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NEW ORLEANS, LA. (WGNO) — The NOPD has arrested a man who pulled a gun on a woman who refused to give him her name.

The incident occurred on September 27 in the 7100 block of Crowder Boulevard.

30-year-old Kenyatta Dearmas approached the two women and attempted to start a conversation, according to the NOPD.

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The NOPD has arrested a man who pulled a gun on a woman who refused to give him her name.
When one of the women refused to talk to Dearmas and wouldn’t give him her name, he began yelling at her.

Dearmas pulled out a handgun, activated the gun’s laser light, and began waving it at the woman before leaving, according to the NOPD.

Officers arrested and booked Dearmas with aggravated assault with a firearm and illegal carrying of a weapon.

question: Why was the man arrested?

answer: He pulled a gun on someone, which is assault.

question: What crimes is the man charged with?

answer: Assault with a firearm and illegal carrying.

question: Where and when did the incident occur?

answer: On September 27, 2017, in the 7100 block of Crowder Boulevard.

question: What did the police say?

answer: The man pulled out a handgun, activated the gun’s laser light, and began waving it at the woman before leaving.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The NOPD arrested a man who approached two women to ask their names and pulled a gun when one of them refused. The man, Kenyatta Dearmas, was charged with illegal carrying and assault with a firearm. He yelled and left without hurting anyone, said the police.


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VISITATION-MAKUMBI HIGH SCHOOL, situated 30 km from Harare, Zimbabwe, was founded by the Dominican Order of Sisters in the early 1960s and is currently a diocesan school[1] administered by the Society of Jesus as a part of Makumbi Mission.

History

Founded in the early 1960s by Dominican sisters, the school began as a secondary school for girls. In 1973 a technical school was introduced at the Makumbi Mission to teach boys building and carpentry skills. In 1980, at independence, these two schools merged to form Makumbi Secondary School for boys and girls. Then in 1988, GCE Advanced Level was introduced to form the current Visitation-Makumbi High School.

The school is currently called Visitation-Makumbi High School and is a Jesuit-run high school, a part of their Makumbi Mission. It enrolls around 846 students, 600 of whom are boarders while the others are day-students from the surrounding area.

Academic performance

In 2014, Visition-Makumbi High School was ranked number 85 out of Zimbabwe's top 100 GCE Ordinary Level schools with a pass average of 58.76%.[2]

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[2] {{ cite news|url=https://www.dailynews.co.zw/articles/2014/02/13/o-level-top-100-schools?pg=5%7Ctitle='O'Level top 100 schools|accessdate=22 October 2018 |work=dailynews}}

title: Visitation-Makumbi High School

question: How did the Visitation-Makumbi High School come to be?

answer: It began as a school for girls in the 1960s, but it merged with a technical school for boys in 1980. It became the current Visitation-Makumbi High School in 1988 when GCE Advanced Level was introduced to the school.

question: Who is running the Visitation-Makumbi High School?

answer: The Jesuits.

question: Where is the Visitation-Makumbi High School located?

answer: It is located 30 km from Harare, Zimbabwe.

question: Summarize the school's academic performance in 2014.

answer: It was ranked number 85 out of Zimbabwe's top 100 GCE Ordinary Level schools in 2014 and has a passing average of 58.76%.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The Visitation-Makumbi High School, currently run by the Jesuits, is located 30 km from Harare, Zimbabwe. It was founded in the 1960s by the Dominican Order of Sisters and used to be an all-girls school.


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Tunnel
By: Jacob W. Brown

This tunnel, it seems to never end. The journey has seemed to us to be an eternity. No matter the amount of strides taken, the end is believed to not grow any closer. This tunnel, as the wise ones say, have evils living within it. These evils can be random, harsh and are always present, even if hidden in the darkness around the light being shown from our hands. The evils like to hide; they feed off of it. When hidden, they only build up. They have no structured form; rather, they take multiple forms. It is believed that each individual on this journey perceives the evils differently through their own distinct mind. All of our minds take in these evils in a different manner apart from the one next to us. In the words of the optimists, there are goods that remain in the tunnel as well. The ones who gracefully believe that they are there can only see these goods. These goods are said to be stronger than the evils; the evils cower away when the goods are present. With every good, the light that seems so distant only gets that much closer. Like the evils, the goods take the most different of forms for each of us. Consequently, it depends on how the one views the outside. Sometimes, if the goods are not present, the evils become fully present. The fear among us gives the evils the utmost strength they need. We are told to never fear, but the fear is hard to shove away at times. These evils, they can be at their strongest when us all are at our weakest mentally. When the weakness shows, the goods fade away. When the goods fade away, the end grows distance. When the end grows distance, the light grows dimmer. When the light grows dimmer, the darkness takes over. When the darkness takes over, we all become lost and the destination is pushed out of sight.
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title: Tunnel: A microfiction

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: The tunnel is like a long journey without an imminent end. In every tunnel, there are good and evil, which takes different forms in the individual mind. While the optimists tend to see more good than evil, which takes various shapes in their minds, the weak and afraid tend to visualise evil more than the good. Ultimately, their fears cloud their vision and allow the darkness to consume them.


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BENJAMIN F. LEE (September 18, 1841 - March 12, 1926) was a religious leader and educator in the United States. He was the president of Wilberforce University from 1876 to 1884. He was editor of the _Christian Recorder_ from 1884 to 1892. He was then elected a bishop in the African Methodist Episcopal (AME) church, serving from 1892 until his resignation in 1921, becoming senior bishop in the church in 1915.

Early life

Benjamin F. Lee was born September 18, 1841 to Abel and Sarah Lee in Bridgeton, New Jersey.[1] Among Lee's relatives was Theophilus G. Steward a cousin who would also be an AME church leader.[2] Abel died when Benjamin was about ten and he was raised by a relative, and his mother died April 1, 1852. As a youth he was employed on farms, attending schools in the winter. In November 1864 he enrolled in night classes at Wilberforce University, and he became a full student in 1865, graduating with an A. B. in 1872. He was noted for paying for school by manual labor work and teaching. He also received support from Hannah McDonald, a sister-in-law to Bishop Daniel Payne, who was the university's president. Lee also had a religious calling, joining the African Methodist Episcopal church in 1862, licensed to preach in 1868, ordained deacon in 1870 and elder in 1872. In 1868 he was appointed pastor to the Salem Circuit between Salem, Ohio, and Bridgewater, Pennsylvania, and over the next few years he worked as a missionary in parts of Kentucky and Ohio. In 1872 he took a position as pastor of a church in Frankfort, Kentucky.[3]

Family

In 1873 he married Mary E. Ashe of Mobile, Alabama. Mary also graduated from Wilberforce and was a poet and a writer and contributed writings to the _A. M. E. Review_.[4] Their children include noted writer Effie Lee Newsome, Sarah Lee, Frances “Addie” Lee, Benjamin F. Lee Jr, and Consuelo Lee. Sarah and Addie also became teachers at Wilberforce.[5]

Wilberforce

In 1873 he returned to Ohio where he was appointed chair of pastoral theology, homiletics, and ecclesiastical history at Wilberforce after the resignation of T. H. Jackson. In 1875, he moved to become pastor of the AME church in Toledo, Ohio. He returned to Wilberforce in 1876, taking the position of University president upon the resignation of Bishop Payne. He held the position for eight years, and in 1884 he resigned to take the position of editor of the AME Church's official paper, the _Christian Recorder_.[6] Lee was replaced at Wilberforce by Samuel T. Mitchell, after the first choice, John G. Mitchell refused.[7] In this, he replaced Benjamin Tucker Tanner, who went on to edit the then new _A. M. E. Review_.[8]

AME leadership

[Lee in 1887.] Lee was a prominent member of the AME church. He was a member of the AME general conference in 1876 and 1880 and a delegate elect to its session in 1884 in Baltimore. In 1880 he was elected by the AME general conference as a delegate to the Ecumenical Council of Methodists.[9] In 1880, Lee was a candidate for the position of AME bishop. His candidacy was criticized by John Wesley Cromwell as Cromwell felt Lee's candidacy was based on Lee's position and popularity and not on his merit.[10] In 1890, Booker T. Washington criticized the black church, stating that too many black preachers were unqualified, estimating that two-thirds of Baptist and Methodist clergy were mentally and morally unfit. Payne gave Washington his support, but many others opposed Washington, led by Lee and Theophilus G. Steward.[11] Lee was again a delegate to the general conference in 1888 and 1892.[12]

In 1892, Bishops Richard Randolph Disney and Jabez Pitt Campbell died and Lee, Moses B. Salter, and James A. Handy were elected to the position. H. T. Johnson replaced Lee as editor of the _Recorder_.[13] He was ordained bishop in Philadelphia by Payne, Wesley John Gaines, and Abraham Grant, and was appointed to the tenth Episcopal district, which included parts of Texas, Louisiana, California, Washington, Oregon, Nevada, and Western Canada. At the general conference in 1896 he was transferred to the third Episcopal District including parts of Ohio and Pennsylvania. This brought him back to Ohio.[14] He would later be transferred to the twelfth, seventh, second, fourth, and ninth district. When Bishop Benjamin W. Arnett died in 1906, he was elected secretary of the AME Bishops' Council. When Bishop Turner died in 1915, Lee became the senior bishop of the AME church.[15]

He also served as president of the Wilberforce University board of trustees, president of Payne's Theological Seminary, president of the Corresponding School of Theology of the Church, and president of the AME church board of education.[16]

[Lee in 1921.] Lee retired from active work in the church in about 1921.[17]

