed. He feels hopeful about his future. On his way home, he is mugged. He doesn't have much money, and the mugger shoots and kills him.


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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: What does the story say about the location of the story?

question: What does the story say about King Colossus?

answer: King Colossus was a great, kind, and powerful ruler who was given a name to be remembered for centuries. The King wields a sword forged in the tunnels of the Crystal Pass. He fell into the bottom of a waterfall during a battle with King Zenoriah and was transformed into a hawk (the symbol of his kingdom) because of the rose of the faeries Queen Eleanor gave him before the battle, which granted him a second life should he perish. King Colossus is now a hawk spirit guardian, flying high and watching over the land to this day. A towering oak tree was planted in his memory.

question: What does the story say about the Queen?

answer: Queen Eleanor is the loyal and loving wife of King Colossus. She had two children with the king and is now the grandmother in the story who reads the tale of her husband to her three grandchildren. Queen Eleanor refused to leave the king's side during his battle with King Zenoriah. She was granted eternal life when the king gave her a bottle of water collected from the Fountain of Youth. Queen Eleanor still sees King Colossus (now a hawk) by the oak tree.

question: What does the story say about King Zenoriah?

answer: King Zenoriah was the much-feared King of Fire who sought to destroy King Colossus and his kingdom. He has menacing black eyes that show no signs of a soul, just cold pits of evil darkness. As the King of Fire, Zenoriah's skin is on fire. He also wields a flaming sword that was probably forged in the very pits of Hell. King Zeonriah's weakness is water, and he presumably perished when King Colossus dragged him down to the bottom of a waterfall.


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					The Laughing Man

					       Chapter 1:

Summer was supposed to be a time of fun and adventure.  Traversing the woodland realm, hiking down new paths to find some
new camping locations.  Admiring nature in all her glory.  Well, that's what summer was supposed to be anyway.  This summer however, had
decided to take on a rather dreary turn.  The raining has gone on for well over a month now.  Had this been England or some such far off land, I
could understand.  "But this is Georgia!" I thought to myself, glaring out the window towards the woodline.  "We're directly above the damn
Sunshine State, and I'm stuck in here!" No matter, there's no way this could last.  So I'll make do inside.   "Ugh, the thought of being stuck in this
dreadful farmhouse for days just makes me sick."  It's the type of old house that you just can't keep clean.  Day in and day out of dusting,
sweeping cobwebs, clearing rat bodies, the familiar signs of a house past its prime.  Cleaning alone is enough to keep you occupied full time.
So many days have been spent waking up just to look around and be so overwhelmed that you give up.  Luckily, we have the computer and
the television.  Sometimes it can be your only escape from the dull, dusty walls, the rattling pipes, and the other little quirks that make a house
a home.

It was around this time that our little town tucked away in the mountains began to have somewhat of a suspicious presence.  Somewhere
along the lines, we seem to have had a bout of depression sweep over our little town.  The news would later attribute this to the ceaseless rain.
It seemed as though every other week or so, we were hearing of yet another suspicious suicide.  Rumors began to spring up about possible
contaminants in our water, spread only quicker by the rain.  As those who would take their lives, would exhibit peculiar personality changes for
days, leading up to their eventual demise.  It was so bad that anyone acting strangely would be rounded up by their friends and families and taken
to the hospital immediately.  Usually it was nothing.  There was one that did commit suicide after being taken to the hospital.  Even stranger,
is that the girl who killed herself in the hospital was helped by the head nurse.  Who in turn killed herself later that week.  No one quite knew
the cause, but needless to say, the town was on edge.  With good cause, as the death toll had reached in to the double digits now.

This of course was all just news to me.  I had been staying indoors more and more lately, and didn't know any of the victims personally.
All of this was nothing more than a story on the television to me.  "Just another day on Earth" I remember thinking to myself.  I guess I've always
been the cynical type.  So days later, when someone I actually knew became affected by the strange phenomenon, I was struck to say the least.  Travis
was a distant acquaintance of mine.  Just a kid I hung out with in highschool, back in my wilder days.  Still, it's always weird to know a person who dies.
Especially when that person dies from something so strange as a "Plague of suicide".  Travis was always pretty popular, and up until a few days before
he died, alone in his little Airstream trailer, still a fairly well known, affable fellow.  Since this was the first victim of the sickness that I had known, I felt
compelled to go to the funeral.  Something, that in hindsight, I never should have done...

