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KEIGHLEY BUS STATION serves the town of Keighley, West Yorkshire, England. The bus station is owned and managed by Metro.[1]

History

The bus station is situated in Keighley town centre next to the Airedale Centre and can be accessed from Bow Street and Towngate. The bus station was opened off Lawkholme Crescent in the town in 1940. Bus shelters were added in 1970 after the Airedale Shopping centre opened up on the south side of the bus station in the late 1960s.[2] The station was re-built in 2002 by Metro.

In the updated Pevsner's guide to West (Riding of) Yorkshire, Peter Leach made note of the jagged roofline and masonry at each end of the building.[3]

There are 17 stands at the bus station and the main operators are Keighley Bus Company and Burnley Bus Company with other services run by Jackson's of Silsden and South Pennine Community Transport.

Services

Buses run from the bus station around the town of Keighley. They also run as far a field as Burnley (extending to Padiham and Accrington until 2011), Skipton (extending to Grassington until 2011), Ilkley (extended to Otley in 2016), Leeds (extending to Wetherby from 1993 to 1997), Bradford and Hebden Bridge(previously Todmorden until 2007).

Previous bus station

[Interior of Keighley bus station] Keighley's previous bus station was constructed in 1940 and the bus shelters were added in 1970. It was closed in 2001 to make way for the current bus station which opened in 2002. It was served originally by West Yorkshire Automobile before 1987 and deregulation. After deregulation, it was served by Keighley & District and First Calderdale & Huddersfield. Between 2001 and 2002 buses waited in the surrounding streets whilst the current bus station was being constructed. In 1997 many services were withdrawn these included through services from Bradford to Haworth, Oxenhope and Oakworth.

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title: Keighley bus station

question: When did Keighley bus station open?

answer: In 1940

question: Where is Keighley bus station located?

answer: In Keighley town centre next to the Airedale Centre in Keighley, West Yorkshire, England

question: Describe Keighley bus station.

answer: The station has 17 stands. There is a jagged roofline and masonry at the end of each building.

question: Why was the station rebuilt in 2002?

answer: That information can't be found.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Keighley bus station is a station in Keighley, West Yorkshire, England. The station first opened in 1940. It was rebuilt in 2002 by Metro.


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First post to reddit.  I'm no writer but wrote this for the fun a week ago.  I'd love some feedback.
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	With a crash and a flash and a bash and a smash: Two young males struggled into the small apartment.  The door slammed open and with a screeching dragged gravel across  the tile floor, before coming to a halt.  The two boys stumbled over the threshold, streetlight streaming in from behind them lighting up the entry in a dulled yellow half light and throwing shadows into the hallway and kitchen.  The boys rolled after these shadows, chasing them inside.

	The sudden crash and flash were alarming and the sudden commotion paralyzed the third guest in the house.  And as the shadows thrown by the streetlight faded, accompanied once more with the screeching tiles, this unwelcome guest slunk as far into the dark as it could.  Attempting to envelope himself in the darkness, but his quivering body had not much room to creep.  Only the meagre shelter allowed beneath the lip of a soup plate, the only refuge offered in this stainless pit, which was quickly becoming a dungeon.

	Stainless steel imbues a feeling of clean and modernity, extravagant kitchens stamped with the big names of interior designers.  This first assumption must be corrected.  For the house the two boys stumbled inside had a different feeling.  It was the house of four-boys, four twenty year old college boys, in an aging brick and plaster building of little portugal.  Furnished comfortably with all the loving care mothers and fathers have when their children grow up and go off to college.  But this current state of disarray is not how those parents left it.  The furniture was haphazardly rearranged, and fallen couch cushions crudely assembled circles around the beer stained dining and coffee tables.  And the impressive collection of empty cans and bottles, lay littered upon every horizontal surface.  Like common nicknacks, making the boys feel right at home.  All that was curious was the out of place modern sink, sticking out like a sore thumb beneath a cupboard hanging limply by its only remaining hinge.

	And it is in this sink, huddled under a soup plate with a rim stained by chilli sauce and beans, backed up onto a cold, empty, dented, metal beer can the third guest was hid.  The brief calm submitted once again to the boys clatter, as the concentration required to balance while removing shoes abated.  Their decisive pounding gait rekindled, and it brought these young giants across the scratched pinewood flooring onto the brown ceramic kitchen tile.  With foresight one wouldn't expect from the boys in their state, one of them stomped purposely towards the sink in search of a large glass of water, to help stave off the worst of tomorrow morning's inevitable ailments.  The second closed in on the kitchen as well and with a click, flicked on the light switch.

	The growing proximity of the broad shouldered boys in their denim dress shirts and scraggly unkempt beard hair had the hidden sink prisoner already on edge.  His silent quest for a midnight morsel had led him down into this hell hole.  And more and more the half nibbled Romano bean an inch from his whisker seemed a meagre prize to take such risks.  Fretting, regretting, and still quivering; the mouse lay still, without a squeak or a peep, cowering ever more tightly to the dented blue can.  But his nerves got the best of him.  And as the sudden blinding incandescent bulbs evaporated the moonlit apartment into the clear resolve of the twentieth century, it drew forth a characteristic squeak from the kitchen's midnight guest.  The boys had heard it, he had no doubt.  And the bright lighting reflecting from all angles exposed him inn his hiding place.  But the mouse did not wimpier and cower, the mouse's resolve for life redoubled, as if his mean squeak was instead a battle cry reverberating off the reflective walls.  His clandestine methods were immediately abandoned and with a scuttle (caused from the poor grip of claws on stainless steel) stormed into the flooded light of the sink basin.

	The squeak and the scuttle coming from the sink procured an uncharacteristic yelp from the boys in the kitchen, as the small noises caused the young men to flinch backwards.  An unlikely response for moments before they had been unfazed by their own cacophonous stomping.  And this frightened call only further pervaded the mouse with a sense of determination and zeal.  The walls were too tall to jump and the smooth steel only scratched as the mouse tried in vain to climb free from this damp pit.  But the mouse was not disheartened, and with a beady eye spotted and plotted his escape.  With the lightning reflex that had so frightened those brave rugged boys, the mouse scrabbled back to his soup plate.  But not into its shadow, triumphantly he climbed, clambering onto the porcelain rim and basking in the full glow of the electric bulbs.  His fervent goal--a wooden stirring spatula leaning upright on the edge of a small metal pot .  Cast into the sink after serving up the chilli, the utensil was now serving as a tool in the mouse's escape.  Serving up justice, for death is too high a price to pay for a nibble of a discarded Romano bean!

	His paws moved deftly over the spoon, hand over hand as he had finally found a proper surface for which to grip his claws.  The edge mere inches away, and past that the cluttered countertop with a neglected hole in the corner baseboard.  Any specialist of mouse facial expressions (a field of study beginning and ending outside of the human species) would've recognized the excitement and elation between our hero's whiskers.  But this did not last long, for while those few inches of sink basin, plate rim, soup pot, and spatula handle were being navigated the boys were reacting.  At first with laughter over his friend's feminine squeal, but then with a new found home owners responsibility.  With malice in his eye the young man closed the gap to the sink, the metallic scratches had given way to subtler noises as the mouse had found his way onto the spatula.

	The mouse ran quickly, but was not fast enough, and with a look of dread watched as the boys bony knuckles barred his freedom, by grasping the end of the spatula.  The boy flicked and shook the it, and it was too much, the spatula was wrenched free from the mouse's desperate grasp, and he was thrown up into the air.

	The specialist in mouse facial expression would've definitively noted this new expression as a look of dread.  Utter terror spanned from his eyes to his whiskers to his tiny mouth, as he fell backwards, once more into his stainless steel prison.  Legs shot out in all directions, while his tail squirmed.  But there was nothing to grasp but thin air, and the sobering realization that he may not make it back to his hole tonight.

	With a soft thud he landed hard on his back on the cold damp steel.  The once prized Romano bean lay beside him, taunting him.  A sad reward to have forfeited so much for.  After the mouse came the spatula, coming down quickly as the boy swung the blade after his foe.  With a smash and a squelch the end of the spatula came down over the mouse, and the boys paused for a moment.  Curiosity got the best of them and as they both crowded around the sink they peeled back the spatula and peaked underneath.  The boys wrinkled their noses in disgust.  With nothing but contempt they threw the mouse into a plastic bag and then the trash.  With only feelings of disgust and disdain, they laid the mouse to rest.  Upset, because having to clean up the guts of a mouse is too high a price to pay for leaving a few dishes in the sink.

title: Mouse Hunt

question: Who owned the house the two young boys stumbled in?

answer: Four twenty-year-old college boys.

question: Why was the house in disarray?

answer: It is not stated. It might be typical of college students living together.

question: What attracted the mouse to the kitchen?

answer: It was after a leftover Romano bean.

question: Where were the owners of the house?

answer: They were not home.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Two young boys stumbled into a house owned by four twenty-year-old college boys while chasing down a mouse. The house was filthy, littered with empty beer cans and had a kitchen sink filled with dirty dishes. When they saw the mouse they were chasing in the kitchen sink, the hunt continued. Sadly, while the mouse was on the verge of escape, one of the boys eventually got hold of it and killed it.


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[Gracie Brown, gay news, Washington Blade]

GRACIE BROWN says she came out to her foster daughter within a few days. (Washington Blade photo by Michael Key)

Uno night isn’t just a game for Gracie Brown and her family. It’s an all out war filled with food and laughter that the family looks forward to enjoying. A neighbor who knocked to see what all the ruckus was about was even invited in to join the fun.

“It’s serious,” Brown says. “We keep score and it’s hardcore. If somebody loses, they have to eat. That’s our bond, all three of us.”