Positions and influence

Lee advocated black southerners to remain in the south rather than take part in the Great Migration wherein blacks moved from the rural south to the urban North. Lee has been criticised for that position, with historian Milton Sernett stating that Lee's position as AME Church bishop gave him a conflict of interest since declining populations of blacks in the South would weaken the church there.[18]

In 1908, Lee ordained future AME bishop, John Henry Clayborn, elder in Camden, Arkansas.[19]

He wrote numerous articles, books, and pamphlets, including “Wesley, the Worker” and “Causes of Success of Methodism”.[20]

Death and legacy

Lee died at his home in Wilberforce, Ohio, on March 12, 1926.[21] He was buried March 9 in Wilberforce.[22]

The B. F. Lee Theological Seminary and B. F. Lee Theological Seminary Building at Edward Waters College was built from 1925 to 1927 to house the schools Theological Department.[23] The building was designed by Seminary graduate George Edward Curry, who would later himself be an AME bishop.[24]

[1] Simmons, William J., and Henry McNeal Turner. _Men of Mark: Eminent, Progressive and Rising_. GM Rewell & Company, 1887. p922-927

[2] Seraile, 1998, p123

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[5] Smith, Katharine Capshaw. _Children's literature of the Harlem Renaissance_. Indiana University Press, 2006. p283

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[7] Scarborough, William Sanders, and Michele V. Ronnick. _The autobiography of William Sanders Scarborough: an American journey from slavery to scholarship_. Wayne State University Press, 2005. p84-85

[8] Seraile, 1998, p97

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[10] Seraile, 1998, p74

[11] Seraile, 1998, p138

[12] Robinson, George F. _History of Greene County, Ohio_. S J Clarke Publishing Company (Chicago) 1902, p568-571

[13] Seraile, 1998, p131

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[15] Wright, R. R., & Hawkins, J. R. (1916). _Centennial Encyclopaedia of the African Methodist Episcopal Church: Containing Principally the Biographies of the Men and Women, Both Ministers and Laymen, Whose Labors. Helped Make the AME Church what it is: Also Short Historical Sketches_. p149

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[17] “Senior Bishop of AME Church Buried in Ohio”, _The New York Age_ (New York, New York) March 27, 1926, page 2, accessed December 20, 2016

[18] Sernett, Milton C. _Bound for the promised land: African American religion and the great migration_. Duke University Press, 1997. p68, 103

[19] Murphy, Larry G., J. Gordon Melton, and Gary L. Ward. _Encyclopedia of African American Religions_. Vol. 721. Routledge, 2013. p179

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[21] “Noted Colored Pastor Dies at Wilberforce”, _Wilmington News-Journal_ (Wilmington, Ohio) March 13, 1926, page 1, accessed December 29, 2016

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[23] McCarthy, Kevin M. _African American Sites in Florida_. Pineapple Press Inc, 2007. p49

[24] Murphy, Larry G., J. Gordon Melton, and Gary L. Ward. _Encyclopedia of African American Religions_. Vol. 721. Routledge, 2013. p220

title: Benjamin F. Lee

question: What was Benjamin F. Lee's profession?

answer: He was a religious leader and educator.

question: How did Lee sponsor himself through school?

answer: He did manual labour and taught while in school. He also received support from Hannah McDonald, a sister-in-law.

question: What kind of work did Lee's wife, Mary, did?

answer: Mary was a poet and writer.

question: What was Lee's position on the Great Migration?

answer: Lee advocated for black southerners to remain in the south instead of moving to the urban North.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer:
Benjamin F. Lee was a religious leeader and educator. He was born in September 1841 and was raised by relatives after the death of his mother.

Lee partially sponsored himself through school by manual labor and teaching. He later married Mary E. Ashe of Alabama who was a poet and writer.

Lee's position on the Great Migration was that black southerners must remain in the South instead of moving to the urban North.


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ROCK CREEK is a southwest flowing stream in Madison and St. Francois counties in the U.S. state of Missouri.[1] It is a tributary of the Little Saint Francis River.

The stream headwaters arise in southeast St. Francois County at and the confluence with the Little Saint Francis is in northern Madison County at at an elevation of .[2]

The stream is impounded as Deer Run Lake on the border between St. Francois and Madison counties just upstream from its confluence and about two miles north of Mine La Motte.[3]

Rock Creek was so named on account of large rocks on its course.[4]

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title: Rock Creek (Little St. Francis River tributary)

question: Where did Rock Creek get its name?

answer: It was named Rock Creek because of the large rocks in the course of the river.

question: What is the source of Rock Creek?

answer: Its headwaters flow from southeast St. Francois County.

question: Is Rock Creek deep enough to canoe or kayak on?

answer: The text doesn't say.

question: How long is Rock Creek in miles?

answer: The text doesn't say.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This text provides information on Rock Creek in Missouri. Rock Creek is a tributary of the Little Saint Francis River.


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This is the discography of American electronic dance music producer and DJ Jauz.

Studio albums

+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| Title                 | Details               | Peak chart positions  |
+=======================+=======================+=======================+
| BEL                   |
| [1]                   |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| _The Wise and the     | -   Released: August  | 183                   |
| Wicked_[2]            |     31, 2018          |                       |
|                       | -   Label: Bite This! |                       |
|                       | -   Formats: Digital  |                       |
|                       |     download          |                       |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+

Compilation albums

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  Title                           Details
  ------------------------------- ---------------------------------
  _Off the Deep End, Vol. 1_[3]   -   Released: November 10, 2017
                                  -   Label: Bite This!
                                  -   Formats: Digital download
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Extended plays

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  Title                   Details
  ----------------------- --------------------------------
  _Dangerous Waters_[4]   -   Released: January 17, 2020
                          -   Label: Bite This!
                          -   Formats: Digital download
  --------------------------------------------------------

Charted singles

+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+
| Title           | Year            | Peak chart      | Album           |
|                 |                 | positions       |                 |
+=================+=================+=================+=================+
| BEL             |
| [5]             |
+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+
| “Higher”        | 2016            | 19              | _3_             |
| (with Netsky)   |                 |                 |                 |
+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+-----------------+

Singles

+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| Title                 | Year                  | Album                 |
+=======================+=======================+=======================+
| “Proppa Demands”      | 2014                  | rowspan=“7”           |
| (with At Dawn We      |                       |                       |
| Rage)                 |                       |                       |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Pure Evil”           |
| (with Sullivan King)  |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Feel the Volume”     |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Rock the Party”      | 2015                  |
| (with Ephwurd)        |                       |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Get on Up”           |
| (with Pegboard Nerds) |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Squad Out!”          |
| (with Skrillex        |
| featuring Fatman      |
| Scoop)                |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Deeper Love”         |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| Higher                | 2016                  | _3_                   |
| (with Netsky)         |                       |                       |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Get Down”            | rowspan=“7”           |
| (with Eptic)          |                       |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Goodiez”             |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Shark Attack”        |
| (with Megalodon)      |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Magic”               |
| (with Marshmello)     |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Infected”            |
| (with Tiësto)         |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Ok!”                 |
| (with San Holo)       |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Feel the Volume”     |
| (JOYRYDE 'Stick It in |
| Reverse' Mix)         |
| (with JOYRYDE)        |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Claim to Be”         | 2017                  | _Off the Deep End,    |
|                       |                       | Vol. 1_               |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “The Game”            |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “I Hold Still”        |
| (with Crankdat)       |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Alpha”               |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Meant To Love You”   | rowspan=“3”           |
| (featuring ROUXN)     |                       |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Lights Go Down”      |
| (with Zeds Dead)      |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Dinner Chat”         | 2018                  |
| (with Yookie and Josh |                       |
| Pan)                  |                       |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “In The Zone”         | _The Wise and the     |
| (featuring Example)   | Wicked_               |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Gassed Up”[6]        |
| (with DJ Snake)       |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Motherfuckers”[7]    |
| (featuring Snails)    |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Keep the Rave        |
| Alive”[8]             |
| (with Lazer Lazer     |
| Lazer)                |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Diamonds”[9]         |
| (with Kiiara)         |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Super Fly”[10]       |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Dance Floor”[11]     | 2019                  | rowspan=“8”           |
| (with Sumr Camp)      |                       |                       |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “I Dare You”[12]      |
| (with Axel Boy)       |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Don't Leave Me”[13]  |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Truth”[14]           |
| (with I_o)            |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Thunder”[15]         |
| (with Dnmo)           |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Shake”[16]           |
| (with Zeds Dead)      |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Movin”[17]           |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Get to Me”[18]       |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Erase You”[19]       | _Dreamstate EP_       |
| (with Nato Feelz)     |                       |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Super Hott”[20]      | _Dubloadz Presents:   |
| (with Dubloadz)       | Houseloadz Vol. 1_    |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Bring Em Back”[21]   | 2020                  | _Dangerous Waters_    |
| (with Tynan)          |                       |                       |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “Wildlife”[22]        |                       |
| (with Karra)          |                       |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+
| “No Doubt”[23]        | _Bangers[6].Zip_      |
| (with Griz)           |                       |
+-----------------------+-----------------------+-----------------------+

