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Workers and volunteers in the Great Smoky Mountains have reached the halfway point in a two-year rehab project that rebuilds and improves the popular Rainbow Falls Trail.

They don't build them like they used to. At least, that's what "they" say.

"They" never met the Trails Forever crews and volunteers in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park.

After nearly six months of weekday closures, NPS employees and volunteers have reached the halfway point in a two-year project to rehabilitate Rainbow Falls Trail. The crews hope to finish the trail by November 2018. When it is complete, visitors will likely think the work was done long ago.

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"Some people see this stonework and these steps and it looks old. That's because we model the appearance after the work done by the Civil Conservation Corps (in the 1930s). We don't want it to look like new construction," said project supervisor Josh Shapiro as he stood on new stone staircase on the trail.

The stones are perfectly shaped and seem like they were brought in for the project. In fact, crews find the stones near the trail and then shape them by hand.

"It is really incredible the level of expertise and skill our crews have. The stonework is built to a 100-year standard, meaning it won't have to be redone for at least another century," said Shapiro.

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Rainbow Falls Trail extends 6.7 miles from the trailhead north of Gatlinburg to the summit of Mt. LeConte. However, there are more popular routes to reach the mountaintop, such as Alum Cave Trail and the Boulevard Trail. The main attraction on Rainbow Falls Trail is the 80-foot waterfall 2.7 miles from the trailhead.

"Most of the wear and tear on the trail is between the trailhead and the falls," said Shapiro. "There were places where the ruts were really bad and you have gullies three feet deep. We had to fill in a lot of that with crushed stone and then build stone steps. We also have a lot of problems with 'social trails' that lead people off the main trail."

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The stone steps are one remedy for a strenuous route riddled with ruts, roots, and rocks. Black locust wood is also used to bolster areas of the trail, but crews try to build as few structures as possible.

Some construction was rescheduled this year due to the wildfires of November 2016. Crews will wait until 2018 before beginning rehabilitation work to allow more time to gauge the stability and needs of the areas affected by the fire.

"We had some areas where there were still trees falling, so for safety purposes we shifted things and worked on other areas of the trail for now," said Shapiro.

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Volunteers are a major part of all the Trails Forever rehabilitation projects. Since May, volunteers have worked every Wednesday from 9:00 a.m. to 3:30 p.m. to help rebuild the trail.

Volunteers have to register at least one week in advance by contacting Trails and Facilities Volunteer Coordinator, Adam Monroe, by phone at 828-497-1949 or email at Adam_Monroe@nps.gov. There are likely two more opportunities this year to volunteer before the weekday closures end November 16, 2017.

The Rainbow Falls Trail has been closed Mondays-Thursdays since May 8, 2017. The closures will end November 16 as crews break during the cold months of the year. Weekday closures will likely resume in May 2018 as the weather warms and volunteers are readily available.

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The Trails Forever project is funded in part by the Friends of the Smokies. The program has already rebuilt popular paths in the park such as the Forney Creek Trail, the Chimney Tops Trail, and Alum Cave Trail.

More information about volunteering for the Trails Forever program can be found at the Friends of the Smokies website.

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question: How do the crews model the appearance?

answer: To look like it was done by the Civilian Conservation Corps.

question: How long are the trails meant to last?

answer: 100 years.

question: How far does Rainbow Falls Trail extend?

answer: 6.7 miles.

question: What is the main attraction on Rainbow Falls Trail?

answer: The 80-foot waterfall 2.7 miles from the trailhead.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Workers and volunteers at the Great Smoky Mountains are working on a two year project to refab the Rainbow Falls Trail. The crews hope to finish the trail in November 2018, however it will look like the refab was done long ago. It is being done in the style of CCC. The paths are being done for a 100 year standard and will remain for a long time.


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_THE CRUSADES: AN ARAB PERSPECTIVE_ is a four-part series produced by Al Jazeera English, which first aired in December 2016. It presents the dramatic story of the medieval religious war through an Arab point of view. The series provides a new perspective on the history of the Crusades for a global, English-speaking audience, that has largely read about or studied the famous struggle from a primarily Christian and Western point of view. The series is heavily influenced by the 1984 book _The Crusades Through Arab Eyes_, by Amin Maalouf.

The series starts with the Catholic church council in Clermont in France in 1095, under Pope Urban II, and continues to the fall of Acre, the last Crusader foothold in the east, in 1291, covering two centuries of bloody battles, massacres, and conquering and reconquering of territories, including Jerusalem. The story also involves many famous names – Saladin, Richard I of England, Frederick II and Louis IX.[1][2]

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Following is the complete list of episodes:

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  1         Shock         the first episode, explores the reasons behind the start of the Crusades, centered on Jerusalem, the holy city for Christians, Jews and Muslims.[3]       7 Dec 2016
  2         Revival       the second episode, tells the story of the early Muslim resistance to the Crusades, led by the Zengids, a Turkic dynasty ruling the northern Levant.[4]   14 Dec 2016
  3         Unification   the third episode, looks at how the famous sultan, Saladin, united Muslims across Egypt.[5]                                                               21 Dec 2016
  4         Liberation    the fourth episode, examines how the Mamluk Sultans of Egypt brought about the eventual destruction of the remaining Crusader states in the east.         28 Dec 2016

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title: The Crusades, An Arab Perspective

question: Who wrote the book that inspired the series?

answer: Amin Maalouf

question: What is the name of the first episode?

answer: Shock

question: How many parts does the series have?

answer: Four

question: Were all four parts aired in the same month?

answer: Yes

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This article discusses a documentary series focusing on The Crusades from an Arab point of view. The series had four episodes and first aired in December 2016.


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ROBERT WILLIAM HARKER (born 6 March 2000) is an English professional footballer who plays as a forward for Burnley.

Early life

Robert William Harker was born 6 March 2000 in the village of Gargrave, North Yorkshire. He attended Aireville School in Skipton until the age of 16. Beginning his footballing career with local side Grassington Juniors,[1] Harker was offered a scholarship with Bury in 2015.

Club career

On 4 October 2016, Harker made his Bury debut in an EFL Trophy tie against Bradford City, replacing Hallam Hope with one minute remaining. The fixture resulted in a 2–1 defeat.[2] He signed on loan for Hartlepool United on 30 January 2020.[3]

Career statistics

  Club                       Season           League            FA Cup   League Cup   Other   Total
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  Division                   Apps             Goals             Apps     Goals        Apps    Goals
  Bury                       2015–16[4]       League One        0        0            0       0
  2016–17[5]                 League One       0                 0        0            0       0
  2017–18[7]                 League One       0                 0        0            0       0
  Total                      0                0                 0        0            0       0
  Burnley                    2018–19[9]       Premier League    0        0            0       0
  2019–20[10]                Premier League   0                 0        0            0       0
  Total                      0                0                 0        0            0       0
  Hartlepool United (loan)   2019–20[11]      National League   7        0            —       —
  Career total               7                0                 0        0            0       0

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title: Robert Harker

question: Who is Robert William Harker?

answer: He is an English professional footballer who plays as a forward for Burnley.

question: When and where was Harker born?

answer: Harker was born on March 6, 2000, in the village of Gargrave, North Yorkshire.

question: Summarize everything relating to Harker's education.

answer: He attended Aireville School in Skipton until the age of 16. Beginning his footballing career with local side Grassington Juniors, Harker was offered a scholarship with Bury in 2015.

question: Where did Harker make his debut and what was the outcome?

answer: He made his Bury debut on October 4, 2016, in an EFL Trophy tie against Bradford City, replacing Hallam Hope with a minute remaining. His team lost, 2-1.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Robert William Harker is an English professional footballer who plays as a forward for Burnley. He was offered a scholarship with Bury in 2015 and finally made his debut on October 4, 2016, in an EFL Trophy tie against Bradford City, a match they lost 2-1. He signed on loan for Hartlepool United on 30 January 2020.


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So, sometimes, I wonder if I did the right thing.

The most striking moment was brief. But it was so shocking, so powerful, that it still haunts me. With clarity. One facial expression, omnipresent. The set and slant of the brow, the furrowing in sync with the three quick movements of the pupils darting, processing the news in search of understanding; a quick reality-check to make sure this wasn’t a dream; and, finally, searching for an escape. His mouth attempting three times to find words for the concept, for the emotions that exploded within, for the pain and dread. Words his brain wouldn't provide. And then there it was. Tears formed, and his face became that of an eleven year old boy trying to be a man. A face of silent resignation fighting against a show of weakness and pain.

