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Damn. Now I really didn't see this happening. Of all the things to happen at this bland school and this is the shit that happens. Wow. I guess I'm getting a bit carried, let me start from the beginning.
          My school, Jefferson Middle School, is rather boring, nothing really exciting happens here except the occasional girl drama that usally goes like, "Brian likes me! Not you, skany hoe!" And ends in a matter of three days. I'm usually quiet, if you were to call me "popular girl," you would be wrong but calling me a "nerd" wouldn't be right either. I was just sort of there. I had my friends and that's all I needed. That's where this story starts. With my friend, Daniel. Daniel was a pretty intresting boy. All acceralted classes, loved video games and comics, and wasn't bad looking at all. Over the first year of middle school, Daniel and I became pretty close. Hanging out after school and learning about eachother. It was pretty nice. Daniel loved life and he wasn't afraid to show it. If he had something to say, oh would he say it, but he was never disrespectful about it. He was always being a gentlemen. People always said shit about him.
         "Oh! Did you hear about Daniel? I heard he was sucking cock in the bathroom!"
         "Daniel the fag!"
         "Daniel should go burn in fucking hell with all the other fags that enjoy buttsex!" Get the trend here? They kept on saying he was gay, over and over. Through messages on Facebook, notes, or even writing on bathroom walls, which is very cliche. There have been times where I have asked if he was gay and I would get the same answer every time.
          "Do you think I am?" Over and over, he never changed it. Daniel was really proud and he felt as if he shouldn't state if he were gay or not and I really admire that about him. 8th grade started and I assumed that the gay jokes would have gotten old by now, but they didn't. They actual got worse. More people started calling him a "fag, dick-sucker," and spreading rumors that I don't even wanna remember. I noticed a change in Daniel, he wasn't as outgoing, didn't speak his mind, became less quite, less proud. I tried helping him, I really did but it never worked. He seemed to just become more depressed. Those kids never noticed either, they just attacked him more and more, getting more ruthless with each insult. This drama was lasting way more than three days and I wasn't sure what would happen. Shit even got worsed.
          That's when I heard the intercom come on one day during class.
       "Students, I am sad to announce that our student, Daniel Rigsbee, has died yesterday." They didn't tell us how he died, but we all knew. He killed himself. The voice of the principal announcing his death was so fucking emotionless, it made it seem as if Daniel was some character in a movie that died. Everyone was silent. I was filled with anger. Those ruthless bastards did this. They didn't know when to stop. The minute the bell rang, I sprinted to his house asking if it was true was they said today. His father simply nodded and beckoned me in. He said that there was a note left in his room directed to me and "bitches." I walked to his room, feeling as if I was going to puke. I found the note, all directed in rainbows, colors, and smiley faces. It made me sick. I opened the note with nervoness and read.
        "Dear Juno and the son of bitches at school. Let me make this clear. I am not fucking gay. I am as straight as the pole your mom dances on. I should not have to tell people this, it's my life and you shouldn't be butting in. Pun intended. You caused this and I hope you feel great. You did it! You've killed me! I'm not gonna say that this wasn't your guys' fault because fuck that. It totally was. I hope you live with that burden that you killed me for your whole life. Juno, I hope you live a great life and don't cry over me, you didn't cause this. You are amazing and don't let people do what they did to me to you. I would punch their neck. (:
                                            Bye,
                                                  Daniel-Not fucking gay-Rigsbee
        What the fuck? That wasn't sad at all. This was the Daniel that I knew. He killed himself because he was done of the shit. I don't think he felt sorry or anything. I don't even know. As I turned to leave, I found something else. It was another note reading, "I hope this was exciting enough for you, Juno. I am a coward. I wasn't gonna deal with this anymore. They didn't win, remerber that. I won. They get to deal with my death. -Daniel"
         Fucking. Daniel.

title: Uhhmm...Well I'm 13 and I would like to be a writer when I get older so here's one of my short stories. Reviews? Be honest.

question: What is the narrator's relationship with Daniel?

answer: They are friends.

question: What's the main event of the story?

answer: Daniel is bullied and kills himself.

question: What type of person is Daniel?

answer: Daniel is described as being a gentleman and an interesting boy.

question: Who are the antagonists of the story?

answer: The antagonists are the bullies who call Daniel gay.

question: Does the middle school have a bullying policy?

answer: That information can't be found.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator, Juno, talks about when her friend Daniel killed himself due to his middle school peers accusing him of being gay. In Daniel's suicide note, he confirms that he's not gay and that the bullies didn't win.