Remixes

  Title                                             Year                                    Original artists
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  “Jack” (Jauz Remix)                               2013                                    Breach
  “Ratchet” (Jauz Remix)                            2014                                    Zeds Dead
  “All Deez” (Jauz Remix)                           Buku
  “Duality” (Jauz and Sullivan King Remix)          Slipknot
  “Sing” (Jauz Remix)                               Ed Sheeran
  “The Munsta” (Jauz Remix)                         Scndl
  “3005” (Jauz Future Remix)                        Childish Gambino
  “When I Hear Music” (Jauz RetroFuture Remix)      Debbie Deb
  “Sugar” (Jauz Remix)                              Five Knives
  “Coco” (Jauz Remix)                               O.T. Genasis
  “Jaws Theme” (Jauz Remix)[24]                     John Williams
  “Tip Toe Wing In My Jawwdinz” (Jauz Remix)        2015                                    Riff Raff
  “Some Chords” (Jauz Remix)                        deadmau5 and Dillon Francis
  “Jahova” (Jauz Remix)                             Rusko
  “Summer Air” (Jauz Remix)                         Lema & Shafer featuring Roxanne Emery
  “After Life” (Jauz Remix)                         Tchami featuring Stacy Barthe
  “Lean On” (Dillon Francis and Jauz Remix)         Major Lazer and DJ Snake featuring MØ
  “Need U (100%)” (Jauz and Marshmello Remix)       Duke Dumont
  “Gotta Get Thru This” (Jauz RetroFuture Remix)    2016                                    Daniel Bedingfield
  “Final Song” (Jauz and Diplo Remix)[25][26][27]   MØ
  “Welcome to Planet Urf” (Jauz Remix)              League of Legends
  “Propaganda” (Jauz Remix)                         DJ Snake
  “Closer” (Jauz Remix)                             The Chainsmokers featuring Halsey
  “Sleepyhead” (Jauz Remix)                         Passion Pit
  “Language” (Jauz Remix)                           Porter Robinson
  “One Kiss” (Jauz Remix)[28]                       2018                                    Calvin Harris and Dua Lipa
  “Happier” (Jauz Remix)[29]                        Marshmello and Bastille
  “Baby Shark” (Jauz Remix)[30]                     2019                                    Pinkfong
  “Trampoline” (Jauz Remix)[31]                     Shaed

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title: Jauz discography

question: Who is Jauz?

answer: An American electronic dance producer and DJ.

question: How many studio albums has Jauz released?

answer: One (The Wise and the Wicked)

question: What was Jauz's first single?

answer: Proppa Demands

question: What year was "Keep the Rave Alive" released?

answer: 2018 (although unclear due to formatting)

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: The discography of Jauz, an American electronic dance producer and DJ.


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Her feet burn as she walks down the pavement. Her hands rest upon her very pregnant stomach and her shirt that was stained from dirt and sweat. Sarah runs her toes through the puddle of blood that had collected by a sewer run off to soothe her sore feet. She lowers her head and watches her feet as she passes the little boy that is screaming under the stop sign, his body is covered in scabs and blisters.

Amongst the screaming of the demons that soar like vultures in the ashy sky, which would occasionally mutilate a person with its claws or tackle them and rip their flesh with their rows of tiny pointed teeth, she stares at Bryson’s house across the street.

Gene and Tommy are sitting in a dying maple tree on a September afternoon. Hey, Tommy. Look at that girl down there,” Gene says as he nudges Tommy in the ribs.

Tommy is busy staring at the green circles of fungi on the rotting park bench below them. “Huh,” he responds. “What do you think she’s doing,” Tommy asks after realizing he heard the question.

“I don’t know. She’s been staring at that house for two days now.

Heh. I still can’t believe that sky, sure is something,” Gene says. “Like the way the red sun clashes with the grey sky and how the orange horizon looks like it’s dripping down the sky.”

The two watch her standing in the street, her reflection looking just as scared as her in the broken windows of an abandoned building.  A few leaves fall from the maple tree only adding to the chaos.

“Not many of them around anymore are there Gene,” Tommy asks.

Gene shakes his head. “No, not really.  The rays from the conceding sun beam down on Gene and Tommy’s glistening black backs.

When the world was supposed the end in December, it didn’t really. But it was the end of how things used to be and the beginning of something new. On the twenty-first, some were saved-those who believed and those who were forgiven. Some were asked to stay behind- angels to act as warriors against the demons. Bryson was chosen because of his strength and his heart. No one knew why children were left behind, or husbands and wives who attended church every Sunday.

Months of uncertainly passed until March when the asteroids hit, damaging all the power lines and many homes. And this month, September, was when the demons appeared. But those who were left were not in total gloom, for they were given a second chance. To prove themselves through their struggles and conquer the evil that had overtaken their lives. The angels that stayed and fought represented hope for mankind, that God had not totally given up faith in man and that in their struggles and they could find rebirth and washed pure in the blood and tears of Christ.

Sarah finally moves and makes her way further down the road. She walks past a yellow house, it’s siding smeared in charcoal covered ashes and notices through the big glass window a woman can be seen in the kitchen making dinner. Her husband and three children sit around the dinner table. The littlest girl with her hair in a pony tail grabs her fathers hand and with the other hand waves to her mother to come to the table. They bow their heads and pray. She continues walking.

“She’s getting awfully close. I think she’s finally going to go inside,” Gene says excitedly cocking his head to the side to better watch her with his round black eye.

She walks up the steps of the house of interest, taking a deep breath causing her chest to rise and she knocks on the door. It creaks as it slowly swings open. She looks inside, his brown hair can be seen off the side of the couch as he lays motionless. She slowly walks inside, turning to face him. She looks at his face, his solid black eyes lifeless and his massive wings rested peacefully on his back. She screams and turns away running down the steps, leaving the door open just as it was.

“Did you hear that,” Tommy asks.

Sarah runs down the street, tears streaming down her face. She trips on the stairs of the deck of her house and falls and she lays there sobbing. She rolls over to her side, clutching where her unborn child rests inside of her.

 Gene and Tommy watch two old men in rocking chairs crack open beers, rifles sitting in their laps. Intrigued by the cackling of their voices they listen as the men relay stories about how they weren’t going to let anyone take them until they were damn well ready. One of the men raises his gun and shoots and a hovering demon, bringing Gene and Tommy’s attention back into focus.

“Hey, where’d that girl go,” Gene asks.

From inside her house, clamor can be heard as she rummages through drawers and closets, emptying their contents on the dusty floor. A gunshot echoes through the trees and the startled blackbirds fly away.

title: Walking without Wings

question: What are angels supposed to do?

answer: To fight demons.

question: Why were children saved?

answer: It is not stated but it might be that God thinks they are not sinful.

question: Why were people who go to church saved?

answer: Probably because they believe in God.

question: How does Sarah feel?

answer: She is scared and tired.


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RABAH BELAMRI (11 October 1946 – 28 September 1995) was an Algerian writer.

Biography

Rabah Belamri lost his sight in 1962. After studying at Sétif High School, at the École des jeunes aveugles in Algiers, at the École normale d'instituteurs of Bouzareah and at the University of Algiers, he arrived in 1972 in Paris where he supported a doctorate entitled _L'œuvre de Louis Bertrand, Miroir de l'idéologie coloniale_ which was published by the in 1980.

He obtained French nationality.

He is the author of several collections of poems, tales and novels inspired by his Algerian childhood. He was touched by the work of Jean Sénac to whom he devoted an essay and who he considered a guide.

He died on September 28 in 1995 in Paris following a surgery, leaving his work unfinished.

Citation

Judgements

Bibliography

Works

-   1980: _L'œuvre de Louis Bertrand, miroir de l'idéologie colonialiste_, Office des Publications Universitaires, Algiers
-   1982: _Les Graines de la douleur_, Algerian folk tales, Publisud, Paris, 110 p. .
-   1982: _La Rose rouge_, Algerian folk tales, Publisud
-   1982: _Le Soleil sous le tamis_, autobiographical childhood story, preface by , Publisud, 316 p. .
-   1983: _Chemin de brûlure_, poems, drawings by , , Paris
-   1986: _L'Oiseau du grenadier_, Algerian tales, proverbs and childhood memories, Castor poche, Flammarion, Paris
-   1985: _Le Galet et l'hirondelle_, poems, L'Harmattan, Paris, 108 p. .
-   1986: _Proverbes et dictons algériens_, L'Harmattan
-   1987: _Regard blessé_, autobiographical novel, éditions Gallimard, Paris, Prix France Culture
-   1989: _Jean Sénac: entre désir et douleur_, essay, Office des Publications Universitaires
-   1989: _L'Olivier boit son ombre_, poems, cover and illustrations by Petar Omčikus, etching by , Edisud, Aix-en-Provence, 104 p. .
-   1989: _L'Asile de pierre_, novel, Gallimard, 152 p.
-   1991: _L'Âne de Djeha_, L'Harmattan
-   1992: _Femmes sans visage_, novel, Gallimard, (Prix Kateb Yacine), 141 p.
-   1993: _Pierres d'équilibre_, poems, Le Dé bleu
-   1994: _Mémoire en archipel_, collection of tales, Gallimard, 133 p.
-   1996: _Chronique du temps de l'innocence_, Gallimard
-   1998: _Corps seul_, poems, Gallimard, 70 p.