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When we had first met, she was in, bad. I inspired her. She quit. We had problems. Bad problems. I don’t think we dealt with them in the ways that normal people do. Sometimes it was less constructive, probably, sometimes more, maybe. She cheated. We reconciled. We were growing up. It started when we were seventeen. In our twenties we left town. I don’t know if things got worse, or if we just wore down the same nerve endings for so long that it seemed worse.

She cheated again. I didn’t know what to do. Where was the line between allowing myself to be used and insulted, and becoming possessive and jealous?

A question seemed to jump out at me from everywhere. In my apartment, which never felt safe and inviting but instead either felt like a prison or a tomb, the question knocked on the door and echoed in the walls at night. From my frustrated and angry family who watched their son and brother drop to dark and painful lows, the question was in arched eyebrows and tight-lipped frowns and the occasional quiet, breathy muttering. It jumped from all the beer bottles of my single friends and from every pretty girl that smiled as she walked past. “Why do you stick around?”

Sometimes I wonder if I did the right thing.

How could I know? How could I trust? How could I be comfortable and happy again? How could I leave when I didn't know for sure? When she cried and begged me to stay? When the difference between knowing and not knowing was a decision between staying in spite of my pain only to be used and depressed or leaving and breaking the heart of a girl struggling against her demons in a genuine attempt to improve herself? How could I stay in spite of the rumors? How could I leave and withdraw my support and love? What would happen to me if I stayed? What would happen to her if I left?

What would happen to Eric?

I stayed because it was the right thing to do. Because somewhere I believed that if I could be better, things would get better. I worked hard to provide. I worked hard to be in good humor. I worked hard to show affection. Don’t yell. Don’t judge. Be supportive. Encourage her to go out with friends. Encourage her to get a job. Nothing changed. She cheated again.

And then it was too much. Her life was her own. I couldn’t be responsible for keeping her afloat anymore. Whatever mistakes she would make would be her own. I couldn't be her self-appointed psychological bodyguard anymore. She would have to face the consequences of her own actions. But what would happen to Eric?

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By the look on his face you might have guessed that I told him his hamster had died. You might have guessed that a favorite toy had been broken, or a zoo trip had been cancelled. That look of dread and sadness – of anguish – and helplessness, it should never be associated with an eleven year old child. I knew that look, and the most heartbreaking aspect was the fear.

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After we broke up she was back in our hometown within two days, settled in with her mother. Two days after that her new boyfriend had settled in with her. It hurt, but I wasn't terribly surprised, and besides, this isn’t about me.

She was back in. Bad. I wonder how blind I was. I wonder if she ever really quit. She bounced back and forth between the old town, and the new town. Shipping, probably. She looked worse every time I saw her. I tried to talk to her, to remind her that she could choose to be different. We are who we choose to become. She didn’t care. An addict’s primary function is always addict.

Of course she was arrested. She avoided prison, somehow. She’s in Christian rehab for a year. I tried for nine years. I never locked her in a basement and read her the bible, though, maybe brainwashing will do the trick. In the meantime Eric stays with his grandmother, and me on weekends.

And sometimes, I wonder if I did the right thing.

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So a couple of weeks ago I had waited around until around nine a.m. I could leave town and do my route and end up in the old town around one, drop him off and be home by two-thirty. I walked into his room and turned on the snake’s light. I shut off the DVD player that had been repeating the Futurama title screen for who knows how long. I shook him gently and said “Eric. Hey Eric, wake up, buddy.”

His eyes opened, he looked miffed for a second, then cocked his head as if to ask me what was going on. Eyes wide, but barely focused.

“My route ends up in the old town, I need to take you with me so I can just drop you off and not use up more gas to drive all the way back again.”

By the look on his face, you might have guessed that I told him his hamster had died. The face of an eleven year old boy bottling up what he couldn't change.  Trying to be a man. It was the look of someone pleading against the universe and enduring an internal struggle against the titan of agony. It was the looked of the condemned.

Just the look on his face scared me. I asked him what was wrong; he said “nothing.” I asked him “you don’t want to go home?” He said “No.”

“Why?”

“I just. I-“ Tears now flowed from his eyes. His voice cracked and whined. “They just yell at me."

I know their tempers. I know their ways. I know their alcohol intake. It’s no place for a child to grow up, just look at my ex. I raised Eric for nine years to be willful, intelligent, curious and free. I want him to feel safe and happy. I know what its like to feel unsafe, to tread lightly, to fear the reactions of people bigger than me. I know what it feels like to lose hope. I do the best I can when he is here with me, but I don’t have any power to help beyond that.

“It’s ok,” I said. “Just hang out here, play the xbox or watch TV, I’ll be back to get you after my route.”

“No. I’ll go with you," He was shouldering a burden that wasn't his. "I don’t want to cost you money to drive back and forth too much.”

Tears shot to my eyes. I help up a scolding finger and started to talk, but my throat refused. I had to reset myself and swallow the emotion before I could get the words out, “No, that’s – you don’t worry about that. What I make and how much I spend is my concern, you let me worry about it. Money is garbage next to people.”

Now *I* was fighting back tears and trying to be a man, and for a moment maybe Eric and I had the same expression on our faces.  I gave him some money for lunch and went about my work and all day my thoughts raced and scattered and collected and formed visions and memories and near the end, in the middle of a field of tall milo, alone and invisible, I cried. I sobbed into my palms like a child.

I wanted the day to stop. I didn’t want to have to go home and tell him that it was now time to go. I didn’t want to have to deliver him into unworthy and dangerous hands.

I felt like I was being forced to deliver my little boy to the gallows.

And sometimes I wonder if I did the right thing.

title: The Right Thing. I need some honest and, if necessary, brutal feedback.

question: Explain the narrator's relationship with Eric?

answer: Eric appears to be the narrator's son. The narrator worries for him and tries his best to take care of Eric, who is afraid to go home.

question: Who is Eric's mother?

answer: The narrator indicates that Eric's mother is an addict who recently escaped a prison sentence to enter rehab. It is not explicitly stated that she is Eric's mother, but it is strongly implied.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: A man struggles with his past when deciding what the right thing to do is. He questions a past relationship and his relationship with his son Eric.


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Slipping up while in college is basically a rite of passage. I made so many mistakes at Indiana University – many of which I would never admit publicly – that reminiscing on my college years comes with a heavy dose of embarrassment.

Thankfully, most mistakes made while at university are temporary. They may have short-term consequences, but drinking tickets and dorm infractions don’t tend to follow you into adult life. Financial mistakes, on the other hand, can be a little stickier.

College may seem like a safe little bubble, but money is still money. The cash you blow on parties and takeout doesn’t magically get reimbursed once you earn a diploma. Beyond that, the bad habits you develop during these crucial years can haunt you for decades to come. Trust me – I’ve been there.

Here are some of the biggest mistakes I made in college, and how you can avoid them.

Not Keeping a Budget

My forays into budgeting as a college student usually fizzled out. Like a New Year’s resolution, I’d make a firm commitment and then give up after a few weeks.

When I was a second-semester senior, I decided to finally buckle down and stick to a budget. Graduation was fast approaching and I knew I hadn’t been handling my money responsibly. It was time to get serious about budgeting before I entered the real world.

At first it was really hard. I wasn’t used to depriving myself, and seeing how much I was wasting on eating out and buying new clothes was a hard pill to swallow. It wasn’t until I started my first real job after college that I finally got the hang of budgeting – but it took a lot of trial and error.

If you’re interested in starting a budget, set up a Mint account and try tracking your expenses for a few weeks. Knowing where your money is going could be enough to change your behavior and establish better spending habits.

Not Making Loan Payments While in School

Did you know you can start paying off your student loans while you’re still in school? Yeah, I didn’t either.

When I was in college, I was certain I’d find a well-paying job after graduation. My loan balance was filed under the “worry about it later” category. It wasn’t until much later that I learned a hard truth – if I had paid just $50 a month, I could have saved hundreds in accrued interest.

Start paying back those loans as soon as possible, even if you can only afford ten bucks a month. You’ll still make a dent in the total balance, and the solid repayment habits you develop in college will pay dividends when life gets crazy after graduation.

Not Researching My Student Loans

I knew while applying to college that I’d have to subsidize my tuition with student loans. Before I made my decision, my parents told me to pick an affordable school where I wouldn’t need to borrow more money than I expected to earn in my first year out of school.

I wanted to be a journalist, and the average starting salary for a reporter was around $26,000 a year. I planned to take out $24,000 total, so I felt good borrowing slightly less than my future salary.

That was the only research I did into my student loans. I didn’t examine what my monthly payments would be or what it would be like to actually live on $30,000 a year while repaying my balance.