Brown’s family is a little different than most. It includes her 13-year old foster daughter and her partner of one year. Brown’s three adult sons also stop by for Uno nights occasionally. It’s the kind of family she had been waiting eagerly to have.

Brown, a crossing guard for the District of Columbia Public Schools, decided to become a licensed foster parent through Child and Family Services Agency (CFSA) in 2013. She had plans to foster a younger child, but after CFSA needed immediate placements for a teenager last November, Brown decided to fulfill the role.

The child became her first. Brown, who lives in Southeast Washington, believes that fostering a teenager works best for her. She enjoys it and thinks it’s easier to handle than a younger child who requires more attention.

“For one, I don’t have to worry about a babysitter,” Brown says. “We can do a lot of things together. I’m now allowing her to catch the bus home. They can understand me and I can understand them.”

Things weren’t easy right from the start. Brown had to spend some time coaxing her foster daughter out of her shell. Brown admits that the child was very quiet at first and Brown had to do some detective work to figure out how to get the child to open up and connect with her.

Brown found the answer through connecting with her foster daughter’s television shows.

“She would say maybe two words, ‘Yes ma’am.’ Nothing else. The third day I said how am I going to get through to her? So I started talking about what she liked on TV,” Brown says. “So I said I like that too. I didn’t, but I didn’t know what else to say. Then maybe after seven days she started talking, she was just so excited. And we build and build.”

Brown’s efforts to reach out to her foster daughter didn’t end there. Although the child is a model student, an eighth grader on the 11th grade level, there was still the shyness factor that Brown hoped to overcome.

She found her answer when she discovered her foster daughter wanted to be an actress when she got older. Brown decided it would be the perfect idea for them to take acting classes together.

Brown enrolled them in a class at the Shakespeare Theatre. The adults and children have classes separately and at the end they do a play together. They even practice role playing at home.

A typical day for the two begins with getting her foster daughter up for school and occasionally having her make breakfast for herself. When she drops her foster daughter off for school, they hug and tell each other they love one another. While her foster daughter is at school she sometimes texts to let Brown know how her day is going. Then afterwards, Brown picks her up and they tell each other about their days and make dinner together.

Brown’s other challenge was disclosing she was a lesbian to her foster daughter. She had introduced her partner to her foster daughter but would only refer to her as a “my friend.” Brown refused to keep it a secret from her for long and decided after about three days to bring it up.

She put on a children’s DVD that discussed the issue and waited for her foster daughter’s reaction.

“I was like, ‘What do you think about parenting and lesbians and gays?’ She said, ‘Oh they talk about it at school all the time.’ She said, ‘You are?’ ‘I said, ‘Yes I am, do you have a problem with that? Does that make you uncomfortable?,’” Brown says.

Brown’s foster daughter’s reply made her feel much more at ease.

“She said, ‘No, you’re beautiful and you make me feel so at home.’ She said, ‘Is Miss so-and-so who you …?’ I said, ‘Yeah,’ and she said, ‘Oh that’s really neat.’ She’s pretty comfortable.”

Her foster daughter even made a poster for school about “people are who they are for a reason” after learning about Brown’s sexuality. Brown’s partner, who has raised five children including girls, also helps Brown with her foster daughter. Brown acknowledges she needs the help sometimes because her experience of raising boys is different than raising a girl.

The three of them spend time together going to the movies, most recently going to see “Selma,” going out to eat and even making jewelry. Besides their infamous Uno night, they also have pizza nights where they make their own pizzas and Brown teaches her foster daughter how to make it on her own.

CFSA looks out for homes like this that can provide a stable and loving environment for foster kids in need. In fact, according to CFSA, LGBT families make up about 12 percent of foster care placements in the District.

“We find great parents in every walk of life,” says Regina Lawson, supervisory social worker in CFSA’s Foster and Adoptive Parent Recruitment Unit. “The number of LGBT foster homes in D.C. is growing and we greatly value these relationships.”

Brown’s experience has been so positive that she has plans to foster more children in the future. She also wants others to know how important LGBT foster care placement families are for the community.

“You can’t judge a book by its cover. We have a lot of love to give and share and commitment. If we’re given a chance we can show through the caring of our child that we just want a kid in our life and we can give them the happiest home ever if given the chance to.”

question: Describe the relationship between Gracie Brown and her foster daughter.

answer: Gracie Brown and her foster daughter seem to have a healthy relationship. Brown seems to be taking the right steps to build a healthy and communicative relationship with her foster daughter and trying to help her open up. Brown even gets advice from her partner about what she should do when raising a girl, as she has only raised boys. Additionally, Brown's foster daughter feels comfortable around her and feels as though she has a home, with is the biggest sign of a good relationship building between the two.

question: Summarize how Brown told her foster daughter about being a lesbian.

answer: It was important for Brown to tell her foster daughter that she was a lesbian and had a partner. Brown decided to tell her foster daughter sooner than later. Brown put on a children's DVD that discussed the issue and waited to see her daughter's reaction. Brown asked her daughter how she felt about parenting, lesbians, and gays, and her daughter's reply was positive and made Brown feel at ease.

question: Summarize the activities that Brown and her foster daughter do.

answer: Brown and her foster daughter do quite some activities. Initially, Brown took her daughter to acting classes and they both spent time there. Brown also takes her to movies, to go out and eat, and to even make jewelry. Additionally, Brown hosts Uno nights and pizza nights with her adult sons and her foster daughter as well.

question: Would Brown's foster daughter be interested in fostering children in her future?


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An Ark, Gilgamesh and Maybe Even Atlantis

On the top of what used to be a massive glacier, a gigantic lake was forming. For years the water had been melting and accumulating in the basin. Winds swirled around the sides, keeping the edges frozen by their artic touch, while water continued to accumulate.

One day, in the distant past, a thunderous cracking filled the air. It scattered birds, spooked deer and drew the eyes of all. The booming was followed by crumbling, rocks and ice falling from great heights, tumbling down what was left of the once great glacier. Then the waters came.

They rushed out. Their weight had finally caused the retaining wall of ice to collapse. Miles, upon miles, upon miles of water ran from the shell of ice that had once held it. The water scoured the earth, carving new pathways on its way towards the ocean. The old dirt was washed away. In a sense the world was cleansed.

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They didn’t know the ice caps were melting. They just saw the water flowing down their streets, into their doorways and through their homes.

Some believed they had angered the gods and went to the temples in attempts to appease, others hand gone to those temples simply seeking sanctuary. Most just ran. Mothers ran with children in their arms, men ran with tool packs on their backs, and slaves ran while carrying their owners high above their heads on leisurely carts.

Everyone tried to escape the flood, but few did. The waters overtook both the wretched and the angelic. No one could outrun a decline.

One lucky man, a man called one name in some legends, another name in others, was a boat builder. He wasn’t chosen, he wasn’t warned, he was only lucky enough to have just finished his latest creation and smart enough to climb inside of it for safety. He was a kind man, and he coaxed many of the panicking citizens to follow him onto his vessel for safety.

As the flood waters rose, the man and his boat set out on the sea that was being created. He had no way of knowing where the boat was headed, he wasn’t a sailor. But, in a couple of days it reached the shores of what used to be the great highlands, which was now just a shoreline.

Once on dry land his followers called him a prophet, though he was only a man.

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Through the passage of time more ice melted.

Stories were told about cities swallowed up by angry seas and heroes who saved people.

More time passed and stories faded into myth, while beloved, the history’s they told were forgotten. Only beneath the sea’s gently lapping waters was the proof of the great cities that had vanished. Only in the depths of the oceans were remnants of glorious civilizations.

Stories and memories are built once again, held together by the retaining walls humanity has created, waiting for the day they are inevitably washed away.

title: An Ark, Gilgamesh and Maybe Even Atlantis (504 words

question: What did the people believe caused the flood?

answer: The people believed they had angered the gods and that was what caused the flood.

question: Why was that one man lucky?

answer: That one man was lucky because he was a boat builder and his latest creation was ready for its first sail.

question: Where do the people sail to?

answer: The people on the boat kept sailing until they reached what previously used to be the great highlands.

question: How many cities had been submerged?

answer: Many cities had been submerged in the water. Whatever was in the past cities was now under the sea. The people built new walls which would also one day be washed away just like in the past.

question: Write a ~7 sentence summary.

answer:
On the top of a glacier, a lake was forming. One day, the glacier broke with water and ice running down the mountains.

The people thought this was a result of them angering the gods. Many tried to seek sanctuary but few made it. A boat builder was one of the few who made it out. His latest creation was ready to sail and it helped him along with a few others to save themselves.

They sailed until they reach what used to be the high grasslands.


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                              An Hour

The bird on the wall squawked once. It had flung itself into the stagnant air for a moment, pausing only long enough to cry its chord, then vanished into its nest once more. It fell silent. Everything was silent. The hallways were silent, no longer begging for the soft steps for which they had once longed. The door frame was cut and marked to varying degrees, with names and numbers scrawled in caring script. The kitchen was calm, the measured dripping of the faucet's tears had long since dried into apathy. The living room lacked its own eponymous nature, its couches and chairs tired and layered in heavy, gray lethargy. Out front, the pumps were dry and thirsty, pleading for a drink, a drink inevitably denied by the cracked dirt of the stone well. An old wooden bucket, moldy with maturity, lay still and silent, in mimicry of the world it knew. The house was empty.

 The silence broke all at once, and rain fell swiftly, sure and confident the land it softened would give no resistance. The land had long since been claimed by the rain and had resigned itself to its domain. As the rain descended, the sun melted away, unable to compete with the storm. A once great entity reduced to flaming rubble on the horizon, still emitting light, faintly, however unnecessary light happened to be.