Anthologies

-   _Les Mots migrateurs, Une anthologie poétique algérienne, présentée par Tahar Djaout_, Office des Publications Universitaires, Alger, 1984.
-   _Anthologie de la littérature algérienne (1950-1987)_, Introduction, choices, notices and comments by Charles Bonn, Le Livre de Poche, Paris, 1990
-   _Des Chèvres noires dans un champ de neige ? 30 poètes et 4 peintres algériens_, Bacchanales n°32, Saint-Martin-d'Hères, Maison de la poésie Rhône-Alpes - Paris, Marsa éditions, 2003 ; _Des chèvres noires dans un champ de neige ? (Anthologie de la poésie algérienne contemporaine)_, édition enrichie, _Bacchanales_, n° 52, Saint-Martin-d'Hères, Maison de la poésie Rhône-Alpes, 2014
-   Ali El Hadj Tahar, _Encyclopédie de la poésie algérienne de langue française, 1930-2008_ (in two volumes), Algiers, Éditions Dalimen, 2009, 956 pages.
-   , _Quand la nuit se brise_ (Poésie algérienne francophone contemporaine), éditions du Seuil, Paris, 2012.

-   _Une anthologie des poésies arabes_, images by Rachid Koraïchi, (poems chosen by Farouk Mardam-Bey et Waciny Laredj, calligraphies d'Abdallah Akkar et Ghani Alani), Paris, Éditions Thierry Magnier, 2014 [poème: _Les fenêtres sont vides..._]

On Rabah Belamri

-   Christiane Chaulet Achour, « Belamri, Rabah », with the collaboration of Corinne Blanchaud (dir.), _Dictionnaire des écrivains francophones classiques : Afrique subsaharienne, Caraïbe, Maghreb, Machrek, Océan Indien_, H. Champion, Paris, 2010,
-   Jean Déjeux, _Dictionnaire des auteurs maghrébins de langue française_, Paris, Editions Karthala, 1984 .

title: Rabah Belamri

question: When did Rabah Belamri lose his sight?

answer: 1962.

question: What nationality was Rabah Belamri?

answer: Algerian.

question: What did Rabah Belamri do?

answer: He was a writer.

question: What language did Rabah Belamri write in?

answer: French.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The article is a biography of an Algerian writer Rabah Belamri. It also lists a bibliography.


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###Parenting
A small but courageous child enters a restroom and hears the distinct sound of expletives and running water.  Two men are standing there.  One, older at age twenty-six, washes his hands, and mutters constantly about the "fucking fucks out to kill him."  The other, physically aged around 50, uses the urinal placed conveniently in front of him to block out all knowledge that there is a man beside him washing away either his sins or his sanity.  Given the entrance of the child, one would hope that the muttering man might halt his fearful utterances to protect the ears of the unworthy and unprepared, but he continues his rant.  One might also pray that the suddenly cautious and unsocial child might back away from this conversation of insanity.  He does not, and moves quickly past them into the bathroom stall.  This is much to the dismay of both the fifty year old man and the urinal.

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The boy hums the tune to his favorite television series as he allows the urine to escape the dark depths of his body and bathe within the thin fluorescent lighting of the bathroom.  Barely realizing that it is free at last, the urine ends its journey in the rusted and moist pipes of the plumbing.

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The fifty year old man, no longer able to feign his usage of the urinal without looking like a coward in the presence of a child, takes a deep breath and asks why the crazed man is washing his hands so much.  Silence.  The sudden quiet brings fear into the fifty year old man, and he almost forgets to fear for the child situated nearby.  The urinal begins to beckon to the physically aged gentleman again, but he resists the comfort its gleaming, porcelain surface offers.  He begins to ask again, but only a breath of air escapes as the cleanly shaven head of the twenty-six year old man turns toward him and becomes furrowed.  His dark blue eyes pierce into the fifty year old man’s mind.  The silence deafens the occupants of the restroom.  The tune of the child has stopped.  The only remaining sound is that of the delusional man's sink.  A family of cockroaches recently made their home in the drainpipes of that sink.  Supposedly able to withstand the power of a nuclear bomb, they now silently drown in the liquid that gave them life.

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A toilet flushes in the child's stall, ending what could have been an eternity of silence.  The child exits his realm of safety, washes his hands in the twenty-six year old man's sink, and says goodbye to the two men of the bathroom.  He concludes his restroom adventure by leaving through the same cruel door that allowed the three bathroom occupants entrance.

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The two men glance at each other.  The mentally mature man had considered pulling out a small pocket knife and unjustifiably killing the fifty-year old man, but the sight of the child disrupted these thoughts.  Reminded of his childhood, the mature man weeps.

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Meanwhile, the child arrives safely back into the hands of his parents within the Applebee's.  A sweet and smiling waiter asks him what he would like to order.  The child shyly refuses to answer, but after some encouragement from his parents, one word escapes his lips: fuck.

title: Parenting - 550 Words - I am very new at this whole writing thing, so believe it when I order you to criticize to your heart's content. (Warning: Some Language)

question: Who are the main characters of the story?

answer: The boy, the 26-year-old man, and the 50-year-old man.

question: What is the boy's relationship with the two men and the men to each other?

answer: No direct relations, they just happened to be using the same restroom one day.

question: Where does the story take place?

answer: Applebee's restroom.

question: What were the two men doing in the restroom?

answer: The younger man was washing his hands and muttering to himself, while the older man was trying to urinate and block out the other man's rants.

question: Write a ~7 sentence summary.

answer: A young boy is at Applebee's with his parents and goes to the restroom, where two men are currently doing their own thing. The first is a 26-year-old man washing his hands while muttering to himself that someone is out to kill him, using the word "fuck" multiple times. The second man is around 50, using the urinal and trying to block out the younger man's profane rant. The boy heads to a stall, humming to himself while urinating. The two men almost come to blows when the older man tries to stop the younger man's tirade for the innocent boy's sake. The younger man almost stabs the older man with a knife but weeps when he sees the boy leave the stall because he remembers his childhood. The boy returns to his parents, and when a waiter asks him what he wants to order, the boy says "fuck."


text: "Dr. Ferguson, here's the autopsy report for that nut the cops had to taser, and you're not going to believe this."  Nurse Porter slide the chart across the counter.  In her 9 years at Boston General Hospital, Dr. Susan Ferguson had seen just about everything, and the guys in the morgue were losing their touch if they thought she'd believe this nonsense. "They're pulling a fast one on us, Josh." Dr. Ferguson said with a smirk as she slid the report back across the counter.  Nurse Porter leaned forward and said quietly, "No, I saw the thing they pulled out of his chest.  It was implanted just under the skin and had wires running into his heart. And that's not the only weird thing."  He walked around the counter and sat down next to Dr. Ferguson. "The EMTs gave me this bag full of his possessions, take a look at this stuff."  She took the bag from the nurse and pulled out a wallet.  When the patient was admitted, he was already dead, but the officers who'd accompanied the EMTs said the man was delusional.  The police report explained he was screaming at them to take him to a pentagon or something like that, and that he worked for the 'yew-ess-dee-oh-dee' whatever the hell that was.  If the man was delusional, he certainly went to a great lengths to reinforce his own fantasies.  Inside the wallet were three 'Federal Reserve Notes' that said 'The United States of America' with a picture of someone above the name 'Washington'.  There was also a very official looking driver's license, from the 'State' of Virginia 'USA'.  "Okay, now I'm a little weirder out." Dr. Ferguson confessed.  "Wasn't this Washington guy one of the leaders of that Tax Rebellion? It's been years since I took a history class."  Nurse Porter reached into the bag, pulled out another item, and handed it to Dr. Ferguson.  It was a rectangular piece of plastic with rounded corners. One side was flat and looked like black glass with a single small button.  She read what was written on the back aloud "I phone?" She flipped it in her hand and pressed the button on the glass side.  It lit up and a bar jumped across face of the device to where her thumb was resting on the glass.  It made a click sound.  The screen changed to a series of small pictures.  When she removed her thumb, the screen, incredibly, reacted to her touch.  "Maybe we should phone the Ministry of Defense?" She said. Her hand began to tremble.

title: The Patient

question: Explain how the story fits its genre.

answer: The story is an alternative history science fiction/fantasy, which is evident in its treatment of typical real-world things like the USA as unheard of, and the character's understanding that (what we know as) the American Revolutionary War was only a failed rebellion.

question: Why does the title place importance on "The Patient"?

answer: Because the discovery of the deceased patient and his unusual belongings presents the central mystery - and thus plot - of the story.

question: How is the reader supposed to feel about Dr. Ferguson?

answer: The reader is supposed to feel respect for Ferguson's position of authority, and trust that her knowledge of the world she lives in is reliable.

question: Why did the patient die from being shot with a taser?

answer: Tasers are supposed to incapacitate, not kill, but they are known to occasionally cause death in people with heart conditions, due to the strain of trauma on the heart and/or the electrical disruption of a pacemaker implanted in the chest. The latter is implied, as a pacemaker is described (though the characters do not recognize the technology) being removed from the patient's chest.

question: Why was the man tasered?

answer: He was thought to be delusional, described as a 'nut', and was likely acting agitated and/or aggressive for the police to try to incapacitate him.