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BOB GEMMILL (20 February 1930 – 25 December 2014)[1] was a Scotland international rugby union player who played for Glasgow HSFP[2] and Glasgow District at provincial level.[3]

Rugby Union career

Amateur career

He played for Glasgow HSFP and won the unofficial Scottish championship with them in the 1950-51 season.[4]

He did his National Service for the Royal Signals and played rugby for the Army and Combined Services in England.[5]

He moved on to play for Sale, Middlesbrough, Newcastle Northern and Dublin Wanderers; each time moving due to his business career with Procter & Gamble.[6]

He finished his career with Glasgow HSFP and again won the unofficial Scottish championship with them in 1962.[7]

Provincial career

Gemmill played for the Scotland Possibles side in 1947.[8]

He was selected for Glasgow District.[9] He played for Glasgow in the 1950-51 season, winning the Inter-City against Edinburgh District.[10] He also won the Inter-City with Glasgow in the 1952-53 season.[11]

He also played counties rugby for Cheshire, Yorkshire and Northumberland when in England.[12]

Moving back to Glasgow, he was again selected for Glasgow District for the Scottish Inter-District Championship. He played in the 1960-61 season, however Glasgow came last in the table.[13][14] He also played in the 1961-62 season's Inter-District Championship, but Glasgow fared no better.[15]

International career

He was capped for Scotland seven times between 1950–51, making his debut against France at the age of nineteen.[16] His last cap was against Ireland in 1951, a 6-5 defeat.[17] The defeat against Ireland was to be the first loss in a series of 17 defeats during which Scotland used another 9 locks, but there was to be no international return for Gemmill.[18]

Although exceptionally fit,[19] his international caps were limited as he suffered in the debate that he was not big enough for second row at international level.[20][21]

He was invited onto the Barbarians side in the 1950-51 season.[22]

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Family

He married twice; his first wife, Anne, died from cancer in 1979, he married his second wife, Elisabeth, in 1980. He had three children, from his first marriage, John, Andrew and Alison and five grandchildren. His son, John, died of motor neuron disease in 2013.[23]

Hobbies

Gemmill was a keen golfer, and liked travel and music.[24] In his younger days he was a keen scout and attended the 1947 International Jamboree in France; a trip that he later recounted to the Scouts of St. Gilbert's Church for their own jamboree.[25]

Church

He was treasurer of his local church, Sherbrooke St Gilbert’s Church in Pollokshields, for eight years. His period of treasurer was notable for his successful organising of a fund raising campaign to pay for church repairs after a disastrous fire.[26]

University

He gained a first class honours degree in economics from Glasgow University.[27] After graduation he served on the business committee of the general council of the University and also served on the University court. In recognition of his services to the university he was given an honorary doctorate in 2000.[28]

Business

Gemmill worked for Procter & Gamble then PA Management Consultants. His move to PA Management Consultants meant that he could return home to Glasgow, and he resumed his rugby with Glasgow HSFP.[29]

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title: Bob Gemmill

question: At what level did Bob Gemmill play for Glasgow HSFP as a rugby union player?

answer: He played at a provincial level.

question: What trophy did he win for Glasgow HSFP?

answer: Gemmill won the unofficial Scottish championship with the club in the 1950-51 season.

question: Why did Gemmill move from Middlesbrough to Newcastle Northern, and then to Dublin Wanderers?

answer: Because of his business career with Procter & Gamble.

question: How many times has Gemmill been capped for Scotland?

answer: He represented Scotland seven times.

question: Write a ~6 sentence summary.

answer:
Bob Gemmill was an international Scotland rugby union player who was capped seven times. He represented Glasgow HSFP and Glasgow District at provincial levels during the early period of his career. He won the unofficial Scottish championship with Glasgow HSFP for 1950-51 season.

Gemmill moved from Middlesbrough to Newcastle Northern, and then to Dublin Wanderers on the account of his business career with Procter & Gamble.

Gemmill married twice. First to Anne, who died from cancer in 1979, and then to Elisabeth in 1980.