It would have been hard to breathe, the trees had long since been uprooted or toppled. They no longer had the will to breathe life into the world, and the world too was too weary to sustain it. And thus the trees fell, and with them, the world held its breath.

The cracked dirt drank quickly, and cried, parched for more. The thirst was unquenchable, the more there was, the less it seemed. The rain stopped as suddenly as it had begun, and the Earth tried to cry, but the tears refused to flow. It feared the rain had forever ended, as it had once breathed in excess, now it craved the winds cool embrace. The sun shone again. This time brighter than before. Had someone cared to look, a wooden clock shaped like a house could be seen on the wall, preparing to sing the hour.

The dry ground had since decayed and warm methane breezes would often flow, dragging along streams of blood red dust, a parade for the emptiness. A window gave out, and the dust found the inside of the house becoming desert. And then the wind gave out and the dust settled permanently in it's new home. The last wind had come, and gone, and with it, had blown the last flame in the sky. The bird cried twice in darkness.

title: An Hour

question: Where is the house located?

answer: This information is not mentioned.

question: Does anybody live in the house?

answer: No, the house is not occupied.

question: Was this the last rain?

answer: This information is not mentioned.

question: What happened to the house after the rain?

answer: The ground soon dried and the dust settled around the house.

question: Write a ~6 sentence summary.

answer:
There was silence all around the house. The kitchen was calm, the faucets dry, the door frame cut, and the pumps empty.

All of a sudden the silence was broken as rain droplets fell swiftly. The tree longing for water could not tolerate the storm and fell while the sun melted away in the stormy sky.

It stopped raining just as quickly as it started. Eventually the land dries up and the dust parades into the empty house making it its new abode.


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_PSEUDOSPIROBOLELLUS AVERNUS_, is a species of pill millipede in the family Pseudospirobolellidae.[1] It is found in Comoros, Java, Samoa, Sulawesi, Vietnam, and South Asia.[2] It is introduced to Caribbean Islands.[3][4]

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title: Pseudospirobolellus avernus

question: What family does the Pseudosprirobolellus Avernus belong to?

answer: Pseudosprirobolellus Avernus belongs to the family Pseudosprirobolellidae.

question: What is the seudosprirobolellus Avernus commonly called?

answer: Pseudosprirobolellus Avernus is commonly called a pill millipede.

question: Where is the Pseudosprirobolellus Avernus native to?

answer: The Pseudosprirobolellus Avernus is native to Comoros, Java, Samoa, Sulawesi, Vietnam, and South Asia.

question: Where was the Pseudosprirobolellus Avernus introduced?

answer: The Pseudosprirobolellus Avernus was introduced to the Caribbean Islands.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Pseudosprirobolellus Avernus is a species of pill millipede native to South Asia and several islands close by, and has been introduced to the Caribbean Islands.


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	I was a close friend of Ben Harper's for about 10 years, from playing legos, to shooting tin cans, to racing cars. I was there for him after his parents died, about to take him in until his aunt decided to stop being a bitch and let him live with her. Ben was never right after his parents died, but I could never put a finger on what exactly happened. It was like his mind was wrapped in a foggy black abyss, wrestling with itself, closing out everything he ever had. He went from constant chatter, to silent reluctance, and  from soccer practices to therapy sessions. But one thing was for certain, Ben Harper was always my good friend.
	As kids, we were always playing cops and robbers. I was always a cop, alongside our good friend Dennis, and Peter was always the first to volunteer himself to be the robber, most likely because he was  always so damn good at it. He'd sneak by with a certain level of stealth that made you think his feet weren't even on the ground. Even thinking  about it now...I'd say Peter's exceptional skills in cops and robbers is what has turned me and Dennis into such great cops. Always taking in the smallest details, always analyzing multiple times. Peter was a great catalyst to our career success.
	But one day in our sophomore year of highschool, Peter came to my house, unannounced. He asked if he could come in, his head tilted to the ground, hands shaking. He didn't walk in right away, but stood like a statue in an exhibit.
	“Can I come in...?”  Slightly monotone.
	Something was wrong.
	“Yeah dude, you alright?”
	He walked right passed me, sat on the couch his head in between his legs, cradled by his trembling hands.
	“My fucking aunt dude...”
	Peter's aunt was a bitch, everyone knew that. She treated Peter like a 6 year old, making him come home for dinner, making sure he was inside at night. I think she's part of the reason why he's fucked up, in fact, I'm almost sure of it. When I bring it up all he says is, “Dude, you have no idea...”
	I ask Peter what happened. He gets up, pacing, running a hand through his wild hair.
	“I get home, and there are boxes in my room. She gives me this smartass smirk that she's done my whole fucking life and just says, 'Be packed by next week. We're moving.'”
	He's reliving the moment as he explains it. I've never seen him this mad. I don't know what to say.
	“Fuck, dude.”
	“I'm losing it Tony, I'm really. Fucking. losing it.” He slams his hands on the wooden table as he says it.
	I keep trying to calm him down, but the brewing rage inside of him just keeps a continuous boil. I tell him maybe he could live with me for a while, to which his face turns blank. His rage turns to fear.
	“Do you know what she would do to me?”
	You're right, I don't...What the fuck happens at Peter's when no one is around?
	 I tell him to get in the car, and I drive off. I pick up Dennis, and we head to the shooting range.  Peter shot consistent bulls-eyes that night. That was one of the last memories I have of him, until he was gone.
	Dennis and I stayed close throughout our college years. We went to NYU together, were in the same frat, and lived together the whole four years. We tried to keep in touch with Peter as much as possible, but it was rough. He moved from New Jersey to Minnesota, and was going to college, but I don't think he ever told me what he was going for. Apparently his aunt restricted how much he could talk to people, so he could never talk for long. We eventually fell out of contact, but I hope he was at least living at college and moved out. That fucking bitch.

title: Blood Red Part I (feedback appreciated)

question: Summarize the relationship between the main named characters.

answer: The narrator is close friends with Ben Harper, playing together and with the narrator supporting Ben after his parents' deaths. The narrator also plays with Peter and Dennis. He goes to college with Dennis, shares the same frat, and lives together throughout their college years. While the narrator empathises with Peter's plight of being made to move by his aunt, they ultimately fall out of contact after Peter plans to go to college.

question: Summarize Peter's relationship with his aunt.

answer: He appears to deeply resent her for being controlling. According to his and the narrator's descriptions, his aunt is condescending and abusive, with limited regard for Peter's friends, interests or wellbeing. Peter is furious with her decision to make them move away from his friends. However, it is also implied that she will cause him harm if he does not follow her wishes.

question: Summarize what the passage tells us about the characters' time at school.

question: Summarize what happens to the characters after they leave school.

answer: The narrator and Dennis attend NYU together, live together throughout college, and later become police officers. From their narrator's perspective their careers are highly successful. Peter's life after school is unclear, since the narrator expresses hope that Peter could go to college and move away from his aunt, but is unable to confirm this.


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In the 1983 IRISH PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION outgoing President Patrick Hillery agreed under enormous political pressure to seek a second term. Though former Nobel Peace Prize and Lenin Peace Prize winner Seán MacBride made it known in the _Sunday Press_ that he wanted to contest the office, only Hillery was nominated and was declared re-elected without the need for a poll.

Procedure

Under Article 12 of the Constitution of Ireland, candidates could be nominated by:

-   at least twenty of the 226 serving members of the Houses of the Oireachtas, or
-   at least four of 31 councils of the administrative counties, including county boroughs, or
-   themselves, in the case of a former or retiring president.

All Irish citizens on the Dáil electoral register were eligible to vote.

Result

The Minister for the Environment made the order opening nominations on 7 October, with noon on 21 October as the deadline for nominations, and 23 November set as the date for a contest.[1] The only candidate nominated was Patrick Hillery, who had the right to nominate himself, and he was declared elected at the close of nominations.[2]

Hillery was inaugurated for his second term as President of Ireland on 3 December 1983.

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title: 1983 Irish presidential election

question: Why did outgoing President Patrick Hillery nominate himself in the Presidential elections?

answer: Because there was no other candidate nominated for President and he had the right to nominate himself.


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On the other side of our Human World, there was a Monster World.

There was a young monster named Davi.  Davi was a lonely boy.  He had seven brothers, but he always stayed home alone.

Davi cried everyday.  He wanted to make friends.

Davi went to talk to his grandfather, who was the guard of the gate which connects Human World and Monster World.

Davi asked his grandfather, "I want to go to Human World.  I don't have any friends here.  Maybe I can make friends over there."

Gradfather said "No, it's too dangerous.  No one in Human World likes Monsters.  You won't make any friends there."

But Davi went "Nobody in Monster World likes me anyway.  I want to at least try making friends in Human World!"

Grandfather decided to allow Davi 3 days in Human World, and gave Davi 3 gold coins, and told him "These coins may help you when you are in trouble."

Davi thanked his grandfather, and went through the gate.

Davi walked through the dark...

Davi landed on the street.  He was amazed at the sun, the sky, the tall trees, and the houses!

Davi saw a college dormitory in which college girls were petting a cat.

Davi sneaked into the dormitory and talked to the cat. "Mr!" said Davi.  "How can I make friends with humans?"

" Meow! " answered Mr. Cat.  "I am not going to tell you because you are a Monster.  We don't like monsters.  But I see you have three gold coins in your pocket.  If you give me one coin, I'll answer your question."

Davi gave him one gold coin.  Then Mr. Cat went "Ok!  All I do is mew and purr at people's feet."

Davi said "Thank you, Mr. Cat!"

Davi approached the college girls, who were busy chattering with each other, and purred and mewed at their feet.  The college girls turned around, and...