When I graduated, I got a job making $28,000 a year and was shocked when my first student loan payment came due. The minimum payment was $350 – or 20% of my take-home pay.  After rent, utilities, groceries, gas and loans, I had little left over to save for retirement, travel or spend on hobbies.

If you’re not sure how much money you’ve borrowed, it’s time to take a closer look. I had so many friends in college who had no idea how much they were taking out. A few years ago, my alma mater, Indiana University, started sending out annual letters to current students showing them how much they’d pay every month. The result? Borrowing dropped 16%.

Talk to your financial aid office about your loans and see if you can take out less next year. If you’re using loans for living expenses, consider getting a part-time job to cover those instead. The less you borrow now, the less you’ll have to repay down the line.

Succumbing to Peer Pressure

When I was in high school, I heard a lot of lectures about peer pressure. Teachers told us not to do things just because the “cool kids” were doing it. They’d tell us to avoid alcohol and drugs and stick to our own values.

Unfortunately, no one explained how your peers could pressure you to spend more money. I can recount dozens of instances where I didn’t want to go out for dinner or go shopping, but gave in because my friends were doing it.

It’s so tempting to live the good life in college, putting off the stress of adult life until after graduation, but it’s also important to learn how to say no and think about long-term consequences. You can always strike a balance between having fun and staying on top of your responsibilities.

Not Applying for More Scholarships

Students usually assume the only time to apply for scholarships is before they start college. The thing is, there are plenty of scholarships available for current students. While I applied for a couple scholarships during my time in school, I didn’t take the applications seriously.

I told myself applying for scholarships was a waste of time. “What’s the point,” I’d think. “I probably won’t get it.”

That line of thinking probably cost me thousands of dollars, and it wasn’t until I was repaying my loans that I realized how much money I’d left on the table. If it seems like a hassle to apply for a $500 scholarship, consider how long it would take you to earn that amount in the real world.

Avoiding Credit

One of the biggest mistakes a college student can do is not track their credit history. A credit report is like a financial grade that lenders, landlords and sometimes even employers use to gauge your creditworthiness. If you have a low credit score or no credit, you probably won’t qualify for an apartment by yourself and will need a cosigner.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to worry too much about my credit while I was in college. My parents made me an authorized user on their credit cards, so while I was attending class and partying on the weekends my credit history was slowly growing.

If you don’t have a credit card right now, and you think your parents could be in a position to help, ask your parents if you can become an authorized user on their card or ask them to cosign on a student credit card.

Using a credit card to improve your credit history is simple if you have great self control. Pay a couple small bills with your card every month and then pay the balance in full once the monthly statement posts. Doing so regularly can give you a huge leg up after graduation.

But do remember a credit limit is not “free money” and should be looked at as a tool for your financial health. A credit card only has benefits if you pay it off in full every month, carrying over debt could be problematic for your financial future.

_THIS BLOG POST DOES NOT CONSTITUTE, AND SHOULD NOT BE CONSIDERED A SUBSTITUTE FOR LEGAL OR FINANCIAL ADVICE. EACH FINANCIAL SITUATION IS DIFFERENT, THE ADVICE PROVIDED IS INTENDED TO BE GENERAL. PLEASE CONTACT YOUR FINANCIAL OR LEGAL ADVISORS FOR INFORMATION SPECIFIC TO YOUR SITUATION._

question: What does the author feel about mistakes made at college?

answer: The author made many mistakes about which he is badly embarrassed. Most of those mistakes are temporary in nature. The more serious mistakes are, in his view, financial mistakes because these can have long term consequences.

question: What is the purpose of this article?

answer: The author has written the article to cover some of the solutions to mistakes that he made in college. The purpose of doing this is to help other students to avoid the financial mistakes that he made. He goes through how to budget and how to ensure that you reduce your student loans to a minimum.

question: Why does the author believe that it is important for students to have a credit card?

answer: A credit card used responsibly is necessary for for good health. You need credit history and good credit score even to rent your own apartment. So students should get a credit card and ensure that it is settled at the end of every month.

question: Where did the author get his student loans from?


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"You need to stop following me around like this." She seemed angry when she said it.

"What do you mean?"

I honestly didn't feel like I had done anything wrong, but I was starting to feel dumb, like a young boy being shamed by a parent. It could have been the fact that I was starting to realize that I had been naive, or it could have been the crowd. Most likely it was a mixture of the two.

"You've been following me around like a puppy dog all night!" There was anger in her voice and I could hear it now. Clearly. This definitely was not good, but it wasn't over yet, and she continued. "It's been 2 years! It's over, ok? I'm done with it."

The only thing I could think to say was, "Well what about last night?"

I could almost hear my own pathetic desperation. The reality of the situation was crashing down on me. I want to say that I started running through the entire experience of this relationship, but that wouldn't be quite right. It was more like something I imagine people who are dying experience, when their entire life flashes before their eyes. I didn't like what I was seeing.

In this exact moment it became just me and her. I've never quite felt anything like that moment. Life outside of it just ceased to exist.

"Last night was a mistake."

Those words just rang in my head. Here I am in this moment where everything outside just doesn't exist around me, and all that's filling the void are her words. I thought to myself, "how could I be a mistake? What the hell happened? When did everything change?"

I don't remember saying anything, but I guess she could tell from the look of disbelief on my face exactly what I was thinking, because she put out her hand in front of me. One act of complete and definitive proof.

It was perfectly still.

I couldn't even believe what was I was seeing. In front of me was the girl that I was crazy about, who gave me feelings of love that I've never felt before, holding out her hand that used to shake just from standing near me. It was a gesture that said everything. 10,000 words summed up with a single movement, like sign language that my soul could understand.

My mind was still while I was looking at her hand, and slowly the world started seeping back in. I realized where I was, I realized what she was saying. It was over.

I finally took my gaze off her hand and looked around. Everyone was looking at me. I realize now that the moment seemed so quiet because everyone was watching this unfold. An audience for the most painful moment of my life.

I didn't say a damn thing. What the hell could I say? Even if I tried to explain what I was feeling I don't think I could have. I was feeling heartbreak for the first time in my life. So I left. I just walked away. I walked back into the house, up the stairs, and out the front door.

I'm not sure when I started crying, but I did. The whole situation was overwhelming. I just wanted to get the hell out of there, so I got in my car. I quickly realized that I couldn't leave. I was drunk and knew I couldn't drive.

I was fucking stuck in the worst place I've ever been. The worst feelings I've ever had were everywhere, and I couldn't get away. I wasn't even in my own city. I was 500km from my own house.
I don't remember the details of what came after. I remember crying in the car with my best friend beside me, who was oddly emotionless. I have no idea if he was feeling for me and didn't know how to deal with it, or if he didn't feel much but was there because he felt like he should be.

After being in the car for a bit, I remember talking to her, and she was crying too. She was telling me how she didn't mean to make me cry.

I don't remember how I got back to Jack's house, where I was staying for the weekend. I remember he didn't come with me. It was me, my brother, and my best friend, John. They kept telling me we should just leave, and drive home right now. I kept telling them it was a bad idea, and I remember yelling at them when they just wouldn't listen to me. They even took my car and filled it up with gas so we could leave right then. I think they got how bad I was feeling, and understood that I really needed to leave, but we didn't. We stayed.
Huge mistake.
My brother and my friend went and blazed with her the next night. That hurt too. Aren't your friends supposed to hate people you hate? That still seems like bullshit to me.
Either way, we hugged and said good-bye at the end of the night. I told her I forgave her so that she wouldn't feel bad, and made some stupid joke. I hate that I did that. Why the hell should I care how she feels? She clearly didn't care how I felt when she broke my heart in middle of a fucking party.

As she and I are walking in opposite directions, to never see each other again, what the hell do I decide to do? I fucking looked back. I put the nail in my own god damn coffin, where I'd be buried in self-loathing.
She broke my heart. She got to have fun on the last night I was there. She blazed and hung out with my friends. She got the feel ok with it because I told her it was. And I fucking looked back.

I left my dignity, and that precious piece of my soul that carries the capacity for trust, behind that night.

title: Does this story make you understand the intensity of heartbreak? Do you feel for the narrator? (not a true story)

question: How does the narrator come to lose his sense of trust?

answer: After his heart is broken, his brother and his best friend go and have fun with the girl who broke his heart. The narrator must've felt abandoned at that point.

question: Explain the narrator's loss of dignity after he looks back at his ex while leaving.

answer: After his heart is broken, and his friend and his brother enjoy a day with his ex while he suffers alone, he manages to say goodbye. But, he also says everything was OK, implying that it was fine that his supposed support structure was there supporting her instead. Then, he looks back at her one last time, giving a sense of dependency to her and making him the loser in an emotional sense.