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NARLAPREVIR (trade name ARLANSA,[1] codenamed SCH 900518),[2] is an inhibitor of NS3/4A serine protease, intended for the treatment of chronic hepatitis C caused by genotype 1 virus) in combination with other antiviral drugs.[3][4][5]

Narlaprevir is the first Russian tableted medication for the treatment of chronic hepatitis C.[6][7]

Mechanism of action

Narlaprevir is an oral NS3 serine protease inhibitor of hepatitis C virus. It inhibits viral replication in infected host cells.[8] The mechanism of inhibition involves reversible covalent binding of narlaprevir with NS3 protease active site via the ketoamide functional group.[9]

Narlaprevir does not bind to human proteases, with the exception of cathepsin B (69% inhibition). Overexpression of cathepsin B is associated with the development of malignancies.[10]

Usage

Indications

Treatment of chronic hepatitis C virus (HCV) infection genotype 1 in combination with ritonavir, pegylated interferon alfa and ribavirin, in patients older than 18 years with compensated liver disease who are treatment-naïve or have failed dual combination of pegylated interferon alfa and ribavirin. Narlaprevir cannot be used as a single agent.[11][12][13][14][15]

Contraindications

Narlaprevir has some contraindications. In particular:[16][17]

-   pregnancy or lactation
-   children up to 18 years of age
-   severe neutropenia
-   liver failure
-   prior treatment with HCV protease inhibitors
-   lactase deficiency, lactose intolerance, glucose-galactose malabsorption.

Efficacy studies

H. Reesink et al. (2009) demonstrated narlaprevir safety and antiviral activity both as a single agent and in dual combination with pegylated interferon alfa-2b.[18]

X. Tong et al. (2010) demonstrated narlaprevir activity against HCV mutations causing resistance to boceprevir and telaprevir.[19]

In the year 2016 a large-scale phase III multicenter PIONEER study was completed. Sustained virologic response (SVR) was 89% in treatment-naïve and 70% in treatment-experienced patients 24 weeks after the end of treatment in the narlaprevir group, whereas in the control group SVR was only 59.6% in treatment-naïve and 24.5% in treatment-experienced patients on dual therapy with pegylated interferon alfa and ribavirin. Adding narlaprevir to dual therapy with pegylated interferon alfa and ribavirin did not affect narlaprevir safety profile. A phase I study of narlaprevir pharmacokinetics in combination with ritonavir in patients with compensated cirrhosis was also completed (Liver Meeting AASLD, 13–17 February 2015, San Francisco, California, USA).[20][21]

According to professor I.G. Bakulin, the head of the Department of Hepatology of the Moscow clinical research center and chief gastroenterologist of Moscow government healthcare department, the regulatory approval of narlaprevir has become a major milestone accomplished in the fight against hepatitis C in Russia.[22]

History

In 2012, the pharmaceutical group R-Pharm acquired a license to manufacture narlaprevir from the Merck & Co. (MSD).[23] Further development of the drug was conducted by R-Pharm in cooperation with Texas Liver Institute (USA), with the support of the Federal Target Program “Development of the Pharmaceutical and Medical Industry of the Russian Federation for the period up to 2020 and beyond”.[24] About 700 million rubles were invested in clinical trials and the development of the drug,[25][26] of which 120 million rubles came from the Russian Government.[27]

Preclinical and clinical studies of the drug were conducted in Schering-Plough Research Institute (USA), as well as in a number of clinical centers in Europe, USA and Russia.[28][29][30]

The drug is manufactured at a pharmaceutical factory in the Russian city of Yaroslavl.[31]

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title: Narlaprevir

question: What important role does Narlaprevir have?

answer: It is the first Russian tableted medication for the treatment of chronic hepatitis C.

question: For what is Naralprevir used for?

answer: It is used as a treatment for chronic hepatitis C that is caused by genotype 1 virus in combination with other antiviral drugs.

question: What are some contraindications of Narlaprevir?

answer: Some contradictions include pregnancy or lactation, liver failure, severe neutropenia, and lactase deficiency.

question: What is the view of professor I.G. Bakulin on the efficacy of Narlaprevir?

answer: Professor Bakulin says that the regulatory approval of Narlaprevir has become a major milestone accomplishment in the fight against hepatitis C in Russia.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This article describes the history, efficacy, contraindications, usage, and mechanism of action of Narlaprevir, an oral NS3 serine protease inhibitor of hepatitis C virus.