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_TRICHOPHORUM CESPITOSUM_, commonly known as DEERGRASS[1] or TUFTED BULRUSH,[2] is a species of flowering plant in the sedge family. It was originally described by the Swedish naturalist Carl Linnaeus in 1753 as _Scirpus cespitosus_, but was transferred to the genus _Trichophorum_ by the Swedish botanist Carl Johan Hartman in 1849, becoming _Trichophorum cespitosum_.[3]

Description

_Trichophorum cespitosum_ is a densely tufted perennial sedge often growing gregariously. The wiry stems are round in cross section and slightly ridged, and grow up to long. The leaves are reduced to several pointed sheaths at the base of the stem. The blade of the uppermost sheath is longer than that of the few-flowered spike-rush (_Eleocharis quinqueflora_), an otherwise similar plant, which has a small squarish upper leaf blade. The brownish inflorescence is a very small, narrow terminal head, with the basal pointed, ribbed green glume the same length as the rest of the head. The fruit is an ovoid, three-sided nut in diameter.[4]

Distribution and habitat

_Trichophorum cespitosum_ has a circum-boreal montane distribution. In the British Isles it occurs in Scotland, Northwest England, Wales, Southwest England and most of Ireland, thinning out in Southeastern England. It grows in wet acidic soils and peats, in bogs, moorland and wet heaths, persisting even in burnt areas and where grazing pressure by deer is high. It grows from sea level to at least in Britain, above Caenlochan in Angus.[5] It is a common species, growing abundantly in suitable conditions.[6]

Ecology

Flatter mires in the Alps and other montane regions are often dominated by deergrass and cottongrass (_Eriophorum angustifolium_), forming a community that turns brown in winter. It only grows at the margins of active bogs, being dominated by sphagnum moss (_Sphagnum_ spp.) in the raised central areas, but becomes dominant itself when drainage is undertaken.[7] In wet heathland it may be associated with heather (_Calluna vulgaris_) and purple moor grass (_Molinia caerulea_), and provide grazing for deer, cattle and sheep.[8]

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title: Trichophorum cespitosum

question: What is Trichophorum cespitosum?

answer: Commonly known as deergrass, it is a densely tufted perennial sedge often growing gregariously.

question: What characteristics typify deergrass?

answer: Wiry stems that are round in cross section and slightly ridged. Leaves reduced to several pointed sheaths at the base.

question: What distinguishes deergrass from Eleocharis quinqueflora?

answer: The blade of the uppermost sheath is longer.

question: Where does it grow?

answer: Scotland, Northwest England, Wales, Southwest England, Southeastern England, and Ireland; also in the Alps.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: Trichophorum cespitosum, commonly known as deergrass, is a densely tufted perennial sedge often growing gregariously. It is typified by wiry stems that are round and slightly ridged. Their leaves are reduced to several pointed sheaths at the base. Although similar to Eleocharis quinqueflora, the blade of it's uppermost sheath is longer. Deergrass grows in Scotland, Northwest England, Wales, Southwest England, Southeastern England, and Ireland; also in the Alps.


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JAMIE LINDEN (born September 3, 1980) is an American screenwriter best known as the writer of 2006 film _We Are Marshall_ and the writer of 2010 film _Dear John_. He also wrote and directed the film _10 Years_, starring Channing Tatum.

Early life

Linden grew up in Winter Park, Florida[1] near Orlando, where he attended Lake Howell High School.[2][3] He attended Florida State University's College of Communication, majoring in marketing and media production.[4] After graduating from college in 2001, he and three friends traveled to Hollywood, California with tickets for game show _The Price Is Right_.[5] Upon arriving, he was individually called up to compete and won US$5,000 and a Tuscan wine server cart, which he saw as a sign to stay in Hollywood: “I thought, well that's a sign, 'I should stay.' What you want to do, finds you.”[6]

Career

Before Linden became a screenwriter, he worked at Mirage Enterprises as an assistant to directors Sydney Pollack and Anthony Minghella.[7] After reading in a 30th anniversary article in _FSView & Florida Flambeau_, Florida State's student newspaper, about the 1970 Southern Airways Flight 932 plane crash that killed most of the Marshall University football team,[8] Linden says he became “obsessed” with the story.[9] After moving to Hollywood, his first job involved reading feature film screenplays. After being fired from several assistant positions, he decided to write his own screenplay.[10] His first script was titled _Things to Do Before I Die_, co-written with University of Florida alumnus Cory Helms, and Warner Bros. gave the pair a blind deal to write another script.[11] Linden says the aftermath of the Marshall University tragedy was the very first story he ever thought of.[12] In 2004, he pitched the story to Warner Bros. with film producers Basil Iwanyk[13] and Mary Viola.[14] When Warner Bros. bought the script, Linden and other film crew met with many family members of the plane crash victims including Keith Morehouse, whose father was killed in the crash, to collaborate on the honesty of the script and the dignity of the victims.[15] The film became _We Are Marshall_, released in 2006 and directed by Joseph McGinty Nichol.[16]

In 2006, it was reported that Linden was writing a biographical film about Olympic gold medalist downhill skier Bill Johnson to be produced by Basil Iwanyk, as well as an adaptation of _The Dogs of Babel_ to be produced by David Heyman and a television pilot titled _Flash Back_ to be directed by McG.[17]

Personal life

In April 2013, Linden was a groomsman at the wedding of _Friday Night Lights_ actor Scott Porter. They were schoolmates at Lake Howell High School in Winter Park, Florida.[18][19]

In 2018, Linden had a son with actress Rachel McAdams.[20]

Filmography

Feature films

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  2006   _We Are Marshall_   Screenplay by, story by, co-producer                                                                      Screenwriter; Co-story writer (with Cory Helms)
  2010   _Dear John_         Screenplay by, co-producer
  2011   _10 Years_          Director, written by
  2016   _Money Monster_     Screenplay by                                                                                Co-screenwriter (with Alan DiFiore & Jim Kouf)
  2021   _Chaos Walking_     |Co-screenwriter (with Charlie Kaufman, Patrick Ness, Lindsey Beer, Gary Spinelli and John Lee Hancock)

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title: Jamie Linden (writer)

question: Simmarize everything relating to We Are Marshall.

answer: Jamie Linder wrote the 2006 film We Are Marshall. After reading a 30th anniversary article on the 1970 Southern Airways Flight 932 plane crash, Linden became obsessed with the story. The aftermath of the Marshall University tragedy was the frst story he over thought of, and he pitched it to Warner Bros. in 2004. When Warner Bros. bought the script, he and the film crew met with the family members of the victims. The film became We Are Marshall, directed by Joseph McGinty Nichol.

question: What does the article say about Linden's interpersonal relationships?

answer: After graduating from college, he and three friends traveled to Hollywood, California with tickets for The Price Is Right. He was a groomsman at the wedding of actor Scott Porter. In 2018, he had a son with actress Rachel McAdams.

question: What does the article say about Linden's career outside of screenwriting and directing?


text: A long time ago there was a wizard who lived above a small village. We was rarely seen, and only summoned when there was no other solution. The village people below told stories of his once-powerful abilities. He could move mountains, change the flow of a river, and even part clouds whenever he wanted to. However it had been a long time since any of the villagers had seen any fantastical work done by the wizard, and so, they lost hope. One day, a few of the young village children wandered up the road in search of the old Wizard's home. They were curious to see if the wizard would show them some of his magic. When they arrived at the small cottage they noticed that it looked as though no one had lived there in years. They peered through the dusty windows and attempted to see inside, but all that could be seen was darkness. When they turned around an old man was smiling at them. "What are you youngins doing up here?" the old man asked them. "We were hoping to see some of your magic!" one of the children exclaimed excitedly. "Magic? Why would want to see something like that?" the old man asked them. "Because we have heard the stories! They say you can do things no other person can!" another one said, almost shouting. "They say that, but has anyone in the village ever seen it?" the man asked with a grin. "Well no, but thats why we were hoping you could show us!" said the oldest of the children. "Well Im sorry, I've lost my magic abilities. But, if you care to stay, I can give you some advice on any problems you may be having" the man offered them, hoping to not be left so quickly. "Advice? We came to see magic, and if you dont have any, we are leaving" one of the kids exclaimed as he started walking back down towards the village. The other children followed closely on his heels and the old man was left outside his cottage, watching them as they left. When the children returned to the village they told their friends about what had happened. They began to call him the Dumb Wizard since we did not possess any magic. The name caught on quickly in the village and soon it was his identity. As the name changed for the Dumb Wizard, so did his stories. They no longer involved cloud parting, river changing, mountain moving fantasies, but instead told of his advice he would give to the young. As the generations began to come and go and long after the old Wizard had died, his stories remained as just the advice he gave. The village called this advice Wizdumb. The word, along with the advice associated with it, soon evolved in their language and spread around the land. If only I could have met that old man, and ask him of his wisdom.

title: The Old Wizard

question: Why to the kids visit the wizard?

answer: To see if he still has his magic.

question: What does he offer them in lieu of magic?

answer: Advice.

question: What do the kids call the man?

answer: The Dumb Wizard.

question: What does his advice become known as over the years?

answer: Wizdumb.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: A man who was rumored to be a wizard is visited by some curious kids in the village. He claims he has no magic left, but that he has advice. The kids are disappointed and return to their homes, telling everyone about what transpired. The mad is known as the Wizdumb from there on out.


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Dying is like stretching. Not the stretching that you would experience if you were being sucked into a black hole or any other different interpretation you have of “stretching”, but just stretching. The type of thing you would do when you get home from your blue collar – or white collar or no collar – job. When you sit down in your chair at the end of long, fucking day and just relax. That feeling is unexplainable. The sudden rush of orgasmic goodness for that split second when you stretch feels so goddamn good. Well I guess the feeling is kind of explainable, but in the technical science way, the inorganic way. It’s just not the same. If you want that feeling more you can take chemicals to give it to you. Heroin can give it to you, hydrocodone can give it to you, oxycodone can also, there are a much of fucking ways to feel that feeling, but the simplest way is to just stretch. Just move your lazy fucking arms and you will be dying. Or at least feel like it. You want to be dying, trust me, it feels good. Not for a little bit either, but for an eternity or whatever the fuck this is. It’s a long ass time and I wish I would have known earlier how fucking overrated “living” was.