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This is what I have so far. Criticism is greatly appreciated and if you guys like it I can add more.

                                         **Sleep Yet**

 	The man awoke, startled as if from a nightmare, yet he recalled no dreams. He sat up and took stock of the

blank room he found himself in. There was a shattered mirror set on a table to his right. A large door could be

found opposite his bed, intact, with the exception of a large gash in the wood where all the light in the room

 seeped from. The most curious object however, was a rather bland looking table with three drawers. It was

approximately 2 feet long and just as wide, with enough height that a chair could be pulled up and an average

sized man could uncomfortably sit. He stiffly shuffled to the mirror. Upon inspection he could see that he was only

 lightly wounded, a few scratches on his face, a  laceration above his eyebrow and a lightly blackened eye. What

really caught his attention though was the amount of stubble visible at least 3 days worth. The man had no

recollection of even coming to this room, let alone having been here for more than a few hours. That’s when it hit

him. He didn’t remember much at all. He reached into the pits of his mind, trying to drag out even the most

superfluous details. Nothing. Not even a date. He made his way to the table, his joints groaning from the

movement, whether from over or under use the man couldn’t say. The rightmost drawer opened easily enough,

revealing a note. After close scrutinization he determined the note to befit the work of either . It read: “My

sanctum, my home. Ye come, I go. Divinity’s blessing, upon us all. Beware, take stock, heed my thoughts, away,

away we go. Learn not what passes, yet to all be keen. My heart, for all within, bleeds.”

title: Sleep Yet

question: Summarize everything that happened to the man.

answer: The man is startled awake in an unfamiliar room that only has a bed, a shattered mirror, and a table with three drawers. He recalls no dreams and doesn't remember how or why he ended up here. The man has a three-day stubble, a black eye and scratches on his face but is otherwise OK except for his memory loss. He finds an obscure note in one of the table's drawers. The only thing that makes sense from the note is that the room is another person's home - a sanctum - and that the person goes when someone is occupying the room.


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In shogi, SLEEVE ROOK or RIGHT THIRD FILE ROOK or SIDEWAYS ROOK or SIDESTEPPED ROOK (袖飛車 _sodebisha_) is a Static Rook opening in which the rook is moved to the third file if played by Black or the seventh file if played by White.

Aside from being its own opening, a Sleeve Rook formation is used in some variations of several different openings. For instance, there are Sleeve Rook variations of the Double Fortress and of different Static Rook vs Ranging Rook openings.

History

The Sleeve Rook opening is one of the oldest shogi openings appearing around the same time as the Black's Static Rook vs White's Traditional Ranging Rook type of openings and the Wrong Diagonal Bishop (thus predating other old openings such as Fortress, etc).[1]

The adjacent diagram shows a game from 1614 between Sansa Hon'inbō (Black) and (White), the first Meijin. Hon'inbō is playing a Sleeve Rook position against Ōhashi's Static Rook.[2]

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title: Sleeve Rook

question: What is a Sleeve Rook?

answer: The sleeve rook or sodebisha, is a formation in the game of shogi. It is also called as a right third file rook, sideways rook, or a sidestepped rook.

question: What constitutes a sodebisha?

answer: It begins with an opening move. For black, move the rook to the third file. For white, move the rook to the seventh file.

question: How old is this move?

answer: An exact age in years is not given, but this opening move is considered to be one of the oldest shogi openings as it appears around the same time as Black's Static Rook vs White's Traditional Ranging Rook type of openings  and the Wrong Diagonal Bishop (thus predating other old openings such as Fortress, etc).

question: Is there specific proof for the dating of the move?

answer: While it was not specified if this was the specific proof used, the article does mention that there is proof that the sleeve rook was used in a 1614 match between Sansa Honinbo and the first meijin.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The sleeve rook, or the sodeshiba, appeared in history as early as 1614 during a match between Sansa Honinbo and the first meijin. It is an opening formation made by moving the rook to black's third file (or white's seventh file).


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Matthew woke from what he believed to be a long and sufficient sleep. He tallied off the events of the day, but could not recall any. As his eyes opened he attempted to adjust to darkness, but found himself unable to, it was an absolute dark. He saw the sort of blackness where it was easy to see the shifting of colors that his own eye projected. This was not normal at all, Matthew lived, somewhere, he seemed to have forgotten.
As his arms to awaken, and his body began to feel again, Matthew lifted his head, but a body did not greet his vision. It was still an opaque dark. He knew what to do. Motioning his arms to feel his stomach, his arm passed farther than anticipated. A feeling somewhere in his body felt an extreme anxiety, the feeling one produces when contemplating death for extended amounts of time. His mind was flooded with the horror that he was disembodied, he suddenly felt colder, but it was only his mind was telling him that warmth still existed. He opened his mouth to scream, but no noise came out.
It had been an insurmountable amount of time since Matthew had sensed anything. A moment was an eternity and an eternity a moment.
He had grown used to a world without stimuli, what traces of memories left were gone. Matthew forgot about his past physical body, he became massless and volume-less in a sea of nothingness.
“Hello?”
Matthew’s mind was flooded with information at what seemed to be a sound. His mind raced to interpret what he had ‘heard.’
“Hello?”
“Y-Yes?”
For an eon Matthew heard nothing. Again, he grew used to nothingness. For what seemed an interval of years, he swore that his eyes could see pure black instead of nothing. He dismissed this notion, having no eyes at all.
“Are you there?”
Matthew had hoped this moment would come again, he had practiced a response.
“Y-Y-Yeah, who are you?”
“You.”
“No, not me, who are you?”
“Yes, I am you.”
Matthew felt more fear than when he first entered this place. If it was true that the voice he had just talked to was his own, any chance of ever getting out was hopeless.
It had been ages since anything had ever happened. Matthew could not speak, and he could not think anymore, his impulses and senses were gone. Matthew forgot about himself.

title: In A Sea Of Nothingness

question: Why was it completely black when Matthew woke?

answer: Matthew has no eyes, he is disembodied.

question: Where does Matthew live?

answer: Matthew narrates this as a disembodied consciousness. Physical Matthew contacts him and he realizes any chance of getting out was hopeless.

question: What did Matthew do during the day?

answer: Matthew's consciousness exists somewhere. He contacts himself, causing more fear in the disembodies consciousness.

question: Why was it so utterly black around him?

answer: It is nothingness, Matthew forgot about himself.

question: Write a ~6 sentence summary.

answer: Matthew wakes disembodied and without memories. After examining his new state of being, he gets used to the nothingness. When he is contacted a second time, he asks who is contacting him. The voice confirms that it is himself. Matthew knows that any chance of getting out was hopeless. Matthew forgets about himself.


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Ashes, a tee shirt, and a mental slideshow. That's all I have left. I gently pressed my face into the tee shirt, waiting for the scent to take me on a winding trail of memories. Mental snapshots took life, moving slowly, with blissful happiness. That place, those smiles, these uncertain days. I rejected my raging sea of emotions, only hoping to delay the storm surge for a while longer.

Snap me back into my world, how I welcome and despise it. I lifted the plain tee shirt from my face, and put it into a small bag, and sealed it shut. Beside it, a small jar that contained everything I'd ever allowed close. It was the only other part that understood who I was. I gripped it tightly. More memories began to flow, the levees had finally given way.

Beach, stars, gentle rumbling of waves on the smooth white sand. The air was totally still, only gentle wafting scents hinted at the fact the world was still slowly churning on. There, beside me, you sat. I was accepted wholly here, no regrets. A thick band of stars became obscured by soft light, making a thin dotted white strip across the sky. I wish you could still join me on those nights, watching the Milky Way rise. We used to sit here, picking out which stars we would visit before time ended. Everything blurred again.

Face to face, eyes locked. We handed each other ear-buds, small grins traversing our faces. Our song came on, along with all those warm feelings. Late night fields filled with life, grass gently swaying in the midnight breeze. Starlight softly illuminated our world, everything became so tranquil. Peacefulness, happiness.

Sunlight began to warm my cheeks. I furrowed my brows, I wasn't ready to leave just yet. I don't want to let go, I want to stay here. Why can't time grant me this one favor? Just one more experience, one more memory. One last souvenir to bury my stinging emotions with.