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Come 3:30 P.M. Thursday, word was out that Evan Turner was on his way to Indiana, packaged with Lavoy Allen in return for Danny Granger and a second round pick. But in the hour leading up to the trade deadline, Turner looked to be headed way out west.

Sources confirm to Liberty Ballers that the Sixers and the Los Angeles Lakers were in discussions for the former 2nd overall pick, and were looking for a third team to help facilitate the deal. The Lakers would have acquired Turner and multiple second round picks. Philadelphia would have received Chris Kaman, an expiring contract. Interest in Kaman was first reported by ESPN's Ramona Shelbourne.

  Lakers engaged in discussions with Philadelphia on Chris Kaman, according to sources

  — Ramona Shelburne (@ramonashelburne) February 20, 2014

But the deal had the potential to go far beyond Kaman and Turner, as those within Thaddeus Young's camp believe he was involved in trade talks as well. Both the Sixers and Lakers were looking to be compensated with a first round pick, but were unable to find a third team willing to give up their top pick to make the deal work.

Philadelphia decided to cut off talks with the Lakers before it was too late, and eventually agreed to terms with the Indiana Pacers.

The Sixers spent many months rather vocally searching for a first round pick for their three trade assets, and came somewhat close to pulling it off. Alas, Evan Turner is on his way to Indianapolis, and many behind the scenes could be wondering about the deal that never went down.

question: Summarize everything that happened to Evan Turner.

answer: Philadelphia was about to trade former 2nd overall pick, Evan Turner, to Indiana in a package that included Lavoy Allen in return for Danny Granger and a 2nd-round pick. However, hours before the trade deadline, rumors swirled that Turner and multiple 2nd-round picks were going to the Lakers in exchange for Chris Kaman, who was on an expiring contract. The Sixers and Lakers couldn't find a third team to help facilitate the deal, and Turner ended up in Indiana as intended.

question: Why did the author use the statement "before it was too late" in describing what might have happened if the Sixers and Lakers found a third team?

answer: Because the deal had the potential to go beyond Kaman and Turner and include Thaddeus Young.


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as i was walking down the road i heard the squeal of tires
stopping, then the noise of a van door sliding open. hands
came out and grabbed for me viciously. instantly a bag went over my head. before my heart could start to race with andrealine going throught it i was knocked unconcious.
when i came to i was in an empty room. no furniture, just tan walls, hard wood floors, a window, and a door.
my hands were bound behind my back and my feet were tied together.
the door burst open with a thunderous boom. a balding man with a scraggly beard came into view.
i tried to move o a corner but he closed in and grabbed the collar of my shirt.
it started with a punch to the face. as he kept hitting me he grew more  angry and fierce.
eventually he stopped, and just left with out a word. i noticed the window was open.i wiggled over and weasled my way out.
i didnt know what floor i was on or what was waiting for me on the ground.
i some hoe untied my legs and just started running. my face battered and bruised and bloodied to a point beyond recognition.
a couple yards down the road there was a wal-mart. i ran to it, in hopes my kidnapper would never find me again.
as i was walking through the store begginf people untie my hands or call the police, i realised no one was paying attention to me.
it was like i was a ghost. then this sinking feeling hit me. i could sense his presence. i finally understood how an antelope felt when it was being stalked by a cheetah.
not knowing where to go or what to do i ran. to where i dont know.
i just ran. i saw one of my friends. i ran over to him. thank god he could see me.
he untied my hands and asked "what happened?" i replied "i dont knowbut i got to get out of here."
i ran and hid in a pile of clothes that needed to be hung up.
then i woke up. happy it was over i went back to bed.

title: a night mare i wrote about for a class (i really did dream this)

question: Who is the narrator?

answer: That information can’t be found.

question: Who are the kidnappers?

answer: There are no details, but one of them is a balding man with a scraggly beard.

question: Why are they kidnapping the narrator?

answer: The narrator doesn't know why.

question: Where was the narrator when he or she was taken?

answer: The narrator was walking down the road at an unspecified location.

question: Write a ~7 sentence summary.

answer:
The narrator has a nightmare about walking down the street and getting abducted by a balding man with a scraggly beard and his cohorts.
They put a bag over the narrator's head, shove him into a van and knock him unconscious.
The narrator awakens tied up in an empty room when the door bursts open and the balding man enters, grabbing his shirt collar and angrily punching him in the face until he's barely recognizable.
When the balding man leaves the room without a word, the narrator escapes via an open window and uses a hoe (unclear if this is a farming tool or a hooker) to untie his feet and runs to the nearest Wal-Mart to ask for help, but no one notices him as if he were a ghost.
Not knowing what to do or where to go, the narrator keeps on running and bumps into his friend, who can see him. His friend unties his hands and asks what's going on, but the narrator doesn't know and ends up hiding in a pile of clothes that need to be hung up.
The narrator wakes up, happy the nightmare is all over and goes back to bed.