The reason I put it as “living” is because most of the people in the world aren’t living. Living is feeling. Going paycheck to paycheck at some shitty job you hate, with a boss you hate, with coworkers you hate, and then going home to a spouse that isn’t the same as you once married. They aren’t “lively” enough. Soon you will sit down and turn on some bullshit TV show and watch it. You can say that you won’t, but you will. I promise. None of this is living. It is “living”. It is bullshit. In the average human’s day, the only time they will actually live is when they stretch. That feeling of goodness is life. It is your temporary escape from shitty corporate life for one second at a time. That is all you get.

Well, now that I’ve gotten that shitty little diatribe out of the way I guess I can go ahead and tell you that I am standing on the top of the Bank of America Plaza building with a gun to my head. I want to stretch now. Living is great and stretching is great. My standing here has made me realize one thing more than all; Atlanta really has a beautiful skyline. At the moment it is around sunset and I can see the warm glow of the city lights beginning to overpower the sun. I look down from the edge and see the street below me. I see the passing Cadillac’s and Lexus’s and even the occasional Porsche. Seems fitting I guess, since I am in the banking district. All of society’s money is poured into the pockets of executive so that they can buy a new Cadillac Escalade with full leather seating and a paint finish that is so inky black that it absorbs all light. It absorbs the goodness of the world – light – and vomits out a color so dark and unforgiving that you are almost attracted to it. The total absence of light is normal and beautiful in that one moment when you gaze into the side of that new Escalade.

The streetlights are growing stronger. I am still standing here on the ledge of the roof of the Bank of America Plaza with a gun to my head. I want to stretch. It has now gone from dusk to ink in the sky. I have been standing here a long time. A fucking long time. I need to stretch. I see the ants walking below me. A sea of color that is illuminated by streetlights and Cadillac’s and Lexus’s and Porsche’s. It is beautiful. Although the Bank of America Plaza is tall, I can still make out an outline of many of the ants below me. I see different races, different genders, and different personalities. One older white ant crosses a street without looking and is nearly hit by an inky black Escalade. A younger black ant shouts something that I can’t quite make out, but it clearly gets a response from the white ant. This white ant was clearly just saved from the horrors of the inky black Escalade, but was instead shouting angrily over to the younger looking black ant. I am not sure why he was shouting or what he was shouting about, but I wasn’t curious.

I am starting to get tired. I have been standing on the ledge of the roof of the Bank of America Plaza with a gun to my head for around 3 hours now. I have done nothing. I must stretch. Why would I stretch when I have a gun to my head and I am on the ledge of the Bank of America Plaza in Atlanta with ants below me and streetlights and inky black Escalade’s and Porsche’s and Lexus’s? I have no need for the gun. It is a revolver, and a beautiful one at that. This revolver has been loaded with 3 bullets by me. That means that there is a 50% chance that with one pull of the hairpin trigger - that is sheer silver and not inky black like the Escalade’s below – I can stretch. I would love to stretch right about now. Maybe someone else can stretch today also.

I toss the half-full revolver with the sheer-silver, hairpin trigger down. Off the ledge of the Bank of America Plaza onto the vast hordes of ants below, onto the inky black Escalade’s and Porsche’s and Lexus’s below, onto the old white ant and young black ant, and onto the lights, the streetlights specifically. I expect a gunshot. A 50% chance is beautiful. I wait for the gunshot that would have let one of the ants stretch. I never hear the gunshot. No one stretches. Fuck.

I stretch. And I don’t feel anything. Not a goddamn feeling.

But I am still here.

EDIT: This is right around 1000 words if you are wondering. Any criticisms would be great as I just wrote this in about 30 minutes or less. Thanks!

title: Dying Is Like Stretching

question: Who is the narrator?

answer: He's the guy who

question: Where does the story take place?

answer: On top of the Bank of America Plaza in Atlanta.

question: What is he doing on top of the Bank of America Plaza?

answer: He's standing on the ledge with a gun to his head, presumably contemplating suicide.

question: Explain why the narrator thinks dying is like stretching.

answer: Because stretching feels good, unlike living which he feels is a bullshit slog and is overrated.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator thinks that dying is like stretching because it feels good and relaxing, whereas "living" is an overrated slog through a mundane life. He's on top of the Bank of America Plaza in Atlanta, standing on the ledge with a half-loaded gun pointed at his head. He sees all the cars and people on the street below and wonders why nobody is stretching. He tosses his gun and hopes that it would discharge when it hits concrete, but it did not. He stretches but doesn't feel anything.


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KHOLMYA (, ) is an urban-type settlement in Koriukivka Raion, Chernihiv Oblast, Ukraine. Population:

Kholmy produces alcohol, bricks, dairy products, timber, and has a museum.

History

Cossack era

The town was founded in the middle of the 16th century. On the eve of the liberation war of Ukrainian people led by Bohdan Khmelnytsky he belonged Caspar Borkowski - "Lithuanian Commissioner and storekeepers' killed by rebels in 1648. After the reunification of Ukraine, the village was a part of Ponornytskoyi with hundreds Chernigov Regiment soldiers. For the versatile Hetman Ivan Samoilovych, 1672, it was reserved for a military friend, then Colonel VK Borkowski, whose descendants owned the Hill for 30 years after the 19th century.

Farmers engaged in agriculture. But the sandy soils were marginal, because the main source of their livelihood was crafts. The commonwealth made wheels, wagons, sleds, different wooden utensils and sold them in Ponornytsi, carp and Voronezh. In 1674 the Ubed river near the village was dammed and there built a mill and built a smithy for producing iron in the late 17th century. Later was founded a distillery. This was a peasant and Cossack economy. But over time, the Cossacks turned into serfs. So, in 1746 there still lived 96 Cossacks, at the end of the 18th century.

Geography and Climate

The settlement is located on the right bank (facing south) of the Ubed, is from the district center with a railway station, Koryukivka South-Western Railway. The Chernihiv-Holm-Semenivka highway passes through the village.

title: Kholmy, Chernihiv Oblast

question: Where is Kholmy?

answer: The Koriukivka Raion, Chernihiv Oblast, Ukraine

question: When was Kholmy founded?

answer: The middle of the 16th century

question: What are the main exports of Kholmy?

answer: alcohol, bricks, dairy products, and timber

question: Describe the climate of Kholmy.

answer: That information can't be found.

question: What is the population of Kholmy?

answer: That information cannot be found.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Kholmy is a settlement located in Koriukivka Raion, Chernihiv Oblast, Ukraine. It was founded in the middle of the 16th century and it produces alcohol, bricks, dairy products, and timber.


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	There was no more time, he thought desperately, running down the darkened corridor of the station. Music from the performance perforated the hallways, accenting the urgency of his steps. The situation was bad and getting worse with every measure. Speaking into his sleeve, his eyes scanned the hallway in front of him, “Cole, what’s he doing?”
	“Still enjoying the show sir,” was the whispered reply.
“Good, let me know if he moves, I’m still looking,” turning the corner, he headed down the next corridor of the theater; this one lined with windows that looked down on the surface of the moon. Alert for any sign of movement he went about rehashing every bit of information that had led to this moment.
	Over the past few weeks petty crime at the ferry station had all but ceased, which to most constables meant some relaxation was warranted. To men like Reager it meant the little fish had cleared out as the shark had come around. Not a day later the theatrical premiere of the best zero gravity opera troupe was announced to open for the summit on the new trade accords and the pieces started falling together. The finishing touch was the supplier, a gun runner who got caught on his way off planet. Luckily for Reager, he’d squealed for a better deal.
	The scum had spilled about a very lucrative deal for what could only be a high level job. The buyer had requested antique projectile weapons, very illegal and extremely hard to find, much less get to Earth without being discovered. Days of endless analysis conducted by the Ministry of Security informed them that the target was most likely the newly elected senior trade ambassador, who publicly favored the new accords in the face of serious opposition.
	Back on the station, Reager could feel their man was here.
	The problem was they’d secured the spaceport entirely while the ambassador travelled, eliminating all opportunity for an assassin to act. That left him getting aboard the station to get the job done, a feat not easily accomplished
	Finishing his patrol of the last level of the theater Reager paused and looked out toward some box seats, beyond it, the dancers were swinging lithely in the zero gravity demonstrating a beauty that was inherently alien. Looking up toward the panoramic windows in the ceiling, the stars seemed to add to the lighting of the stage. A sudden startling thought occurred to him.
	“Cole, what’s the evacuation plan for the station?”
“Security teams from the shuttles below clear the station deck by deck and secure VIPs, civilians and staff head to life boats at the top level.” Backing into the hall, Reager started jogging for the stairs, building on his hunch.
	“How did the boats get here?”
“Wait one,” finding the stairs he opened the door and started climbing, following the evacuation directions, reaching the top deck he looked down the long row of shuttle doors.
	“Boss, they got here two weeks ago, officially installed by the station managers but sub-contracted out for delivery, that’s why our systems didn’t flag it.”
	“I’m at them now, the log says one has been opened, someone’s been here, must have stowed away when they went out for delivery,” he said sweeping the suspect vessel’s interior with his pistol.
	“Should I secure the Ambassador?”
“Not yet,” opening a maintenance tube he crawled out above the performance searching, as the zero gravity took effect, and he braced himself to avoid floating away. Scanning the balconies below he saw one of the box sections was uninhabited. Crawling slowly around the catwalk toward it, floating inches above the walkway in the dark, he never dropped his gaze, “Top box seats, opposite the ambassador, who bought them?”
	“Several different dignitaries and celebrities, who purchased tickets months ago, why?”
“It’s empty, I’m moving in, tell the ambassador he needs to pee right now,” Reager was meters away from the section now.
	“Will do,” in the background he could hear whispering as she executed his command, “he’s not happy but we’re on the move.”
	“Good, me too,” directly above the box and still floating, now below the catwalk, he could see his target. Three rows back, rifle resting on the first row of seats trained to shoot through the railing down toward the VIP area. He almost admired the planning, but someone had to lose this one.
	The man stood, dressed in perfect attire the event and walked to the edge, casually observing the ambassador’s sudden absence, slowly; he turned to return to his perch. Pushing off, Reager flew silently towards the man and when the lights from the spectacle below him flashed brilliantly, he fired his pistol twice.
	Right before he passed out of the field.
Falling the last three meters, he hit the hard box seat floor and rolled over to find a thoroughly unconscious assassin, silenced pistol tucked in his belt.
	Groaning the constable sat up, “Status?” Agent Cole asked from below.
“Clear, I need a security detail to my position. Tell the ambassador to enjoy the show.”
	In minutes a security team arrived and took the gunman away silently while Reager watched, they were gone in moments and he was alone. Sitting down in one of the plush red seats, he breathed a sigh of relief. Another day in the constabulary, reclining he took in the show, watching the dancers play with physics. The pay wasn’t spectacular, but sometimes the job had its perks.