I sat, looking over the field. Our field. Painful awareness had taken control for now. A jar of ash and a tee shirt, that's what all of this had been reduced to. No breathing, laughing, heartbeat, smile, watery blue eyes, nothing anymore. Carbon atoms, back to the way we both used to be, before the beginning of the world.

Supernovas, the crucibles of our Universe that finally gave way. Your atoms had begun the journey back without mine to go with them. This haunting scientific realization meshed itself to my feelings. Everything you are to me, everything you were, could be, had been. My thoughts and reality pulsated, briefly merging with each other.

I lost all control. Tears, hurt, and loss all rushed forward from every fiber in my being. I felt myself tear open, shattering into tiny pieces. Fear began to settle in. I fear that this beautiful maze of chance might never repeat itself again.

Supernovas, where it all began. Where the lighter elements were fused into the atoms of life. This is where our story began. We exploded forth into this existence, atoms mashing and combining together. Our Universe ignited these elements in the void, watching as our miracle took place. It haunts me to think about us in this way. How, after all those billions of years, we came into contact, unaware of the framework allowing for this to happen.

All I want when my days come to an end, is to explode with you once more. I want to surge outwards again, your atoms with mine. I want the maze to send us as wanderers across each other's paths again. I want to feel the same instant connection I felt when we met. I want to know that feeling of faint familiarity and unyielding curiosity, and it's absolute pull.

I want to build a home in it all.

-Dedicated to Kathryn

title: Build a Home

question: Whose tee shirt is the narrator holding?

answer: It may be assumed that the narrator is holding his deceased partner's tee shirt.

question: Has someone close to the narrator passed away?

answer: Yes, the narrator's partner has passed away.

question: Who is the narrator?

answer: This information can't be found.

question: Why was the narrator fearful?

answer: The narrator feared that he would never get the chance to meet the love of his life again and that history may never repeat itself.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer:
The narrator sat with ashes, a tee-shirt, and a slideshow of memories. It was that was left of his beloved. Lost in thoughts of all the places they visited, the beaches, fields, star-gazing, he loses control and breaks down.
All he longs for is to be with his lover once more but, he's fearful that history may never repeat.


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LEONEL KAPLAN (born November 21, 1973) is an Argentine trumpet player active in free improvisation. He has been part of the international improvised music scene since the early 2000s, performing and recording throughout Latin America, Europe, and the U.S.

History

Kaplan worked with percussionist Diego Chamy and trumpeter Axel Dörner first. The trio album debut _Absence_ (Creative Sources) was recorded in Buenos Aires in 2003 and was followed by European presentations, including festivals such as Musique et Quotidian Sonore and the NPAI Festival. Kaplan's collaborations around that time involved him on tours with Le Quan Ninh, Michel Doneda, Wade Matthews, Bhob Rainey & Greg Kelley (Nmpering), and Ivar Grydeland (Huntsville).

In 2005 after daily rehearsal and exploration for 20 days in upstate New York, Kaplan formed Silo Trio with trumpeter Nate Wooley and cellist Audrey Chen. The trio released _Silo_ (Utech Records) the same year and toured Belgium, France, Germany, Netherlands, and England in the winter of 2006, and during late September they traveled through the Midwest, South, and East Coast of the U.S.

Kaplan also played extensively with Japanese drummer Tatsuya Nakatani. In 2007 they were invited to perform at the Festival of New Trumpet in New York City by trumpeter Dave Douglas. Other collaborations included tours and recordings with French clarinetist Xavier Charles, the large improvisation group No Spaghetti Edition Ensamble, dancers Nicole Bindler, Andrea Fernández and Ly Thanh Tiên, and a trumpet piece commissioned by Jennifer Allora & Guillermo Calzadilla for a work entitled “Wake Up” written for the Renaissance Society in Chicago.

Since 2007 he has been working in a duo with Christof Kurzmann (sometimes amplified by Edén Carrasco, John Butcher, George Cremaschi or dancer Nicole Bindler) playing in Argentina, Uruguay, Chile, and Austria. Kaplan and Kurzmann's music has been showcased in recordings like _Una Casa/Observatorio_ (Three Chairs Records, 2011) and _Casa Corp_ (Dromos Records, 2012), both with Chilean saxophonist Edén Carrasco and _Shortening Distances_ (L'innomable, 2013) with British saxophonist John Butcher.

More Kaplan's recordings through that time include _Moments of Falling Petals_ (Dromos, 2009), with Edén Carrasco and Tetuzi Akiyama (Audition Records, 2011) compiling unreleased recordings from the Diego Chamy, Axel Dörner, and Ivar Grydeland era, and a solo trumpet track issued as part of Another Timbre's Anonymous Zone project (Another Timbre, 2013).

In 2011 Kaplan formed a duo with trumpeter Birgit Ulher. Their first album in 2015 called _Stereo Trumpet_ was released by Relative Pitch Records. Both musicians have played together for many years, having toured Argentina, Chile, and Germany repeatedly. In 2013 he started a new project with Austrian sine waves minimalistic Klaus Filip. The album _Tocando Fondo_ was released on Another Timbre (UK) in November 2015.

Discography

-   Various Artists (2019) _New Improvised Music from Buenos Aires_. ESP-Disk
-   Klaus Filip & Leonel Kaplan (2015). _Tocando Fondo_. Another Timbre
-   Birgit Ulher & Leonel Kaplan (2015). _Stereo Trumpet_. Relative Pitch Records
-   John Butcher, Christof Kurzmann & Leonel Kaplan (2013). _Shortening Distances_. L’innomable
-   Christof Kurzmann, Edén Carrasco & Leonel Kaplan (2012). _Casa Corp_. Dromos Records
-   Christof Kurzmann, Edén Carrasco & Leonel Kaplan (2011). _Una Casa/Observatorio_. Three Chairs Recordings
-   Ivar Grydeland, Leonel Kaplan, Axel Dörner & Diego Chamy (2011). _Portraits 2004_. Audition Records
-   Tetuzi Akiyama, Edén Carrasco & Leonel Kaplan (2009). _Moments of Falling Petals_. Dromos Records
-   Nate Wooley, Audrey Chen & Leonel Kaplan (2006). _Silo_. Utech Records
-   Axel Dörner, Leonel Kaplan & Diego Chamy (2005). _Absence_. Creative Sources

Appears on

“A Second Shadow” (Recorded 022) - Christine Sehnaoui
“Sixty Interpretations of Sixty Seconds of Sixty Solo Improvisers” (AP 04) - Various Artists -
“Then & Now” (Trost Records 120) - Christof Kurzmann
“Theoral No.8” (Theoral) - Christof Kurzmann

title: Leonel Kaplan

question: What does the article say about Kaplan's approach to music?

answer: He's a trumpet improviser who likes to collaborate with other musicians a lot. He worked in different trios for his first and second albums in 2003 and 2006, respectively, while also collaborating with other artists on live shows. The first trio included him, another trumpeter, and a percussionist while the second duo was similar, two trumpeters and a cellist. He's been part of a duo with Christof Kurzmann since 2007; the duo has two albums to their name. They work with other musicians or the dancer Nicole Bindler from time to time. Kaplan is in another duo with Birgit Ulher since 2011, a trumpeter like him. They released an album in 2015. Kaplan started a new project with sine waves minimalistic Klaus Filip in 2013.

question: What does the text say about the synergy between trumpet and other instruments?


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PLEASE VISIT OUR JEWISH ABOLITION MOVEMENT SECTION, WHERE YOU CAN FIND RESOURCES AND OTHER INFORMATION, INCLUDING SERMONS, AND THE EXCELLENT WORK UNDERTAKEN BY THE DEATH PENALTY ACTION GROUP.

YOU CAN FIND THIS SECTION HERE:

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_"WE SHOULD FIGHT AGAINST THE DEATH PENALTY 100%, REGARDLESS OF THE CRIME – THAT IS MY BELIEF, AND HAS ALWAYS BEEN MY BELIEF." RANDY E HALPRIN_

DEAR VISITOR,

We welcome you to this site with open arms!

We would firstly like to invite you to visit our 'RANDY'S CASE' section where you will find a full and frank outline of Randy's case, and our 'CAMPAIGN' section where we will post updates and information as and when we can.

We would like to make it clear from the outset that Randy does NOT have access to the internet, or to a computer. This is NOT a fan site or a forum in which to ask for legal or financial support, and all decisions and posts regarding this site are made solely by Randy's close friends.

Over the 16 years Randy has been on death row, many people have visited his website to keep up with his life and how his appeals are progressing. We realise that since his execution date was issued last year, we now have many, many more visitors to the site and we would like to welcome all of you, and thank you for your support. As you will already know, Randy received a Stay of Execution on 4th October, 2019, and we are now entering a new phase in our fight.