"AAARRRGGGHHH!!!  Monster!!!"  The college girls screamed in horror, and ran out of the building!

Davi was left alone in the dormitory.  He walked out on the street, and he cried and cried and cried all night long.

On the second day, Davi saw two young boys playing with a dog in a house.

Davi sneaked into the house, and talked to the Dog. "Mr!" said Davi.  "How can I make friends with Humans?"

" Arf!" answers Mr. Dog.  "I am not going to tell you because you are a monster.  We don't monsters.  But I see you have two gold coins in your pocket.  If you give me one coin, I'll be happy to answer your question."

So Davi gave him one coin.  Then Mr. Dog went "Okay!  All I do is bow-wow, and lick people's faces."  "Thank you, Mr. Dog!" said Davi.

Davi approached the two young boys, and suddenly licked their faces and BOW-WOWED!!

"AAARRRGGGHHH!!! MONSTER!!"  cried the two young boys.  They screamed in horror and ran out of the building!

Davi was left alone in the house.  He walked out on the street, and he cried and cried and cried all night long.

On the third day, Davi saw a huge house in which an old blind lady was feeding a small bird in a cage.

Davi sneaked into the house, and talked to the bird. "Mrs!" said Davi.  "How can I make friends with humans?"

"Chirp!" answered Mrs. Bird.  "I am not going to tell you because you are a Monster.  We don't Monsters.  But I see you have one gold coin in your pocket.  If you give me the coin, I'll be happy to answer your question."

So Davi gave her his last gold coin.  Then Mrs. Bird says "Okay!  All I do is chirp and sing a song!"

Davi started singing a song.  Then...

"Where does this come from?" the old blind lady approached Davi.  Davi was so happy.  "This is the most beautiful song I have ever heard,"said Old Blind Lady.

Then she touched Davi's face.  "Who are you? What is this?  Could this be a... AAARRRGGGHHH!!! Monster!!!!"  The Old Blind Lady screamed in horror, and fainted dead!

Davi was left alone once again.  He walked out on the street, and he cried and cried and cried all night long.

Davi went back to the gate.  He was very sad.  The trees, the sun, the sky didn't amaze Davi anymore.

Davi met his grandfather at the gate.  Grandfather went "Why are you crying?"  Then Davi answered "I tried really hard to make friends with humans, and asked Mr. Cat, Mr. Dog and Mrs. Bird for advise, and I followed their good advice, but nobody liked
 me.  Nobody cared about me anywhere.  I'll be alone for the rest of my life.  Nobody likes me!"

Then grandfather answered "It takes so much courage just to go to Human World.  And you were on your own Davi.  You are the most courageous Monster I have ever seen.  Everytime you cried, you learned to be stronger.  You don't need anyone else."

Davi listened to his grandfather.  "Now go home, Davi," said grandfather.

Davi walked back to his house, and opened the door, then...

Davi's seven brothers rushed to Davi, cheering "We've heard you were in Human World by yourself?!" "I wish I can be like you!"  "You are so brave!"

Davi finally smiled.  From that day on, Davi played with his brothers everyday, and lived happily ever after.

(Copyright @ myself)

title: An original children's story about a monster who tries to make friends with people

question: Why did Davi always stay at home alone?

answer: He was shy but this doesn't tally with his eagerness to make friends with humans.

question: How does Davi know that no one in Monster World likes him?

answer: He doesn't since he never goes out. He is jumping to conclusions

question: Can we conclude that Davi's trip to Human World was successful?

answer: It was a success because he became a hero and his brothers all played with him forthwith.

question: What is the moral of the story?

answer: The grass isn't always greener on the other side, but perhaps we need to venture out to see that.

question: Write a ~14 sentence summary.

answer:
There is a Monster World on the other side of the Human World. Davi, a boy monster lives there with his seven brothers. He is lonely as he never leaves home. He wants to make friends. His grandfather is the guard of the gate that connects the Human World with the Monster World.

He asks his grandfather to let him go to Human World to make friends. His grandfather warns him that humans don’t like monsters, but Davi insists that he wants to go across. Grandfather allows him to go and gives him three gold coins, telling him to use them if he gets into trouble.

Davi crosses over and he meets a cat, a dog and a bird. After giving each of them one gold coin, they tell him how to make friends with humans. Davi has no success, all humans chase him. So, Davi goes home. He thinks he is a failure, but his brothers treat him like a hero for his bravery in crossing over. He is never lonely again.


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Can a wine drinker judge the quality of a bottle by its price? The nature of this relationship has always been contested.

We expect that consumers are willing to pay more for higher quality wines, while higher quality wines typically cost much more to produce. Some studies have identified that better quality wines do in fact sell for higher prices, others have not.

Fundamentally, it is the subjective nature of wine quality assessment and the lack of quality information held by consumers which potentially drives a wedge between price and its quality.

Even though expert wine tasters are able to provide a sensory evaluation of a wine’s characteristics, evaluation is subjective and different tasters often maintain different opinions for the same wine.

Further, wine is often argued to be an “experience good” - which means that consumers need to purchase and consume the good first to evaluate it. This subjective nature of wine evaluation and the inability of consumers to know what’s in the bottle before consuming it means that the pricing of wines according to some measure of quality may prove particularly difficult.

To explain how wine prices differ statistical models have been developed to examine the relationship between wine price and its quality and a series of other factors thought to influence prices. These statistical models are called hedonic price functions. These hedonic functions recognise that price depends upon both demand and supply factors and are employed generally for differentiated goods, such as houses, personal computers and cars. For wine, hedonic price functions statistically estimate the relationship between prices and measures of a wine’s quality, reputation, variety, region, vintage, and other factors, (see Oczkowski (1994)) for one of the seminal wine studies.

In an attempt to shed light on the price-quality debate, Chris Doucouliagos and I have recently undertaken a meta analysis of the relation between wine prices and quality ratings. The purpose of a meta analysis is to summarise previously published results from studies and make general conclusions of the major findings of a body of literature.

The meta analysis examined more than 180 hedonic wine price models developed over 20 years covering many countries. The research identifies that the relation between the price of wine and its sensory quality rating is a moderate partial correlation of +0.30. This correlation is positive and statistically significant in approximately 90% of cases. In other words, approximately 90% of models estimated in the literature identified that the positive relation between prices and quality is not due to chance.

The findings from the meta-analysis indicate, however, that the correlation between price and its quality is not perfect. That is, some wines are over-priced compared to quality, others may be under-priced. This recognition suggests some important implications for both wine producers and consumers.

For wine producers specific pricing strategies to follow will depend on the quality of the wines produced and the nature of competition that producers face in the market. For example, some low quality producers may be able to charge higher prices than implied by quality, in the short term, as buyers may find it uneconomic to conduct the necessary search to identify quality.

In other words, some consumers may be fooled by higher prices inferring higher quality, and pay higher prices than they really should. This deception may only occur for a short period of time as consumers become more aware of the wine’s quality over time. Alternatively, high quality producers may seek to charge higher prices than suggested by the wine’s quality level given that low-quality producers cannot sustainably follow a similar strategy.

For consumers, the results imply that price may or may not infer quality. In other words, consumers should be wary of using price as a sole indicator of a wine’s quality. This implies that better informed buyers could potentially identify bargains in the short run. In this context expert wine guides potentially play an important role and I have developed a web-based tool called the Australian Wine Price Calculator to help identify under and over-priced wines.

The question naturally arises, if wine experts differ in their opinions of a wine, what does a consumer do? Wine expert Jancis Robinson suggests that individual consumers may wish to follow the “preferences and prejudices” of a specific wine critic in making wine purchase choices.

The moderate price-quality correlation identified across numerous studies occurs despite the lack of information held by consumers about a wine’s quality and the inconsistency of expert tasters when evaluating wines. Despite all this, it can be argued that quality still does matter.

question: What does the article say about the economy of wine in terms of price/quality?

answer: The article questions whether the correlation of price and quality are truly valid. The author conducts a study and finds that 90% of the time it is true that price does denote quality. The study does make it clear that it is not always the case.

question: What makes a wine 'high quality'?

answer: The article claims that the sensory quality rating is what defines a wine's quality. The articles does not specify what the defining features of this scale are but it is implied by the name this is due to smell, taste, and overall experience.

question: Is the wine industry currently struggling?


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[National Axe Throwing Federation (NATF)] [The Wilson Cup (center), awarded annually to the winner of the National Axe Throwing Championship.] The NATIONAL AXE THROWING FEDERATION (NATF) is a global organization established in 2016 for the sport of axe throwing.[1][2][3]

NATF has over 4,500 league members in over 55 cities and seven countries.[4] Its leagues culminate in the National Axe Throwing Championship (NATC) to award the Wilson Cup and over $16,500 in prize money and charitable donation.

Scoring

Scoring in axe-throwing includes a three-round match system where five axes are thrown per round. The first player to win two of three rounds wins. Scoring is determined by where on the target the axe strikes.