The funeral was held atop a hill, near the local cemetary.  It was one of those funerals that seemed more of a social gathering than a way
to remember a person, and immortalize their passing.  But with the types of friends we shared, one could only expect as much.  It was here that I
became familiar with the intimate details of the sickness sweeping our sleepy little town.  Amongst the crowds you could hear people talking about
Travis up to his last few days.  How he was becoming more and more paranoid.  Always feeling as though someone was watching him, messing with
him. Trying to to make him break.  I would overhear his neighbors discussing how he would come storming out of his trailer, shotgun in tow in full
blown panic, multiple times during the day and night.  Even firing back in to his trailer's front door on one occasion.  As if he were chasing some
unknown assailant.  How they could hear him sobbing sometimes. The odd part however, is how they would describe his cries.  It seems he would be
heard sobbing, softly.  The soft cries of a man on the verge of breaking.  His cries however, as they described it, began to become very peculiar.  He
would begin to cry, head in his hands.  And then, as if he had just snapped, laughter.  The type of laughter when you had just had enough.  Or the type
of laughter when you realized you had gone insane.  They would describe him sitting alone in his little garden outside his trailer, in his humble little lawn
chair just crying.  A PBR to his side, a shotgun in his lap, and his head in his hands.  Just sobbing... And laughing...

The funeral had ended, and the people were beginning to clear out.  I was still socializing with a few other old aquantances when my eyes
became repeatably drawn to his small, close nit family.  These were mountain folk, and to say they were superstitious would be an incredible
understatement.  Overhearing them talk of demons and "Jaysus Christ" and all sorts of things made an Atheist city boy like myself cringe.  But I was
still filled with compassion for them.  I began to slowly inch my way towards them, all the while listening to their conversation as to find the right time
to sort of "butt in".  To find some way I could console this poor family.  When I heard them mention of just burning the Airstream and all that was in
it down to ashes.  "Wow, these people are absolutely terrified" I thought to myself.  "I just wish we could have something, anything to remember him
by before we do this." I heard the grandmother say between sobs.  Without even thinking, my mouth opened and out it came.  "I'd be happy to go get
some pictures and specific items you guys might want if it would help!".  What in the ever loving fuck was I thinking?  This was none of my business.
And I barely even knew the guy anymore.  But my mouth had opened, and what was said had been said.  Of course they would try to talk me out of it,
but I wasn't having any of it.  I'm not the greatest guy on earth, but I do keep my word.  So here I am, tasked to retrieve a few personal belongings of
a man I hardly knew, for a family I didn't know, in the middle of what seemed to be some sort of disease outbreak.  Me and my big mouth...

**Sorry about the poor formatting. I just copy/pasted it from my notepad.**

I guess this could also serve as proof I'm the actual writer if the need ever arises lol

title: This is chapter 1 of a story I'm writing. Hope you guys like it! Criticism welcome!

question: What does the story say about the narrator's town?

answer: The narrator's town in Georgia had been experiencing a dreary summer due to a month-long rainfall. The mountain town started to have a strange presence as a wave of depression rolled in. Every other week there was a suicide in the town and everyone was on edge. There was a sickness sweeping through the small town and the ceaseless rain was to blame.


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[Marta Dassù] MARTA DASSÙ (born 8 March 1955) is an Italian politician who served as Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs in the government of Mario Monti from 2011 to 2014.[1][2][3][4][5][6] She serves as Senior Director of European Affairs at the Aspen Institute and Editor-in-Chief of Aspen Institute Italia's journal, Aspenia. She is a regular contributor to the Italian newspaper _La Stampa_.

In 2020, Dassù was appointed by NATO Secretary General Jens Stoltenberg to join a group of experts to support his work in a reflection process to further strengthen NATO's political dimension.[7]

Other activities

Corporate boards

-   Finmeccanica, Member of the Board of Directors
-   Trevi Finanziaria, Non-executive and Independent Member of the Board of Directors[8]

Non-profit organizations

-   European Council on Foreign Relations (ECFR), Member of the Board (since 2019)[9]
-   The Center for American Studies in Rome, Vice President
-   European Institute of Peace (EIP), Member of the Advisory Council[10]
-   European Policy Centre (EPC), Member of the Strategic Council[11]
-   Fondazione Eni Enrico Mattei, Member of the Board
-   International Institute for Strategic Studies (IISS), Member of the Board
-   Istituto Affari Internazionali (IAI), Member Board of Directors
-   LUISS School of Government, Member of the Scientific Committee
-   Trilateral Commission, Member of the European Group[12]

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[10] Advisory Council European Institute of Peace (EIP).