As well as fighting for Randy's life, the purpose of our work on this website is to bring your attention to Randy's life, as we believe that he deserves another chance. The facts in Randy's case fully support our belief that he is NOT a killer, and should NOT be executed. There is a wealth of information on this website relating to Randy, his life, and his case; and in reading about his life as it is now - through his own personal writings - we hope you will come to the same conclusion and share his story with other people.

We realise that some of you will enter Randy's world cynically, and perhaps even condemningly...However, what you will read on this website is a true reflection of the person Randy is today. Reading through his journals and memoirs will show the reader that Randy is not only aware of the mistakes he has made in his life, but that he also takes responsibility for those mistakes - it would be very difficult to fake the type of growth we have seen blossom in Randy, over the last decade or so of his writings.

In Randy's _Memoirs_ (which you can read under the 'MEMOIRS' tab) he has told the story of his youth in great detail...For years, Randy has expressed to his friends his wish to 'give back' in some way, and in telling his story very openly, he hopes that this will help parents to recognise the warning signs that their children are struggling, and also help young people to not end up on the same road as he did. During the time that Randy wrote his _Memoirs_ he went through a very tough roller-coaster of emotions, but with the support and encouragement of his loved ones, he made it to the end.

We ultimately hope that you will leave this site with a clearer understanding of the death penalty and how it's applied. For further information, we have posted a list of links to various organisations with whom you can get involved, and lend your support. You can find this list under the 'NEWS' tab. We believe that life on death row should NOT be kept hidden from society, and should be openly talked about if change is to happen. For this reason, our work with Randy aims to educate and inform those who visit our website.

As you delve further into this website, please ask yourselves the following question...

_"Are any of us exactly the same person we were 20 years ago?"_

We hope you will come back and visit for more updates/developments in Randy's case, or, if you would like to get in touch, you can reach us at our email address: friendsofrandyhalprin@gmail.com.

We thank you for taking the time to read about Randy.

THE FRIENDS OF RANDY E. HALPRIN

question: What does the text say about Randy on death row?

answer: Randy was convicted of murder and has been on death row for over 16 years. In 2019 he received a Stay of Execution and is preparing for his new phase. Many of Randy's supporters believe that he deserves another chance as he is not a killer. For many years on death row, Randy has expressed his wish to tell his story openly in hopes of helping parents to recognize the warning signs when children are struggling.


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_ALKALIBACTERIUM_ is a genus in the phylum Firmicutes (Bacteria).[1]

Etymology

The generic name _Alkalibacterium_ derives from: Latin _alkali_ (ashes of saltwort) alkali; and _bacterium_, a small rod, to give “a bacterium living under alkaline conditions”.[2]

Species

The genus contains eight species:[3]

-   _A. iburiense_ Nakajima _et al_. 2005, named for Iburi, the place where the micro-organism was isolated[4]
-   _A. indicireducens_ Yumoto _et al_. 2008, with _indicireducens_ meaning indigo-reducing[5]
-   _A. kapii_ Ishikawa _et al_. 2009, _kapii_ meaning of'' ka-pi'', a Thai fermented shrimp paste[6]
-   _A. olivapovliticus_ corrig. Ntougias and Russell 2001, type species of the genus, with _olivapovliticus_ meaning pertaining to the waste of the olives[7]
-   _A. pelagium_ Ishikawa _et al_. 2009, _pelagium_, of the sea, marine[8]
-   _A. psychrotolerans_ Yumoto _et al_. 2004, with _psychrotolerans_ meaning tolerating a cold environment[9]
-   _A. putridalgicola_ Ishikawa _et al_. 2009, from _putridalgicola_ meaning dweller on putrid marine algae[10]
-   _A. thalassium_ Ishikawa _et al_. 2009 with _thalassium_ meaning of/from the sea[11]

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title: Alkalibacterium

question: What does alkali mean?

answer: Alkali comes from the Latin word that means ashes of saltwort, according to this article.

question: What does bacterium mean?

answer: Bacterium comes from the Latin word that means a small rod.

question: How many Alkalibacterium species were documented in 2009?

answer: 4 species, viz. A. kapii, A. pelagium, A. putridalgicola, A. thalassium.

question: What does Alkalibacterium refer to?

answer: It refers to bacterium living under alkaline conditions.

question: Which species of Alkalibacterium is named for the place it was isolated?

answer: A. iburiense is named for Iburi, the place where the micro-organism was isolated.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Alkalibacterium is a genus in the phylum Firmicutes. It refers to bacteria living under alkaline conditions.


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_OKAFOR'S LAW_ is a 2016 Nigerian romantic comedy drama film written, directed and produced by Omoni Oboli. The film stars Blossom Chukwujekwu, Omoni Oboli, Toyin Aimakhu, Gabriel Afolayan, Ufuoma McDermott, Richard Mofe Damijo, Tina Mba, Kemi Lala Akindoju and Ken Erics.[1][2][3][4]

Plot

The film goes against the view that straight men and women can't just be friends. It brings this true by telling the story of Chucks (Blossom Chukwujekwu) nicknamed by his friends as the Terminator, an ardent player with ladies, whose quest to proving this law to his friends brings him three woman he must re-seduce: Ify (Ufuoma McDermott), Tomi (Toyin Aimakhu) and Ejiro (Omoni Oboli), whose lives have drastically changed. And this must be done within 21 days. This challenge of their various new status makes his quest to win the bet more and more insurmountable as he tries to prove the immortality of the long age law: Okafor's Law.

Cast

-   Blossom Chukwujekwu as Chuks Okafor (a.k.a. Terminator)
-   Toyin Aimakhu as Tomi Tijani
-   Omoni Oboli as Ejiro
-   Gabriel Afolayan as Chuks (a.k.a. Baptist)
-   Ken Erics as Chuks (a.k.a. Fox)
-   Ufuoma McDermott as Ify Omene
-   Richard Mofe Damijo as Mr. Onome
-   Tina Mba as Mom
-   Kemi Lala Akindoju as Onome
-   Mary Lazarus as Kamsi
-   Halima Abubakar as Cassandra
-   Yvonne Jegede as Toyin

Production

The film was shot at locations in Ikorodu, Lagos State.[5]

Release

The film was first released on 12 September 2016 at Toronto International Film Festival, Canada.[6] It was scheduled to be screened on 10 November 2016 at the Stockholm International Film Festival,[7] Sweden and later in April 2017, Nigeria.

Controversy

Upon the film's release at the 2016 Toronto International Film Festival, it was accused of Intellectual property theft by Jude Idada, a writer, who claimed to be the owner of the film's story; he also claimed to have written part of the script; all without appropriate credit or remuneration.[8][9][10] On 24 March 2017, during the premiere of the film, a court injunction was delivered, which prevented the film from being screened at the event, and also from any future screenings.[11][12] However, the injunction was lifted in court on 30 March 2017, due to the lack of enough evidence to justify a suspension of the film's release. The film was allowed to open in theatres on 31 March, as originally scheduled, pending the conclusion of the court proceedings. Furthermore, it is being suggested that part of the box office earnings for _Okafor's Law_ might be up for damages, if the court should rule in favour of Idada.[13]

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title: Okafor's Law

question: What genre is Okafor's Law?

answer: Romantic Comedy.

question: What country was Okafor's Law made in?

answer: Nigeria.

question: Who was in the film?

answer: Blossom Chukwujekwu, Omoni Oboli, Toyin Aimakhu, Gabriel Afolayan, Ufuoma McDermott, Richard Mofe Damijo, Tina Mba, Kemi Lala Akindoju and Ken Erics.

question: What stereotype does the film challenge?

answer: The idea that straight men and women can't be friends.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This article is about a Nigerian romantic comedy film called Okafor that was released in 2016.


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This story was based around the line 'Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer' taken from a poem called The Raven, by Edgar Allan Poe.

As I rode my grey stallion over the sweeping valleys surrounding my kingdom, I came across the morning sun. The penetrating rays shone over the misty lowlands, filling both the skies and the heavens with what seemed like everlasting light. This transcendent aurora beneath me had only just begun its solemn, yet necessary journey, as had I. The crisp chill gently scratched my cheeks, and my long, auburn hair billowed in the wind. In the distance, the outline of a bird could be seen, soaring high up against the clouds, looking for some unsuspecting prey to swoop down upon. I knew that there would be many victims today.