The targets under NATF have a black bullseye ring, followed by a red ring, and then a blue ring. The scoring is 5, 3, and 1 point respectively. Additionally, there are green dots in the corner, known as “Clutch,” and must be called in advance during the final throw of a match (worth 7 points). Point designation is based on where the majority of the blade lands and sticks.[5]

Current Member Organizations

-   ABQ Axe
-   Axe Club of America
-   Axe Factor Singapore
-   Axe Kickers
-   Axe Nation
-   Axt Axe Throwing
-   Backyard Axe Throwing League (BATL)
-   Bare Axe Throwing
-   Bounce Milwaukee (Fling Milwaukee)
-   Bullseye Axe Throwing
-   Chill Axe Throwing
-   Chopper's Hatchet House
-   Civil Axe Throwing
-   Detroit Axe
-   Forged Axe Throwing
-   Golden Axe Throw Club
-   Half Axe
-   Kraken Axes
-   LA AX
-   Axe Club of America
-   LumberJaxes
-   Maniax Axe Throwing
-   Mazhu Axes
-   Meduseld Meadery
-   Northern Axperts
-   Peterborough Axe Club
-   Primitive Axe
-   Rage Academy
-   Riot Axe
-   Timber Lounge Halifaxe
-   Total Axe Throwing
-   True North Axe Throwing
-   UberWarrior
-   Urban Axes
-   Valhalla Indoor Axe Throwing
-   Warriors Axe Throwing

National Axe Throwing Championship

The axe throwing league calendar culminates at the National Axe Throwing Championship (NATC), where league players compete for the Wilson Cup. The NATC takes place in two stages of competition in January and February of each year. The final stage takes place during the annual All-Star Weekend, together with other axe throwing events including the Winter Skillz competition and the Axe Prom dinner and awards ceremony. [The Red Door Family Shelter Donation]

Charitable Support

The 2018 All-Star Weekend was presented by Beau's All Natural Brewing Co. The NATC tournament helped to raise proceeds of $9,766.92 for donation to the Red Door Family Shelter.

NATC Winners

Winners of the NATC are awarded the Wilson Cup, which is named after the NATF's Commissioner, Matt Wilson. Wilson and some friends pioneered the sport in 2006.[6]

-   2017-19 Straun Riley - Backyard Axe Throwing League
-   2016-17 Stefan Herda - Backyard Axe Throwing League

From 2012 - 2016 the National Axe Throwing Championship was known as the annual Champions League tournament for eligible competitors from the Backyard Axe Throwing League. Past Champions League winners include:

-   2013-16 Stefan Herda
-   2012-13 Jari Salovaara
-   2011-12 Dave Michna

[NATF Competitive Regions]

NATF Competitive Regions

The NATF consists of seven North American regions and one International region to support local axe throwing competition.

History

The National Axe Throwing Federation was founded in 2016 by Matt Wilson and COO, Brian Simmons, from BATL.[7]

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title: National Axe Throwing Federation

question: How is National Axe Throwing Federation initialized?

answer: NATF

question: What prize is awarded to winners of the National Axe Throwing Championship?

answer: The Wilson Cup

question: Who is the Wilson Cup named after?

answer: Matt Wilson, NATF commissioner

question: Who won the National Axe Throwing Championship in 2019?

answer: Straun Riley

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The National Axe Throwing Federation is a global organization established in 2016 for the sport of axe throwing. The NATF holds the National Axe Throwing Championship each year.


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COUNT PER BRAHE THE YOUNGER (18 February 1602 – 12 September 1680)[1] was a Swedish soldier, statesman, and author. He was a Privy Councillor from 1630 and Lord High Steward from 1640.

Life

Brahe was born on Rydboholm (now in Österåker Municipality) in Uppland. He was the son of _riksråd_ Count Abraham Pedersson Brahe of Visingsborg (1569–1630) and Elsa Gyllenstierna of Lundholm, and as such the brother of Margareta Brahe and Nils Brahe, and the cousin of Ebba Brahe. He was the grandson of Per Brahe the Elder (1520–1590), one of Gustavus Vasa's Privy Councillors, created count of Visingsborg by King Eric XIV, known also as the continuator of Peder Svart's chronicle of Gustavus (sometimes the “Chronicles of Per Brahe”), and author of Oeconomia in 1585, a manual for young noblemen. Per Brahe the younger, after completing his education by several years’ travel abroad, became in 1626 chamberlain to Gustavus Adolphus, whose lasting friendship he gained.[2]

He fought with distinction in Prussia during the last three years of the Polish War (1626–1629) and also, as colonel of a regiment of horse, in 1630 in Germany. After the death of Gustavus Adolphus in 1632 his military yielded to his political activity. He had been elected president or Lantmarskalk in the Riksdag of 1629, and in the following year was created a Privy Councillor. In 1635 he conducted the negotiations for an armistice with Poland[3] (Treaty of Stuhmsdorf).

In 1637–1640 and again in 1648–1654 he was Governor General in Finland, to which country he rendered inestimable services by his wise and provident rule. He reformed the whole administration, introduced a postal system, founded ten new towns, improved and developed commerce and agriculture, and very greatly promoted education.[4] In 1640 he opened the Royal Academy of Turku, of which he was the founder, and first chancellor.[5] Still today the expression “Kreivin aikaan”, or “at Count's Time” in the Finnish language means “at the correct/good time”. The base of his statue in Turku bears the inscription “I was well pleased with the land and the land with me”.

After the death of King Charles X in 1660, Brahe, as Lord High Steward, became one of the regents of Sweden for the second time (he had held a similar office during the minority of Queen Christina, 1632–1644), and during the difficult year 1660 he had entire control of both foreign and domestic affairs.[6] He died on 2 September 1680 at his castle Bogesund in Uppland. He also held the castles Visingsborg at Visingsö and Brahehus on the mainland by Gränna, where during his lifetime he had held more than regal pomp.[7]

Legacy

The town of Raahe () in Finland is named after him, as is the asteroid , discovered by Liisi Oterma at the Turku Observatory in 1942.[8] The official was published by the Minor Planet Center on 1 April 1980 ().[9]

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title: Per Brahe the Younger

question: How influential was Count Per Brahe the Younger?

answer: Very, he was elected president in Riksdag and Privy Councillor. He negotiated the armistice with  Poland. He founded the Royal Academy of Turku. He served as a Regent of Sweden.


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“BETTY'S BABY BUMP” is the 16th episode in the second season, and the 39th episode overall, of the American dramedy series _Ugly Betty_, which aired May 8, 2008. The episode was written by Dawn DeKeyser from a teleplay by Bill Wrubel, and directed by Linda Mendoza.

Plot

The story begins with a romantic dinner between Betty and Henry, only to be interrupted by Charlie. Frustrated by Charlie's interference, Betty tells Henry that the only way to solve this problem is be around Charlie, so Betty switches gears with rival Charlie and tries to befriend her by first accompanying Charlie to her yoga class. However efforts to befriend her during the yoga class failed, resulting the yoga instructor throwing them out of the class. Then Betty decides to throw a baby shower. Charlie does everything in her power to make Betty miserable by complaining about all the littlest things. Despite efforts by Henry to start a long distance romance, Claire tries to put a little sense into Betty by pinching her elbow and to let Betty know that she will have to give up her future with Henry eventually. At the baby shower, Betty finally confronts Charlie, only to have Charlie tell Betty that her water broke. They soon share a sweet moment of reconciliation before she has her baby. Henry then arrives and witnesses the birth of his son, but as the rest of Betty's family look on, Betty soon realizes that she cannot keep a long distance relationship with Henry while he has a child.

Meanwhile, Hilda confronts Justin's PE teacher when she learns Justin is flunking gym. Coach Diaz expresses his belief that everyone should benefit from some exercise so he decides to fail Justin for constantly skipping class. Justin is not happy about Hilda confronting Coach Diaz, so Hilda invites him to the salon for a haircut. Hilda admits to Betty that she had a crush on Coach Diaz, but things turn worse when Hilda got distracted and nick the coach in the ear during his haircut visit. After that incident she goes down to the school and talks to the coach to apologize. He then tells Hilda that he will pass Justin if Justin help out with the choreography for the cheerleading squad. Afterwards, Hilda asked for his first name, to which he says its Tony. It looks like Hilda has all of a sudden fallen for him.

Daniel unravels after his break-up with Renee and has affected his work at _MODE_ and it is not sitting well with Claire, Alexis or Betty. So he reluctantly sees a shrink who he would later have sex with. After a night of sexual escapades that resulted in his wallet getting stolen, Daniel shows up at the Suarezes asking for money. After a walk with Betty's father Ignacio, Daniel learns that he should find himself something that he can be passionate about. Later he returns to the office to help Claire and Alexis with the upcoming issue.

Christina finally learns who fathered the baby she's carrying for Wilhelmina during a medical checkup. She runs away to her apartment, where her husband Stuart was staying, after she sees the name of the father (Bradford Meade) on the sonogram at the doctor's office. While she was there, Stuart tells Christina that she has Wilhelmina in a weak spot and should bargain her for the baby. When Stuart calls Wilhelmina over, Christina runs away (to Betty's place for advice) saying that there is a baby to think about, but eventually returns to Wilhelmina saying that she will have the baby if Wilhelmina promises to care and love the baby and give it everything it deserves.

Soon, Wilhelmina, who had been using this baby ploy as part of her “comeback” to _MODE_ via media exposure, takes that advice from Christina to heart, then visits the Meades and reveals that she is having Bradford's baby by showing the sonogram over the _MODE_ logo and that she will give it exactly what it deserves: A third of the Meade empire.[1]

Production

This episode marks Eddie Cibrian's debut as a recurring character Coach Anthony Diaz. Cibrian was expected to become a regular in the third season, but eventually ended his role early in season 3 instead. This also marks Jayma Mays' last episode as Charlie. Cibrian and guest star Kari Matchett were also regulars on the short-lived 2005-2006 ABC sci-fi series _Invasion_.