title: [SF] The Opera and the Constable

question: How did the main character feel about the opera?

answer: The main character felt quite overwhelmed with the works of the opera. A lot was to go down at the opera. There was a scum who had spilled about a very lucrative deal for a high level job. At a certain point, the main character was tense because he didn't want any problems to happen with the mission he was on.

question: What would have happened if Reager had been caught?


text:
The government forced through the controversial digital economy bill with the aid of the Conservative party last night, attaining a crucial third reading – which means it will get royal assent and become law – after just two hours of debate in the Commons.

However it was forced to drop clause 43 of the bill, a proposal on orphan works which had been opposed by photographers. They welcomed the news: "The UK government wanted to introduce a law to allow anyone to use your photographs commercially, or in ways you might not like, without asking you first. They have failed," said the site set up to oppose the proposals.

But despite opposition from the Liberal Democrats and a number of Labour MPs who spoke up against measures contained in the bill and put down a number of proposed amendments, the government easily won two votes to determine the content of the bill and its passage through the committee stage without making any changes it had not already agreed.

Tom Watson, the former Cabinet Office minister who resigned in mid-2009, voted against the government for the first time in the final vote to take the bill to a third reading. However the vote was overwhelmingly in the government's favour, which it won by 189 votes to 47.

Earlier the government removed its proposed clause 18, which could have given it sweeping powers to block sites, but replaced it with an amendment to clause 8 of the bill. The new clause allows the secretary of state for business to order the blocking of "a location on the internet which the court is satisfied has been, is being or is likely to be used for or in connection with an activity that infringes copyright".

The Liberal Democrat MP John Hemming protested that this could mean the blocking of the whistleblower site Wikileaks, which carries only copyrighted work. Stephen Timms for the government said that it would not want to see the clause used to restrict freedom of speech – but gave no assurance that sites like Wikileaks would not be blocked.

Don Foster, the Liberal Democrats' spokesman for culture, media and sport, protested that the clause was too wide-ranging: "it could apply to Google," he complained, adding that its inclusion of the phrase about "likely to be used" meant that a site could be blocked on its assumed intentions rather than its actions.

The Lib Dem opposition to that amendment prompted the first vote - known as a division – on the bill, but the Labour and Conservative whips pushed it through, winning it by 197 votes to 40. The next 42 clauses of the bill were then considered in five minutes.

Numerous MPs complained that the bill was too important and its ramifications too great for it to be pushed through in this "wash-up" period in which bills are not given the usual detailed examination.

However the government declined to yield – although it had already done a deal with the Tories which meant that a number of its provisions, including clause 43 and the creation of independent local news consortia, would not be part of the bill.

question: Describe the bill being discussed.

answer: A controversial digital economy bill. Clause 43 of the bill, a proposal on orphan works, had to be dropped for the bill to pass.

question: Who are the major figures mentioned in the article?

answer: Tom Watson (former Cabinet minister), John Hemming (Liberal Democrat MP), Stephen Timms, Don Foster (the Liberal Democrats' spokesman for culture, media, and sport)

question: What country does this article concern?

answer: The United Kingdom

question: When was this article written?

answer: That information can't be found.

question: How many votes were cast in total?

answer: 237 for the first vote, 236 for the final vote

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: This article discusses the passing of a controversial digital economy bill in the UK. Clause 43 (a proposal on orphan works) and Clause 18 (giving the government sweeping power to block sites) were dropped. The bill was passed after attaining a third reading.


text:
He had tried to fuck his mother’s cat when he was seven. The incident had resulted badly and now his genitals were permanently scarred and the cat dead. Does that seem strange? Well I suppose you could view it that way.

He wasn’t really different. But what’s different? At the time trust me there were logical steps to his attempt at rape. Now this all might seem trivial but it is imperative if one is to understand why Billy later did what he did.

Billy was aggressive from day one. He used to hit his mother’s friends with his baby bottle whenever they came near him. When his first tooth came in his mother had to give up breastfeeding after he nearly bit off her left teat. She was heartbroken for she saw breastfeeding as a type of bonding with Billy, but Billy always had it his way and when he wanted Precious he got Precious his way.

Precious was his mother’s cat. She had Precious before Billy was born but once Billy was born he became Precious and it was only natural that he would eliminate the cat.

Precious had been the first for Billy. What followed was a mother’s worst nightmare. Billy became a serial killer of felines.

Ms. Griffin had come outside and found her cat hanged from her doorframe. A note attached said

I love pussy

But Billy, do you really love pussy? Billy came out when he was nineteen. A drunken night with a frat brother had confirmed this.

So Billy why do you hate pussy so? Is it because you feel an allegiance to dick? That could be, but I think its deeper than that. I think the secret lies in Precious.

It’s important to include what Billy did to Precious. Precious’ attack on his genitals was not the ending to the incident. Billy ended the incident by grabbing Precious’ neck and breaking it. He said it wasn’t really anything,

It moved and then it didn’t.

Damn Billy. That’s cold, but he got colder. It came to be that all domestic cats stayed inside while the strays were inevitably eliminated by Billy. But no one knew it was Billy.

The people talked. Some said it was the postman. Others blamed gangs of vicious stray dogs. But no one ever said Billy. Billy’s mother knew though and Billy knew this and this bothered Billy. It bothered Billy so much that people came to think it was a pack of wild stray dogs that killed Billy’s mom, when really Billy choked her and fed her to the wild dogs before reporting her missing. Ice cold Billy.

That’s what they called him, Ice Motherfucking Cold Billy. Nobody fucked with him. He had tattoos of kittens he had murdered across his back, a pet cemetery of sorts.

After Billy’s mother met her maker, the maker she made, people started talking. Well, they’d already been talking, but now their talking included Billy’s name. See Billy started slipping a little bit. Maybe cause he was drinking more or maybe cause he had taken up the habit of wearing a cat skin belt. Either way he was on their radar or rather they were on his.

He killed them all. Mr. and Mrs. Jones were found naked and crucified in their front yard, their cats crucified on top of them. Ms. Washington got a knife to the head. Between the knife’s handle and her head, her cat. Mr. Thomas was bludgeoned to death with a bag of his cat’s food. His cat was later found in the bag. All the murders were gruesome. The luckiest were suffocated with kittens.

After the murders Billy left to travel the world. He had moved on to bigger things, bigger cats. The common house cat didn’t do it for him anymore, but when he was desperate and couldn’t find a lion or tiger to kill, he would return to domestic cats as a means to meet an end. Sometimes when a cat would go missing from a house in whatever remote village Billy was in, the people would start to talk. They would talk about the outsider and his funny belt. Or they would comment about his tattoo and then Billy would just repeat his previous actions and move on.

This routine carried on for many years until one day Billy found himself in India fighting a tiger. He was naked (he always fought cats in the nude). He lunged at the tiger with his hunting knife, but he was not as agile as he was in his youth and he tripped and fell on his face. The tiger took Billy by the neck and broke it.

Billy moved and then he didn’t.

The locals say the cat didn’t devour him, but simply stared at him and then walked away. And that’s the end of Billy’s story, but not ours.

We still don’t know why Billy hated cats so much, but we do know it involves Precious. See before the incident Billy loved cats, he loved cats so much that he tried to make love to one. But sadly for him and everyone he later met, Precious didn’t return his love. Instead she mutilated that which Billy tried to love her with, rendering it useless. After that Billy said he was never able to give pleasure, so instead he took it.

title: The Taker

question: How should the reader feel about Billy?

answer: The reader should feel a sense of unease in regards to Billy, as the passage describes Billy's attacks on cats in vivid detail.

question: Why does Billy murder cats?

answer: The answer is not clear, but the passage implies that Billy's hatred of cats comes from Precious, his mother's cat. Precious mauled his genitals after he tried to have sex with it.

question: Summarize everything related to Precious.

answer: Precious was Billy's mother's cat. She got Precious before Billy was born. Billy tried to have sex with Precious when he was 7, but the cat mauled him and permanently scarred his genitals. It also killed the cat.


text:
I know that you are pressed for time. You have orders to fill, products to create, packages to ship, blog posts to write, newsletters to schedule — the list goes on and on.