The reds and blues of the enemy were visible on the horizon; a thousand men were ready for battle. I looked back and saw my own army: a mismatch of the young and old, healthy and tired, scraped together in the vain hope of victory. Up until this point I was brave, I understood what I had to do as queen, and rose up to my position in this war. Yet now, I felt tired. The armour was heavy against my weary limbs, my sword too large to raise and my horse unable to carry me through the bloodshed. I collapsed against his tangled mane in anguish, feeling too weak and scared to continue.

I heard the faint sound of a horse's hooves approaching, before I realised that my chieftain was sitting next to me, with a look of worry upon his face. Without making a sound, he reached out, and gently rested his fingers upon my arm. I looked down in shock; it was most unusual, considered deranged even, for someone to talk to, let alone touch, royalty unannounced. Yet, just by looking at his expression, I understood what he was saying. As though I had been gifted by the gods above us, a feeling of strength surged through me. I felt fearless. My soul grew stronger, hesitating then no more. As he returned to his place in the battalion, not a single word having been said, I straightened my back, narrowed my eyes on the sea of arms in front of me, and lead my men into the dark abyss of the unknown.

The thunder of a thousand men running at each other, anticipating collision, rumbled in my ears as I flew down the hill. I watched as the enemy and I approached one another and each individual became clearer to see. One man, stout in shape but strongly built, lead his soldiers with a determined grin, from which a raging howl was emitted. I thought to myself, he probably lived quite a nice life. Maybe he had a family worriedly waiting for his return at home; small children who would never know their father. I did not falter once. The last I saw were the whites of his maddened eyes, before I placed my sword neatly in the centre of his chest.

For three hours we battled on, claiming back our land, inch by inch. Hundreds were dead, but all knew that the sacrifices made that day would be done for the rest of the people, and would not be in vain. The enemy slowly began to retreat, knowing that defeat would soon be upon them. Though we grew tired in our bodies, never did we become faint in our hearts. At last, victory was ours, and we rejoiced. Though looking around, I began to see the deformed and mutilated bodies, contorted into positions of agony before the life had fled from them. Fathers, brothers and uncles filled the grassland, their crimson blood saturating the moist ground. An eerie sadness gripped my stomach, and, fearing that I would become emotional, turned to go.

As I rode back in the direction I had come, I saw my chieftain once again, relieved that he had survived. A broad smile broke out across his face, before I felt something strike my back. Snap. My spine shattered, as the tip of an arrow pierced my skin and entered the flesh. Though it had flown through the air with great force, I just sat there, bewildered as to what had just happened. Surely someone had not dared kill me now? I turned to face my executioner, and saw, lying on the ground, a wounded soldier whom I had presumed dead. We locked eyes, before his became cloudy and his head limply dropped back to the ground. I sat in my saddle for a few seconds longer, before sliding from my seat and falling to the earth myself.

The hope of life quickly began to diminish, and I knew that I was to accept what was about to happen. I stared up into the dark, cloudy sky, and allowed my body to relax. My chieftain once again was at my side, filling my vision, clasping my hands in his. He was trying to say something to me, but I could not hear him. I concentrated on looking at the movements of his mute mouth, and smiled to myself. For the first time, I was not afraid. I embraced the numbness in my body, allowing the ground to hold me. As the light began to fade from my eyes, I thought of home, and knew that my people would be safe. The last thing I felt were the small droplets of rain hitting my face, before I slipped away from my world, and was gone forever.

title: [HF] My Soul Grew Stronger

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

answer: As the narrator rode her horse back in the direction she had come, she felt a strike on her back, causing her to fall onto the ground. The executioner had evidently tried to kill her but all she could do was smile. For the first time ever, the narrator was not afraid and she let herself slip away from the world. She thought of her home and knew her people would be safe. This gave her comfort and allowed her to die in peace.


text:
It was an eerie autumn night. She sat in the house alone, she always did, she had no friends left in this world. As she listened to the wind howl and a branch scratching an upstairs window she was sure tonight would finally be the night, her last ever night in this oversized old lonely house. She was being hunted and knew once caught it would be the end of her. How could this not be the night? She thought to herself. In truth it was just a bad feeling she had because of the eeriness of the night, the sounds and shadows from outside.

She woke. It was 09:02. She made it through the night she realised with great relief. The relief was short lived. Now she was confused, soon she would be angry. She remembered back to last night, she could recall it being about 5am, she must have drifted off then. She had spent the night watching come dine with me. She could remember watching the first three episodes but not the fourth. That means she missed the results. If I didn’t see the results, what was the point in watching the first three episodes she thought to herself raging? She threw a spoon at a window, luckily neither were hurt.

She had to leave this place, they will look here soon she knew. She had no mode of transport, her only option was to hitchhike. This was the countryside, cars were few and far between and the people driving them were likely dangerous. The countryside seemed to bring out the worst in people. The isolation, the questionable gene pool, farming; all ingredients that often produced monstrous results, murderous people at worst. Animal fuckers at best. And hitchhiking was never safe for a young attractive female travelling on her own. Fortunately she was ugly, and middle aged. She may have been younger, her age didn’t matter anyhow. It was her ugly face that may save her. Still she was a woman and travelling alone, so the danger was there.

30 minutes had now passed and she still stood with thumb out. Not one car had passed yet. All she could think about was Dave. She hated Dave. She really hoped Dave didn’t win. Dave was one of the contestants on last nights come dine with me and she hated him, he had stupid plates. “Fucking cunt,” she shouted. It was unrelated to Dave and his stupid plates, she has Tourette’s syndrome.

She was so deep in thought trying to work out who may have won come dine with me that she nearly didn’t notice the car stop. It was a pick up truck, and in truth had seen better days. So had the driver. A lone male, in his 50s, thin wiry hair, crooked yellow teeth, covered in boils, and breath that could kill. “Where you headed lady? He asked. “I need to go to Dukenbury, its about 22 miles from here. Please take me as close as you can”. Dukenbury was remote, it was unlikely he would be passing through to drop her off but anywhere close would be better than here. “As ‘appens, that is where I’m headed lady, I can take you all the way”. Perhaps she should have realised something wasn’t right at this point, but she didn’t. She knew the way to Dukenbury and she knew they had just gone past a right turning that they should have taken. That’s when she knew something was wrong. It was the drivers sat nav, must have been an old one without the new routes programmed in. She was gutted; she knew it would add at least 3 minutes to the journey. They arrived at Dukenbury safe. But 3 minutes later than she would have hoped.
She knew she couldn’t avoid her hunters forever, the hunted will get caught. But if she could just do this one last thing in Dukenbury it wouldn’t matter. She wouldn’t mind being caught then. It would mean the end of her life, but she would have achieved all that wished to anyway. First though she was tired and needed to rest for the task at hand. She checked into a bed and breakfast. It was 15:06 when she put her head down on the pillow. As she woke up she realised that she hadn’t been asleep, it then dawned on her that she hadn’t woke up. It was still 15:06 because literally nothing has happened; she just sketched out a little is all.

As she woke up she chuckled as she remembered earlier when she thought she had woken up but hadn’t even been asleep. She could be stupid some times she thought to herself, although not as stupid as Dave’s plates. That pleased her.

The cafe was only a two-minute walk from the bed and breakfast. Her daughter should be there, she worked there. If she could just find her daughter everything would be OK. As she approached the café however she realised she was being followed. “No not now” she thought, “I’m nearly done, you can’t take me yet”. She burst into a run, so did the pursuer. She ran into the café, the chaser was only a meter behind her now. But there she was, she could see her daughter. “All I have to do is avoid capture for another second” she thought as she sprinted towards her daughter. Her daughter was facing the other way so the woman called out, her daughter turned around, A split second later the woman drove a 7 inch carving knife through her throat. It was brutal.

The woman had been caught now but it didn’t matter, she had done it. She had murdered 10 people. She had always wanted to murder 10 people and finishing with her daughter made it perfect.

title: The Woman

question: What show was the narrator watching?

answer: The narrator was watching come dine with me.

question: Where is the narrator trying to go?

answer: The narrator is going to Dukenbury.

question: How does the narrator get to Dukenbury?

answer: The narrator gets to Dukenbury by hitchhiking.

question: What did the narrator do to her daughter?

answer: The narrator killed her daughter.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator is worried about being caught so hitchhikes to a nearby town. Once there she kills her daughter and is caught by the police, but she is happy that she murdered ten people.


text:
_THIS IS ALICE_ is an American sitcom starring nine-year-old Patty Ann Garrity. The program aired from October 1958 to August 1959 on the NTA Film Network.