[11] Strategic Council European Policy Centre (EPC).

[12] Membership Trilateral Commission.

title: Marta Dassù

question: Where is Marta Dassu from?

answer: Italy.

question: Which role did she have in Mario Monti's government from 2011 to 2014?

answer: She was Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs.

question: What is her role in NATO?

answer: In 2020, she was appointed to join a group of experts meant to lead a reflection process to further strengthen NATO's political dimension.

question: How many non-profit organizations is she involved in?

answer: Nine.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The text is about Marta Dassu, an Italian politician.


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JOHN H. MALONEY, OPEI (February 6, 1918 – May 10, 2001) was a Canadian politician and physician. He represented 6th Queens in the Legislative Assembly of Prince Edward Island from 1970 to 1979 as a Liberal.[1]

Maloney was born in 1918 in Barachois, Quebec.[2] He married Marguerite Jobe in 1945.[3] Maloney was educated at St. Francis Xavier University, and received a medical degree from McGill University in 1942.[4] From 1943 to 1946, he served overseas in the Royal Canadian Army Medical Corps.[5]

Maloney entered provincial politics in the 1970 election, when he was elected councillor for the electoral district of 6th Queens.[6] On June 25, 1970, Maloney was appointed to the Executive Council of Prince Edward Island as Minister of Health and Welfare.[7] In November 1971, he was given an additional role in cabinet as Minister of Industry and Commerce.[8] In October 1972, he was shuffled from the health portfolio to Minister of Development.[9] He was re-elected in 1974,[10] and was retained as Minister of Development in a post election cabinet shuffle.[11] Maloney was re-elected in the 1978 election, defeating Progressive Conservative Jim Larkin.[12] Following the election, he continued to serve as Minister of Development, but was also given the job as Minister of Education.[13] Maloney did not re-offer in the 1979 election.[14]

Maloney died in Charlottetown on May 10, 2001.[15] In June 2001, he was posthumously named to the Order of Prince Edward Island.[16]

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title: John H. Maloney

question: List the life span of John H. Maloney.

answer: February 6, 1918 - May 10, 2001.

question: Who is Marguerite Jobe to John H. Maloney?

answer: She is his wife.

question: List 3 political roles filled by John H. Maloney.

answer: Councilor for the electoral district of 6th Queens, Minister of Industry and Commerce, and Minister of Development.

question: In what country is Prince Edward Island?

answer: The text doesn't explicitly say but context strongly implies it is in Canada.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This text overviews the life and career of John H. Maloney, a Canadian politician and physician. Maloney served in various political roles all throughout the 1970s was posthumously named to the Order of Prince Edward Island.


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His face was calm, eyes were fixed, a slight smile could be seen on one side of his face. He picked up his lighter and let the flames dance before slowly inhaling the first drag and with no urgency reclosed it as the smoke slowly rolled out of his nostrils.
As he leaned against a wall the voice finally asked, "What am I here for?"
He looked at him with that slight smile and shrugged his shoulders.

"Not my job to ask questions. I'm merely just the means to an end, the one who closes the book after he has written the ending to the final chapter. Metaphorically speaking of course." he calmly replied then exhaling slightly harder as if self indulging in his own joke.

The man visibly frightened at this point starts rambling to himself saying things along the lines of "this has to be a joke, this can't be happening, this is just a dream. I'll wake up. I'll wake up any second now, yeah. That's whats going to happen."

The man slowly approaches, pulls up a chair and sits down in front of the man tied up. Looking him directly in the eyes with a now more serious look he asks the man "Even though I'm not in the business of asking questions how does a seemingly positive figure in our little end of the world end up crossing the people that you did?"

He nervously starts explaining, tears and mucus running down his face.

The man with the cigarette has lost focus immediately looking down at his hands, the one with the cigarette and the one with the gun all he thinks is *I've heard this same fucking story too many times. They never lead anywhere, it's never THEIR fault*
The gun goes off. It goes silent for a couple seconds and then a couple more in rapid succession as if taking out his own personal aggression on the man he's never met until about four minutes prior.

"Easy money" he thinks to himself. "Easy money." As he stamps out his cigarette and exhales the last drag.

title: Easy money.

question: Is the tied up man already dead?

answer: No, he is still alive.

question: Is the tied up man going to die?

answer: Yes, his interrogator shoots him.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: A man with a cigarette interrogates a man who is tied up, who insists he is innocent. Eventually the man with the cigarette gets tired of hearing excuses and decides to shoot the tied up man. As he dies the cigarette man reflects on how it is easy money.