Reception

Quotes _Entertainment Weekly_'s Tanner Stransky about this bittersweet episode: “In this situation, my concern is squarely for Betty: Is the girl even considering her own happiness? She's the one having to make the concessions if this arrangement goes forward. Since the new baby needs his father around, Henry will have to be away — all the way in Tucson. But if Betty and Henry are going to be together forever, one would assume that they, too, would have children one day. What happens then? Does Betty have to move to Arizona so she can raise a family near Henry? Leave her own family and career behind? Or raise her children alone? Or would she and Henry wait 18 years until this new little tyke heads off to college and Henry can come back to New York? Thankfully, I think Betty realized all this at the episode's heartbreaking end — she cried and hugged Ignacio as Henry gleefully held his new son at Charlie's side. Just as her heart was being ripped out, mine was, too. But Betty knows what she has to do, which is, without question, break up with Henry. She should take comfort in the fact that Claire Meade is always around if she ever feels like backsliding into Henry's arms.”[2]

Ratings

As with the previous episode, this one also scored a 5.6/9 rating in the United States.[3]

Also starring

-   Eddie Cibrian as Coach Anthony Diaz
-   Jayma Mays as Charlie
-   Derek Riddell as Stuart McKinney

Guest starring

-   Rob Brownstein as Dr. Weiss
-   Kari Matchett as Dr. Wallace
-   Brandon Johnson as the paramedic
-   Jennifer Say Gan as the instructor

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title: Betty's Baby Bump

question: What does the excerpt say about babies?

answer: Charlie is pregnant. She's having a tiff with her rival, Betty. Betty decides to throw a baby shower for Charlie. At the baby shower, Charlie informs Betty that her water broke. They have a moment of reconciliation before she has her baby. Henry arrives and witnesses the birth of his son. Betty realizes she cannot keep a long distance relationship with Henry while he has a child. Christina is also pregnant, carrying for Wilhelmina, and learns who the father of the baby is during a medical checkup. Stuart tells Christina that she has Wilhelmina in a weak spot and should bargain for the baby. Christina runs away to Betty's place for advice saying there's a baby to think about. Eventually, she returns to Wilhelmina saying that she will have the baby if Wilhelmina promises to care for and love the baby giving it everything it deserves. Wilhelmina, who is using the baby as a ploy to stage her comeback to "MODE" via media exposure, takes advice from Christina to heart, and visits Meades and reveals that she's having Bradford's baby by showing the sonogram. She will give it everything it deserves: a third of the Meade empire.


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Hi I really want to get better at writing. Here's a short story I wrote and I could really do with some tips.

The hum of the traffic below seemed to fall silent as we crept closer to the edge, replaced by the slow rhythmic beat of my own pulse. It was almost calming. The one thing that told me I was still alive.

I held her hand then. She was shaking. Understandable, if she wasn't afraid I would've considered her a fool. She was putting a lot of trust in me. You could hear the fear in every breath she took; repetitive, sharp, fast. It merged with the beat of my pulse. The orchestra of the living.

She tried to speak, but her voice was hoarse at first. She cleared her throat and broke the silence.
"And you're sure there's no other way?"
"We wouldn't be here if there was". She broke her sequence of short breaths with a deep one. A nervous sigh.

We moved forwards in unison, so close to edge now that our toes were hanging over the edge of the complex. She was hesitating.
"How about I count to three?"
"Yeah... " she replied much quieter than she had previously spoken.
"1, 2..."
"3" she said with me as we both stepped out into nothing. We fell. Quickly. Floors passed in milliseconds. The road below came closer at speed, and everything fell black and red.

 I woke with a start.

title: [MF] Hi, could really do with some constructive criticism.

question: Where does the story take place?

answer: on the roof of a building

question: Why does the narrator and their unnamed companion jump from the building?

answer: they see no alternative

question: Why is the narrator's companion shaking?

answer: She is nervous about jumping from the building

question: Why does the narrator count aloud?

answer: They are counting down to the moment they jump off the building.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator and an unnamed woman jump from the roof of a building, into the street. The narrator wakes up.


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question: What services does Lemonade offer?

answer: Lemonade offers insurance for renters and homeowners.

question: What critical difference does Lemonade offer compared to traditional insurance?

answer: They claim to treat the premiums as the payer's money, not theirs. If there's money left over, they donate it.

question: How does Lemonade manage to offer its services while being so different from traditional insurance?

answer: They claim that they are powered by artificial intelligence and behavioral economics.

question: How much does Lemonade ask for its services?

answer: Lemonade asks $5 per month for renter's insurance and $25 per month for homeowner's insurance.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Lemonade is powered by artificial intelligence and behavioral economics. They offer renter's insurance at $5 per month and homeowner's insurance at $25 per month. Lemonade says they pay claims in minutes and donate the remainder to causes people care about. They also make it easy for people who are already insured to switch.


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GENE GABRIEL (born EUGENE JIMENEZ; August 27, 1970) is a Cuban-American actor and writer most notable for originating the role of “Rodriguez” in Richard Greenberg's award-winning play _Take Me Out_ in London and on Broadway. He is also co-founder of South Florida improv troupe Just The Funny. Most recently he has been recurring on CBS's _Numb3rs_ and NBC's _Days of Our Lives_.

Career

Gabriel began his acting career by writing and starring in a play in the fifth grade. In 1990 he got his first professional gig in a small role in Joseph Vásquez's film _The Bronx War_.[1] His family eventually relocated to Miami and he soon followed. He continued to work in local theatre there appearing in several plays. In 1995 he answered an ad for an improv comedy troupe to be one of their apprentices. The troupe was 'Laughing Gas (improv)'. Gene soon became one of their star apprentices and almost immediately became a company member.

In 1998 he and nine other members co-founded what has now become South Florida's number one comedy improv troupe and training center, Just The Funny.

He starred in director Luis Saumell's award-winning Spanish language short, _Porque_.

He returned to New York in the summer of 1999. He worked with Freestyle Repertory Theatre an improv comedy troupe that also toured the tri-state area performing and educating children in improv as well as performing a weekly adult show. In early 2002 he auditioned for and won the part of Rodriguez an immigrant baseball player who refuses to speak English to his teammates in _Richard Greenberg_'s play _Take Me Out_.[2] The play opened at the Donmar Warehouse in London to rave reviews and then moved on to the Joseph Papp Public Theater in New York. The play transferred to Broadway in early 2003 and won three Tony's including best play for Greenberg and best director for Joe Mantello.

He is thanked in the published version of the play along with fellow cast members James Yaegashi and Robert M. Jimenez.

Gabriel has appeared on the Broadway stage originating the role of “Rodriguez” in _Take Me Out_ and opposite Matthew Broderick, Nathan Lane and Brad Garrett in _The Odd Couple_.[3] He starred in the cult sci-fi thriller _The Ethereal Plane_ [4] and has appeared on TV shows such as _The Sopranos_ as a policeman, _Walker, Texas Ranger_ as a sadistic murderer, _Guiding Light_ as a mobster and _Law & Order: Criminal Intent_ as Detective Alvarez. He has had recurring roles on the CBS show _Numb3rs_ as a Bomb Squad technician, _One Life to Live_ as Father Ignacio and _Days of Our Lives_ as Sgt. Ceron.,[5][6]

Currently he is the creator of the series, _Montecito Heights_,[7] and is the writer of an action comedy film entitled _Above the Title_.

Personal life

Gabriel met his current wife, dancer/choreographer Stacey Tookey, on a blind date several years ago in New York City. The two married in October 2005.[8] They have a daughter born in January 2015.[9]

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title: Gene Gabriel

question: Summarize Gene Gabriel's acting career between the 1990s and 2000s.

answer: Gene Gabriel got his first professional acting gig in 1990 for a small role in the film "The Bronx War". He then appeared in several plays but in 1995 he became a star apprentice in the improv "Laughing Gas". Gabriel's breakthrough was in 2002 when he auditioned and won the part of an immigrant baseball player in "Take Me Out". In 2003, the play won three Tony's including best play and best director.


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FRED PROSPER MANGET (21 January 1880 – 21 January 1979)[1] was an American doctor, public servant, and medical missionary. He served for forty years in China from 1909 until the end of World War II. In 1909 Manget left the U.S. for China to pursue missionary work. He received recognition from state and local organizations for his service to the poor and elderly and for his Christian humanitarian efforts abroad. Manget is most notable for founding the Huzhou General Hospital in China. Huzhou General Hospital is specifically noted for its role in spreading western medical practices to northern China. He ran several clinics and dispensaries in his mission work as well as at home in the state of Georgia.

Early life

Manget was born on 21 January 1880 to Elizabeth DePass and Victor Eugene Manget of Marietta, Georgia. His parents inspired Manget and his sister Jennie to devote their lives to the missionary work. At the age of 12, Manget decided to become a medical missionary.

Education

Fred Manget received his medical degree from the Atlanta College of Physicians and Surgeons (now Emory University School of Medicine) in 1906. He then took on an internship position at Grady Hospital in Atlanta. He later concluded his postgraduate work at Johns Hopkins University.[2]

Missionary career

Early years in China

In 1909 Manget left for China to pursue missionary work. During his first year, he was stationed in Suzhou, a major city in the southeastern Jiangsu province of East China. He later went to Huzhou, located within the very small province of Zhejiang, China, where he opened a dispensary in a rented property.[3] This dispensary became the first hospital established in Huzhou, China. He served as superintendent at this dispensary until 1941. After receiving aid from the Chinese, Manget was able to open up 200-bed hospital in May 1924. Manget served as superintendent of the hospital until 1941. During 1918, he served with the American Red Cross as Head Medical Officer in Siberia. There he evacuated sick and wounded Czech soldier prisoners. As a result of his service, in Russia, he was adorned by Admiral Kolchak's government.[4] [Fred Prosper Manget in Kunming, China]

World War II

Manget was asked to serve in the United States Public Health Commission as Senior Surgeon on Field Duty, during World War II. During his time as commissioner, he served in Burma and West China as a missionary aide to people with malaria.[5] In 1941 he was asked to treat patients with malaria at the request of Chiang Kaishek, the Former President of the Republic of China. After Burma fell to the Japanese, he was later transferred to an area in southwest China called Kunming. In Kunming, Manget worked alongside General Claire Lee Chennault and the First American Volunteer Group of the Chinese Air Force also known as the Flying Tigers. While working with the “Flying Tigers”, Manget met Robert Lee Scott Jr.,a brigadier general in the U.S. air force during the war. It was with Colonel Robert Lee Scott Jr., that Manget coined the term “God is my co-pilot”. This term later became the title of Scott's autobiography, which discussed his journeys as a pilot during World War II with the Flying Tigers and U.S. Air Force.[6] [Flying Tigers][Colonel Robert Lee Scott Jr. and his book “God is My Co-Pilot] Nurse Rebecca Chan Chung worked under Manget in Kunming.