I also know that you’re most likely doing everything on your own. You don’t feel like you’re in a position to hire someone to come into your business and take some of the load off of your shoulders.

You might think that hiring someone and having to train them will take time that you don’t have. You might think that it’s pointless to hire someone to do things that you are perfectly capable of doing in your own business.

Even if you’ve been working days that are 12 hours long — minimum. Even if you always feel behind in your work, and you can’t remember the last time you slept a full night.

The truth? Trying to do it all and feeling overwhelmed and behind 24/7 is hurting you, and hurting your business.

This is where a virtual assistant (VA) comes in. A VA is someone (like me!) that you hire to take some of the daily, tedious work off of your plate so you have more time to dedicate to the rest of your business.

Delegating things that eat up your time and energy, that you don’t enjoy doing, that keep you in the cycle of going from tedious task to tedious task is what will allow you to start feeling on top of things again.

GROWING YOUR TEAM MEANS THAT YOU CAN HAND OFF THE NECESSARY BUT TIME-CONSUMING TASKS SO YOU CAN FOCUS ON THE BIGGER PICTURE.

And don’t you want to feel supported instead of panicked and struggling? Wouldn’t you rather know that you have someone who is 150% invested in helping your business to be the best it can be, in helping _you _be the best you can be?

I want you to take a minute to imagine life after you hire a VA to get you through this holiday season:

+ You are fulfilling more orders, and have a faster turnaround time

+ You are able to stay on top of your inbox, so you don’t miss any new orders

+ Your customers/clients have a smoother process when they order from you

+ You earn twice as much as you were projected to

+ You can sleep full nights and know that your business is being taken care of

And while yes, there is a learning curve when you hire your VA, spending an hour training them on how to process and ship an order will save you hundred of hours when the holiday orders come flooding in.

I’m going to say this again because it’s that important:

SPENDING AN HOUR TRAINING YOUR VA NOW WILL SAVE YOU HUNDREDS OF HOURS WHEN YOUR ORDERS COME FLOODING IN.

Now, I know what you’re thinking: “But Indigo! How do I know what to train them to do? What can I outsource or delegate to a VA?”

Today I’m going to show you how figuring that out doesn’t have to be a scary process at all.

Because you’re in the day-to-day life of your business, it can be hard to imagine handing daily tasks off to someone else. After all, you’ve been 100% in charge of everything for your business 100% of the time since it started.

But here’s what I want you to remember: _you don’t have to delegate EVERYTHING on the first day._

This is something that I see people struggle with when they’ve just hired a VA: they dump every! single! task! on the newly hired VA at once and think everything is hunky-dory. Not only does this completely overwhelm your VA, it can lead to you being unsatisfied with them and firing them because they’re asking a million questions and trying to wrap their head around everything.

You want to ease into the working relationship with your VA, and make sure that you two are truly compatible work-wise. I would recommend starting off with 1-2 super important tasks first, seeing how those go, and then starting to increase the workload.

This approach is beneficial in two ways:

1. It lets you get the most stressful/overwhelming things off of your to-do list ASAP

2. It gets you + your new VA used to working with each other + really create a solid communication strategy

To help you figure out what your most stressful/overwhelming things are on your to-do list, I’ve created a worksheet for you! Just download it by entering your first name + favorite email below. You’ll get instant access to the worksheet.

Now that you’ve figured out what you can delegate to your future VA, I want to hear from you! If you were going to outsource ONE thing from your Must Delegate list, what would it be and why? Let me know in the comments!

question: What does the text say about why the author believes it's necessary to train your VA to improve the productivity of a business and ease off tremendous workload.

answer: Handling a business comes with a superior task, and as the business grows, so does the workload. The author of this text suggests the need for a Virtual Assistant (VA), that is, a person who can assist a business manager or owner with more tasks than they can handle to improve the productivity of the business. In doing this, the business owner will have to train the VA to become accustomed to the company's mode of operation. Suppose this is done successfully and the business owner and VA can establish an amicable work relationship; in that case, the business will flourish, and the pressure of the holiday season workload will be alleviated.


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STEPHEN BÁTHORY OF ECSED (; 1555 – 25 July 1605) was judge royal of the Kingdom of Hungary from 1586 to 1605.

Early life

Stephen was the son of György Báthory (from the Ecsed branch of the family), and his distant relative, Anna Báthory (from the Somlyó branch). He was born in 1555. His younger sister was the infamous Elizabeth Báthory.

Ancestors

title: Stephen Báthory (1555–1605)

question: How old was Stephen Báthory when he died?

answer: 50

question: Who was Stephen's Father?

answer: György Báthory

question: What was Stephen's profession?

answer: Judge royal

question: What are other prominent ancestors of Stephen Báthory?

answer: There is not sufficient information to answer.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This article discusses the 17th century Hungarian judge Stephen Báthory, and some of his relatives. Some information about his early life is provided.


text:
Dear John,
	      Fourteen years, two months, one week, and six days ago you told me my mind was like a bomb waiting to go off. You were right.

I had always felt I was blessed, the right side of my brain that of a mathematical savant and the left side that of the next Michelangelo. I could work out the most difficult equation in mere moments and draw a picture worthy of being in the Louvre. I always felt my skill came from the two working together as in my art I used maths to make perfect shapes where as in my maths I used art to solve the equations. I suppose it is then only ironic that they hung perfectly from the fan which was travelling at a perfect 3.14159 meters per second with their blood making a perfect circle in the floor underneath them. The Police didn't appreciate that, stubborn arse's.

I suppose you need explaining for that last bit, four days ago at thirteen o'clock I had a mental black out for three hours and fourteen minutes. When my mental displacement ended I found myself holding a blood stained knife in front of several corpses four hanging from the aforementioned fan and the remaining three with assorted numbers and phrases carved into them. Four minutes and seven seconds after that the police came and arrested me refusing to see the perfect maths and art in my work. After a short journey in their car I found they had left me a hairpin which I used to remove my handcuffs choke the police officer on the right and subsequently kill the police officer on the left in the inevitable crash. Shortly after taking their gun and altering their faces so that they had the golden ratio (this I did with my knife they kept in the boot) I swiftly left.

I am currently writing from the warehouse on main street where I am waiting for you to come so that I may kill you as well. For you are no doubt thinking 'why should I should go' let me explain why you should. Upon reflection I came to the conclusion of my murder. fifteen minutes after my black out you daughter Abigail took me upstairs to help her with her math homework. She as usual treated me like a demented peasant and my brain crashed possibly due to stress or too much genius. This resulted in me performing a slow and brutal rape against your daughter where I forced myself upon her at knife point. Her screams of disgust did not leave the room however as she was foolish enough to have had her room sound proofed for when she performed mating rituals with her boy friend. After I finished the rape I swiftly killed her and carved 'dirty, dirty bitch' into her chest. I then calmly went downstairs to our parents and your son as well as my brother. Upon seeing the blood on me the children and your mother swiftly ran out leaving only your father and my parents. Within seconds I had sliced open a hole in their necks reached in and ripped out there intestines for the time I left them on the floor (with hindsight I am disappointed and will apologize for their inconvenient and un artistic or mathematical layout on the floor as it caused me great grief later on to see the lack of symmetry). After killing them I proceeded to the kitchen where the mother held a knife and the children stood behind her she yelled 'why, why, you were such a good boy' though I did not waste time with small talk and merely knocked the knife out of her eye and in a Van Gough inspired act ripped off her ear with my teeth. Such Adrenaline it gave removing the ear which encouraged me then to removed her eye though that was less pleasant which inevitably encouraged me to slice open her head and rip out the brain (I left it neatly for you in the sink). I quickly killed the children with a slice to the neck and brought the body's to the main room. There I added your mother's body to the other adults and (after rearranging there poorly displayed corpses) hung them from the fan by the intestines with a perfect meter of it showing.  I then wrote the equation for the time it took me to do the deed on your son's forehead and carved the Mona Lisa into my brothers chest, tragically I felt I got the nose wrong but I'm sure you will forgive such a minor incident. Your Sister soon joined them so as that all the guests lay (or hanged) in the room. It was around this point that the aforementioned story took place.

Now back to the question why does this story make you want to come to me and perhaps more importantly why do I want to kill you. They are both simple, you want revenge and you will no doubt read half this letter perhaps getting up to the rape then march to me in anger resulting in either me or your death not calling the police or aid as you will be blinded by anger (this is why I described my deeds to you) If that is the case I suspect you are reading this next to my body and swearing profusely as you think of how to explain this to the police. (All the murders are on you at this stage in time as I left a message stapled to that stupid picture your mother had that was drawn without skill or taste - This letter will be worthless as I typed it so they can claim it was you who did it and this twist is within your brain capacity). However the second question is more interesting, I killed your family so why should I kill you, quite simply because it's an odd number, 7, its odd I need to kill you so that I may have eight kills to my name. In addition you always rustled my hair a simple act but an annoying one none the less (I made your sister apologize for that whilst I raped her, she cried your name out so many times but you never came, in truth it made me laugh her uselessness) it is for these reasons that I wish to kill you. Oh and by the way, I'm watching you read this but you can't see me, I'm sharpening my knife and laughing but you can't see me.

Best Wishes,
	         Jacob 'Weirdo' Chatsworth

title: Dear John

question: How are Jacob and John related?

answer: The writing is convoluted, but it appears they are brothers.

question: Is Jacob adopted or just an insane weirdo?

answer: He is definitely insane, but there is no mention of him being adopted.