Synopsis

_This Is Alice_ focuses on young Alice Holliday (Garrity), a girl who lived in the fictional town of River Glen, Georgia (some sources say River Glen, New Jersey). Phyllis Coates played her mother Clarissa Mae Holliday and Alice's father Chet was played by Tommy Farrell. Kathy Garver (later of _Family Affair_) played Alice's friend, Sally.[1]

39 episodes were produced and directed by Sidney Salkow for National Telefilm Associates and filmed at Desilu Productions. The series aired at 8:00 on Thursday nights. Production of the series halted in mid-1959, but previously aired episodes continued to air as late as July 1961.[2]

Episode status

All 39 episodes are held by the UCLA Film and Television Archive.[3]

[1]

[2] Classic TV Archive - _This is Alice_

[3] UCLA Film and Television Archive

title: This Is Alice

question: Who was the star of This is Alice?

answer: This is Alice stars Patty Ann Garrity.

question: What film network did This is Alice air on?

answer: This is Alice aired on the NTA Film Network.

question: Who played Sally on This is Alice?

answer: Kathy Garver played Sally on This is Alice.

question: What time and day did This is Alice air on?

answer: This is Alice aired on Thursdays at 8:00.

question: How many episodes did This is Alice have?

answer: This is Alice had 39 episodes.

question: What town does This is Alice take place in?

answer: This is Alice takes place in River Glen, Georgia.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: This is Alice was an American television show. It aired from 1958-59 on the NTA Film Network. It starred Patty Ann Garrity and had 39 episodes.


text:
If you are concerned about yourself or someone else, there are many resources and sources of support available.

Talk to your doctor about:

-   your substance use
-   the health risks associated with substance use
-   ways to reduce your risks
-   what resources may be available to you

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| -   Rapid Access Addiction Clinics (RAAC): provides assistance        |
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question: What substances are commonly abused?

answer: Crack/cocaine, crystal Meth, ecstasy, fentanyl, opioids, oxycontin, hallucinogens, heroin, marijuana and hash, and methadone.

question: How can talking to a doctor help a person with substance abuse?

answer: A doctor can give a person information on the health risks associated with substance abuse and provide help to overcome it.

question: What are some local supports for substance abuse available in Canada?

answer: Here24/7, Rapid Access Addiction Clinics (RAAC), Withdrawal Management (Detox) at Grand River Hospital.

question: Are there numbers a person can call for help in substance abuse?

answer: Yes.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Various local supports, helplines, and resources are available for drug addicts in Canada.


text:
jump the gun

To start something before it is permissible, appropriate, or advisable. The phrase alludes to starting to run in a foot race before the starting gun goes off. Henry jumped the gun and sent the proofs to the printer before the boss approved them, and she was not happy. I probably jumped the gun with announcing our engagement before everyone was there, but I was just too excited.

Farlex Dictionary of Idioms. © 2015 Farlex, Inc, all rights reserved.

jump the gun

_Fig._ to start before the starting signal. (Originally used in sports contests that are started by firing a gun.) We all had to start the race again because Jane jumped the gun. When we took the test, Tom jumped the gun and started early.

McGraw-Hill Dictionary of American Idioms and Phrasal Verbs. © 2002 by The McGraw-Hill Companies, Inc.

jump the gun

Start doing something too soon, act too hastily. For example, _The local weather bureau jumped the gun on predicting a storm; it didn't happen for another two days_ . This expression alludes to starting a race before the starter's gun has gone off, and supplants the earlier BEAT THE PISTOL, which dates from about 1900. [Mid-1900s]

The American Heritage® Dictionary of Idioms by Christine Ammer. Copyright © 2003, 1997 by The Christine Ammer 1992 Trust. Published by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company. All rights reserved.

jump the gun

COMMON If someone JUMPS THE GUN, they do something before the right time. `How about going out to celebrate?' — `I haven't definitely got the job yet so let's not jump the gun.' The book wasn't due to be released until September 10 but some booksellers have jumped the gun and decided to sell it early. Note: If a runner jumps the gun, they begin running before the pistol is fired to start the race.

Collins COBUILD Idioms Dictionary, 3rd ed. © HarperCollins Publishers 2012

jump the gun

act before the proper or appropriate time. _informal_
In athletics, a competitor who _jumps the gun_ sets off before the starting pistol has been fired. The expression appears in the early 20th century as _beat the gun_ .

Farlex Partner Idioms Dictionary © Farlex 2017

jump the ˈgun

(_informal_) do something before the right time: They jumped the gun by building the garage before they got permission from the town council.
This idiom refers to an athlete in a race who starts running before the starter has fired the gun.

Farlex Partner Idioms Dictionary © Farlex 2017

jump the gun

_tv._ to start too soon; to start before the starting signal. The secretary jumped the gun and gave out the letters too soon.

McGraw-Hill's Dictionary of American Slang and Colloquial Expressions Copyright © 2006 by The McGraw-Hill Companies, Inc. All rights reserved.

jump the gun

To start doing something too soon.

American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fifth Edition. Copyright © 2016 by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company. Published by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company. All rights reserved.

jump the gun, to

To act prematurely or too hastily. The term comes from the starter’s gun that often marks the beginning of a race, and those who “jump” the gun are starting before the gun goes off. At first this was expressed as to _beat the pistol_ (ca. 1900), but by 1942 the _American Thesaurus of Slang_ (by Berrey and Van den Bark) defined _jump the gun_ as “to make a false start.” The British journal _The Economist_ has been very fond of this expression since about 1950.

The Dictionary of Clichés by Christine Ammer Copyright © 2013 by Christine Ammer

SEE ALSO:
-   jump the gun, to
-   off the (starting) blocks
-   off the blocks
-   from that day/time forth
-   (not) up to scratch
-   be in pole position
-   take a gamble
-   learn (something) the hard way
-   learn the hard way
-   bring (something) full circle

question: Where does the expression "to jump the gun" come from?

answer: It was originally used in sport contests that are started by firing a gun. This expression alludes to starting a race before the starter's gun has gone off.

question: Which expression did "to jump the gun" supplant?

answer: It supplants the earlier "beat the pistol".

question: What is the meaning of "to jump the gun"?

answer: To start something before it is permissible, appropriate, or advisable.

question: Is "to jump the gun" a formal or informal expression.

answer: It is an informal expression.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This post summarizes the providence and different uses of the expression "to jump the gun".


text:
(I submitted a story on /r/writingprompts where I had to include the phrase, "She was laying in the bed with the window open and she couldn't stop staring at the moon."  Wondering if you guys could offer any feedback.)

None of it was my fault.

It might've been my ex-wife's fault. I wouldn't have needed the money if she hadn't gotten the house, the kid, and the dog in the divorce. Hell, I bought the goddamn dog before I met her.

It might've been my brother's fault. It was his idea that I could make some money on the side by breaking into houses. Mom always said he was trouble.

It might've been my boss's fault. The guy get's a 30% cut of what I steal in exchange for security codes and info on when the owners are out of town. 30% of the profit while accepting 0% of the risk. What a prick. He got the codes right but he was wrong about the couple being out of the house. They were there.

Maybe it was the husband's fault for coming after me with a baseball bat. I understand that you have to investigate a strange noise in your house but he didn't have to attack me. I didn't want to hurt anyone. But he could've killed me if I hadn't acted.

It might've been my girlfriend's fault for insisting I take a knife with me for protection. If I hadn't had the knife, who knows how things would have turned out. That husband might still be alive today.

None of it was my fault. Who could blame me for doing what I did? I couldn't just let the man beat me to death with a baseball bat, could I? And I couldn't risk going to jail, could I? I have children to think about.

When I went upstairs, I saw the wife. **She was laying in bed with the window open and she couldn't stop staring at the moon.** She knew what had happened downstairs and she knew what was going to happen to her. She knew I couldn't just leave and let her call the cops. If she didn't judge me, then how could you?

None of it was my fault.

title: (Feedback) (<350 words) Blame

question: Who is the narrator?

answer: The narrator is a divorced man with a kid that lives with his ex-wife.

question: Why did the narrator break into the house?

answer: He needs money to live when his brother approaches him with an opportunity to break into houses. He works for a boss that takes a 30% cut.

question: Was the people supposed to home?

answer: The people were not supposed to be home. The information was supplied to him by his boss and it was incorrect.

question: Why was the narrator attacked with a baseball bat?

answer: He broke into a house and the owner of the house defended his property.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator does not feel it is his fault. His ex-wife left him without money and he starts breaking into houses as a job. His boss gave him the wrong information and people were home when he breaks in. His girlfriend told him to take a knife to defend himself. He kills the two people in the house after being attacked with a baseball bat.