HuzHou General Hospital

At the end of World War I, Dr. Manget returned to Shanghai and discussed with the representative of The Rockefeller Foundation in China about the Foundation’s intention to spread the practice of Western medicine in China. After much negotiation, the Chinese Government agreed to provide nine acres of land, while the foundation provided US$30,000 to build a hospital in Huzhou. The remaining needed funds for the project were provided by the Southern Methodist Church and the Northern Baptist Church in the USA.

Huzhou General Hospital was a small hospital in a small rented building. It was first established with Dr. Manget as the only physician; later encompassing nine acres of land, and with a staff of over 100 nurses and 100 other personnel. At its time, it was noted for being the most modern medical facilities in China. The facilities of the hospital included a chemistry laboratory, an X-ray facility and a nursing school. Japanese troops later occupied the hospital. During this time, Manget's family left China. However, Dr. Manget was not willing to leave China because of the harsh treatment of the Chinese people by the Japanese. As a result of pointing out these injustices, he was arrested by Japanese troops, who wrongly accused him of espionage. Manget was later released and was able to work under the strict control of the Japanese troops at Huzhou General Hospital for an additional three and a half years.

Manget Foundation

After returning to home to Georgia in the 1950s, Manget accepted the presidency of the Manget Foundation.[7] The Manget Foundation in Newnan, Georgia was founded in 1949 by Fred Prosper Manget's brother, Dan Manget.[8] At the Manget Foundation, Fred Prosper Manget operated a clinic and provided free medical care to those unable to afford it. In 1952, Manget received an honorary degree from LaGrange College for his Christian humanitarian work.

Christian Youth Church

During the time from 1953 to 1961, Manget ran a clinic out of the Christian Youth Church on Capitol Avenue in Atlanta where he provided medical care every Saturday to patients.[9]

Personal life

Manget's first wife was Louise Anderson. Fred and Louise had four daughters during their time in China, Elizabeth DePasse Manget in 1910, Jean Logan Manget in 1912, Louise and Mildred Bomar Manget in 1920. Anderson later died in 1957. He later remarried Jennie Loyall Anderson of Macon, Georgia in 1959. His second wife died in 1976.[10] Dr.Manget was later admitted to Wesley Woods Health Center in Atlanta in 1978. Manget died on 21 January 1979.[11]

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title: Fred Manget

question: Which hospital has Manget founded?

answer: Huzhou General Hospital in China.

question: Summarize Manget's personal life.

answer: Manget first married Louise Anderson. The two had four daughters while they were in China. Anderson passed away in 1957. Two years later, he married Jennie Loyall Anderson. She died in 1976, after which Manget was admitted to Wesley Woods Health Center in Atlanta. He lived there until he died in 1979.

question: When did Manget leave for China?

answer: In 1909.

question: What was the aim of the Manget Foundation?

answer: It may be implied that the aim of the Manget foundation was to provide free medical care to those who cannot afford it.

question: Write a ~8 sentence summary.

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Fred Prosper Manget was an American doctor who served in China. Manget left for China in 1909 to pursue missionary work. He opened a dispensary in Huzhou in his early years in the country. Soon after receiving aid from the Chinese, he opened a 200-bed hospital.

Manget served the U.S. Public Health Commission on Field Duty during World War II. After the war, the doctor negotiated with the Chinese government to set up a hospital with the intention to spread the practice of western medicine.

After returning to Georgia in 1950s, Fred served the Manget Foundation which provided free medical care to those in need.

Manget was married twice and died in the Wesley Woods Health Center in Atlanta in 1979.


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“…damaged goods.” The words seem to escape your lips before you can even realize what you’re saying, but that only makes it worse. You’re always so censored, so guarded, so hearing these words that you let slip out is a glimpse into your true feelings. The ones I never get to see, but so desperately want to. As soon as the phrase rolls off of your tongue a pained look appears in your eyes, and for a moment you seem to regret it.<br>
	“Did you think about that for two days before you said it?” You have a two-day rule; if you have something to say you’ll think about it for two days to see if you really want to say it. I suppose it’s the smart thing to do, but I always believed life is about living in the moment and saying and doing whatever’s on your mind at a given moment. You are always so composed, calculating your every move and interaction. You and I could not be any more opposite. And yet, you and I could not be any more in love.
	At least, until the events of tonight left us and our love broken and tangled like those split ends in my hair, and I’m reminded that I’m due for a haircut. I wait for your response, half expecting you to apologize and take it back. I know you better, though, you’d never lose your cool in front of me.
	“If I hadn’t considered it for so long, I wouldn’t have said it.” As always, you won’t back down or, God forbid, admit you were wrong. Somehow, you escape the general rule that all humans make mistakes. In the unlikely event you do fuck something up, you can always find a way around it, a way to make it look like a carefully planned accident.
	I smile at you, and I can tell it throws you off. You’re so used to me getting upset, yelling, crying – anything but staying calm. “You’re so fucking pathetic.” I laugh quietly to myself, not listening for your response. I’m not finished. “Your pride, your ego, is too fucking huge…is it even possible for you to admit you’ve made a mistake? Is it? Or is that too much to ask? For you to admit you’re a goddamn imperfect human being?”
	“I told you, I’ve been thinking that for a while now.”
	“Oh yeah? Have you?” I can feel my unruffled demeanor beginning to unravel. You frustrate me so badly sometimes, I turn into a person I hardly even know. It’s not like me to lose control, to shout at the people I love and to break down – but you manage to bring it out in me. “If you’d thought about that for more than two seconds, you should know that is a terrible thing to say to someone. Especially someone you’re supposed to love.” I finally look up to meet your eyes. They’re as cold as ever, and I can’t seem to detect an ounce of emotion in them.
	“Why wouldn’t I say it, if that’s what I think?”
	I swear to God, your stubbornness only increases my urge to hit you.
	But I don’t, because unlike you, I try not to hurt the people I love.
	“Because it’s fucking inconsiderate!” I know my voice level is getting increasingly higher, but I don’t care. You said such mean things, and I don’t care. “You do not call a person ‘damaged goods.’ Especially when it wasn’t their fault.”
	“Why not?” You raise your voice to compete with mine, and that stoic exterior is slowly slipping away. “You hurt yourself, I don’t care. Some guy fucked you, I don’t care. You’re damaged goods, but I got over that!”
That’s it. I have the overwhelming urge to slap you, but I know you’d deal it back ten times worse. My fingernails dig so deeply into my palms I worry the skin is going to break. Tears of frustration are brimming at my eyes, and keeping them back is getting harder by the second. I’m not even sure what to say to you, and I know that any words are going to send me over the edge and into an ocean of tears. How dare you say that. How fucking dare you. You’re acting like I wanted all this to happen. You’re making it sound like, at fourteen years old, I wanted some older guy to force himself upon me. Like I wanted to hate myself and hurt myself for years over it. And now you’re trying to tell me that you’re the one who ‘got over it’? I’m pretty sure I had much more ‘getting over it’ to do than you did.
	“This isn’t love.” The three words pass my lips almost without my consent, and come out barely above a whisper. I hear you ask me to reiterate, but I’m too lost in my own mind to pay attention to you. “This isn’t love,” I murmur again, and the phrase keeps repeating itself in my head. Love doesn’t hurt, at least not like this. Love doesn’t play games, hold grudges.
	You are beautiful, and I wanted this to be love so badly that I convinced myself that it was. But it isn’t, and that’s become more and more of an inescapable truth.
	I get off your bed. I will no longer refer to it as ‘our’ bed, because it isn’t. I hear you standing up to come after me, and I smirk sardonically to myself. For once, you put aside your pride. Too bad it came too late. I walk fast, but you’re faster, and you grab my arm and whirl me around. You seem angry, which is amusing since I’m the one who just got insulted.
	“Where do you think you’re going?”
	“I’m leaving you.”
	“No you aren’t.” For a moment, I stop resisting to look at you, and shake my head. Maybe if you had asked nicely, I’d have stayed. Maybe if you didn’t act like I was just your property, some object you could do as you please with. Maybe if you’d admitted you were hurt instead of getting angry, I’d have stayed.
	But you didn’t. You didn’t do any of that. I jerk my arm away from you.
	“Don’t touch me.” Those words seem to get to you, and suddenly you appear to have a change of heart. I turn away and continue walking, hardly interested in whatever apology or sob story you have to offer this time.
	“No, I didn’t mean it, don’t leave…I can fix you.” The comment stops me, and I turn to face you one last time. There is nothing you can say now to save yourself. I consider myself to be a forgiving person, but the things you’ve said and done to me are unforgiveable. I almost pity you, and how you think you can ‘fix’ me. How you think you’re some savoir, God’s greatest gift to the planet. I think that you honestly believe you are all those things, and the sad reality is that you aren’t. Sadder even, is that you’re too blind to realize it.
	“No, you can’t.” You begin to say something, but I cut you off. “You can’t fix something that isn’t broken.”

title: [Damaged Goods] my first short story :3

question: Who are the main characters?

answer: A boyfriend and girlfriend

question: Where does the conversation take place?

answer: The boyfriend's bedroom

question: Who is the narrator?

answer: The girlfriend

question: Why does the narrator tell the boyfriend he can't fix her?

answer: She isn't broken

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator's boyfriend tells her she is damaged goods and refuses to admit it was a mistake. An argument ensues, and the narrator realizes this isn't love. She decides to leave him. He says he can fix her, but she responds that she isn't broken.


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Bitcoin transactions could more than halve this year, Juniper Research predicted, as a lack of regulation and links with illegal activity hinder the cryptocurrency's ability to go mainstream.

In a recent report, the U.K.-based research firm estimated the value of cryptocurrency transactions would decline to $30 billion in 2015 from over $71 billion last year.

The bearish figures follow a rough start to the year for the controversial digital currency. Prices have been in freefall, trading below $250 throughout January compared with $1,000 at the same time last year, according to CoinDesk, a widely-watched price index.

"The decline is attributable to the combined impact of exchange collapses, Bitcoin theft and regulatory concerns around cryptocurrency's role in funding dark web purchases," Juniper Research said.

Read MoreEcuador becomes the first country to roll out its own digital cash

Need for regulated exchanges

Experts agree that the introduction of regulated exchanges could lead to price stabilization and greater acceptance in the retail market.

"We predict that volatility will stabilize as more high-quality exchanges become established and more users come online," said Adam Tepper, CEO of Australian bitcoin exchange Independent Reserve, in a note last week. The lack of regulation is a barrier to mainstream acceptance, he said.

The launch last week of the first licensed exchange in the U.S. - the Coinbase bitcoin exchange - is a positive step for the currency and Tepper expects other exchanges to follow suit.

"The high-profile Mt. Gox collapse in 2014 highlighted the need for better technology and security controls for bitcoin exchanges, much as the U.S. flash crash highlighted these issues for traditional securities markets," Tepper added. Japanese firm Mt. Gox was a leading bitcoin exchange last year before going bankrupt following the disappearance of 850,000 bitcoins.

As a result of an unregulated marketplace, bitcoin theft has thrived, Juniper Research said, referring to the recent theft of nearly 19,000 bitcoins from U.K exchange Bitstamp, the second largest dollar-bitcoin exchange.

A serious PR problem

Public perception of bitcoin is closely associated with illegal online purchases and remains a major turnoff for widespread usage. In 2013, the currency came into focus for its prominence on notorious black market website Silk Road. Moreover, reports have emerged that bitcoin may be used by Islamic State militants as part of their fundraising campaigns.

Read MoreSilk Road website founder Ross Ulbricht found guilty on all counts

Juniper Research argues that such claims will likely see bitcoin struggle to gain traction beyond a tech-savvy and libertarian demographic.

However, users shouldn't overreact, argued Zennon Kapron, managing director at research firm Kapronasia.

"There may be some fluctuations in the value of bitcoin as a result [of dangerous activity], but no more than we would expect from fluctuations in the U.S. dollar or any other existing currency, which we know are used for things like financing terrorism."

Tepper agreed that bitcoin is no more vulnerable to inappropriate activities than other currencies. He expects the currency to make significant progress towards mainstream usage this year as more Wall Street players turn to bitcoin forex trading and binary options trading as speculative instruments.

question: Who wrote this article?

answer: Yuriko Nakao.

question: How much did Juniper Research estimate the value of cryptocurrency transactions to decrease in 2015?

answer: By over $41 billion.

question: Why did Japanese firm Mt. Gox go bankrupt?

answer: 850,000 bitcoins disappeared.

question: What demographic does Bitcoin have traction with?

answer: The tech-savvy, libertarian demographic.

question: Write a ~6 sentence summary.

answer: Juniper Research firm estimates that the value of cryptocurrency transactions will decrease by more than half in 2015. Experts look to introduce regulations that can lead to price stabilization. Previous issues with bitcoin exchange, such as the disappearance off 850,000 bitcoins by Japanese firm Mt. Gox point to new security measures being needed. Public perception is also an issue, with bitcoin being associated with illegal online purchases and links to terrorist groups. Many argue that bitcoin in no more vulnerable to inappropriate activities than other currencies.


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This is my first story, so sorry if it's bad!

You guys have been asking for it. So here it is. My story.
On September 19, 1998, Kathy Logan gave birth to a girl named Amy. That girl was me. Or so I thought. Though I shouldn’t get to that until later, I don’t want to confuse you.
Under the care of Kathy and her husband Jake, I lived happily for 14 years. Nice house, always fed, given many things. I was very spoiled..
School was never a huge problem for me. It is a preppy private school. I wasn’t popular, but I wasn’t a loser either. I was kind of just average. I had a group of very close friends, and we were all very happy. We did some things I am not very proud of, like bullying the scholarships and playing pranks on teachers. If I had known what I have felt like in the past year, I would have stopped. I thought my friends and I stuck together through everything, no matter what.  I was wrong, because when I hit 15, everything changed.
This isn’t an average story about a girl who went to high school, and suddenly “her life changed, and everything was different.” This is a story about a girl who found out her whole life was a lie. One lie so big it had to be kept from everyone, because if it wasn’t, the world would know the real truth. So a lie turned into a secret. And this secret was one that could get anyone involved in a lot of trouble. One secret so big, yet so small, because only two people were in on it. And 2 can keep a secret if one of them is dead, right? My (fake) father certainly thought so.
Now I have to confess something. I told everyone reading this a lie. That’s right, remember the first paragraph where it said that Kathy Logan gave birth to me? Well that isn’t the truth. Kathy Logan didn’t exist until after I was born. And neither did Jake.
The truth is that my birth mother gave birth to me on September 19, 1998. But that was not her first birth. She had had not one, not two, not three, but five other births. And I would be the last one.
I was with my birth parents and siblings for six months. Six months of normality and of truth. Unfortunately that is the only amount of time I’ve ever had my life like that, and I barely remember it.
On October 14, 1999, my mother told me to go play outside. With me refusing, she put me out there saying that I needed fresh air, and I hadn’t had any that day when my siblings already had. We had a large backyard apparently, and in my anger I went to the far corner of the yard. It was from there I watched my house burn down.
I didn’t remember this until I was told it. I now remember sirens, and smoke, and I didn’t comprehend much more than that. But then I remember a man picking me up. And it wasn’t a firefighter. It was the man who started the fire, along with his wife. They adopted me as their own, renamed me Amy, and changed their names to Kathy and Jake Logan. That’s right, I don’t know my actual first or last name.
But as I said before, I was never told this. My life was a lie. I didn’t find out by somebody telling me. I found out by another death. The death of Kathy Logan.
Behind every death is a motive. I have mentioned two killings already. And those motives were the two most common motives out there. Money and disagreement.
I never knew why my (fake) parents had so much money. They didn’t seem to work that hard. I didn’t find it odd. But it was. And my “close” friends noticed.
My birth parents had money. I don’t know much about them, not even their names, but money is the one thing I do know about them. Because it was not our priceless pictures or our clothes that were saved from the fire. It was our money. And it was saved by – you guessed it – Jake and Kathy Logan.
So then why did Kathy die? I said disagreement but that doesn’t give much away. It was because Kathy, even though she had done some horrible things in her life, cared about me. Had some good in her. Jake on the other hand did not.
Kathy wanted to tell me. Everything. She thought I cared about them too much to tell. And if I hadn’t known that she was going to tell me, I might have told the police. But I have some forgiveness in me.
So Jake choked her to death. And covered his tracks perfectly by staging a hanging. Said there was too much pressure on her at work, and nobody suspected a thing. Because little did he know I was a witness. Of both of his killings. Another thing he didn’t know is that Kathy wrote a letter to me in the event that this would happen. She made sure Jake wouldn’t get it and it would go directly to me. And that is how I found out about what happened.
After that, everything changed. I became depressed, heartbroken, and I could barely look at my father. My friends also started to neglect me. I don’t know why, I didn’t tell them anything, but they started to think I was broke because I was depressed. I wasn’t rich, which apparently I had to be to be their friend. They left me at the time I needed them most. And so I got lonely.
I told another lie. The first line of this book was “You guys have been asking for it.” But there is no “you guys.” It’s just me, myself and I. And so I’m faced with the decision whether to do Kathy good and not tell on Jake, or tell on him and have the satisfaction of seeing him get locked up.
Last night I had a dream. I was playing chess with Jake. The pieces on my side were my birth family and Kathy, and me as the king. He took every one of my pieces, and put his piece in the perfect position to beat me. It felt like hours passed and I couldn’t decide what to do. He started to get impatient. Finally he smiled coldly and said, “Your move, Amy.”

title: Lies

question: What is the author narrating?

answer: Amy is narrating her own life story.

question: Who are Jake and Kathy Logan?

answer: Kathy and Logan are Amy's fake parents who stole her during a fire when she was a baby.

question: How did Kathy die?

answer: Jake choked her and staged her death as a hanging.

question: What did Kathy explain on her letter to Amy?

answer: Kathy told Amy the truth about everything in a letter that would not reach Jake.

question: Write a ~8 sentence summary.

answer:
The author narrates their life story. She describes her life as average, growing up privileged and attending private school.
Suddenly, her life wasn't average anymore and everything changed.
She lived a life that was a lie that turned secret.
As a baby, the narrator witnessed her house burn down from the yard. She was picked up, stolen by Kathy and Jake Logan.
Kathy wanted to tell Amy everything so Jake staged Kathy's hanging death.
However Kathy had already written Amy a letter explaining everything in the event that this would happen.