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_NOTIOCOELOTES_ is a genus of spiders in the family Agelenidae. It was first described in 2008 by Wang, Xu & Li. , it contains 13 Asian species.[1]

Species

_Notiocoelotes_ comprises the following species:[2]

-   _Notiocoelotes laosensis_ Wang, Xu & Li, 2008
-   _Notiocoelotes lingulatus_ Wang, Xu & Li, 2008
-   _Notiocoelotes maoganensis_ Zhao & Li, 2016
-   _Notiocoelotes membranaceus_ Liu & Li, 2010
-   _Notiocoelotes orbiculatus_ Liu & Li, 2010
-   _Notiocoelotes palinitropus_ (Zhu & Wang, 1994)
-   _Notiocoelotes parvitriangulus_ Liu, Li & Pham, 2010
-   _Notiocoelotes pseudolingulatus_ Liu & Li, 2010
-   _Notiocoelotes pseudovietnamensis_ Liu, Li & Pham, 2010
-   _Notiocoelotes qiongzhongensis_ Zhao & Li, 2016
-   _Notiocoelotes sparus_ (Dankittipakul, Chami-Kranon & Wang, 2005)
-   _Notiocoelotes spirellus_ Liu & Li, 2010
-   _Notiocoelotes vietnamensis_ Wang, Xu & Li, 2008

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title: Notiocoelotes

question: What is Notiocoelotes?

answer: Notiocoelotes is a genus of spiders in the family Agelenidae.

question: Who first described Notiocoelotes and what year did they do it?

answer: Wang, Xu & Li, 2008.

question: How many species in Notiocoelotes did Wang, Xu & Li discover?

answer: 13 Asian species

question: List all the species Notiocoelotes is comprised of.

answer:
- Notiocoelotes laosensis
- Notiocoelotes lingulatus
- Notiocoelotes maoganensis
- Notiocoelotes membranaceus
- Notiocoelotes orbiculatus
- Notiocoelotes palinitropus
- Notiocoelotes parvitriangulus
- Notiocoelotes pseudolingulatus
- Notiocoelotes pseudovietnamensis
- Notiocoelotes qiongzhongensis
- Notiocoelotes sparus
- Notiocoelotes spirellus
- Notiocoelotes vietnamensis

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Notiocoelotes is a genus of spiders in the family Agelenidae containing 13 Asian species, first described in 2008 by Wang, Xu & Li.


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I work as a junior executive at a large investment firm. It started off as an internship while still in university. That was all I needed. It was a foot in the door. I was goal oriented. I was motivated. I wouldn't allow myself to fail. I wasted little time moving up in the company. Before long I was promoted. Then promoted again and again. It didn't matter who or what I sacrificed to do so. It was the cost of doing business.

The value of my bank account and stock portfolio was quickly approaching the millions. I owned a large house in a gated community and a vacation villa in the Caribbean. I had a beautiful wife, whom I met in university and married soon after. We had a seven year old son that attended one of the most prestigious private schools on the eastern seaboard. Though my involvement with his education was limited. I paid his tuition. Thats where it stopped. I knew to succeed in the corporate environment I needed to maintain focus. There was little time for such events as school plays or movie nights at home. Not at this point in my career. My son understood. My wife understood. It was to provide a better future. For them. For us. It was all for a reason. It would pay off in the end.

I was at the airport when my wife called to tell me the school had admitted Jeremy to the hospital with flu symptoms. It was precautionary. It was to ensure the other students wouldn't be exposed. That it was routine. Don’t worry about it. It was normal at this time of year, she said.

I was waiting to board a flight to Chicago to meet a client when she called. They were one of our biggest accounts and had raised some concerns about reports that recently surfaced. The numbers weren't where they expected. Or where we projected them to be. They had questions and wanted answers. The firm didn't have answers. I didn't have answers. There were more important things to worry about than the status of my sons flu symptoms.

This was a meeting that could help advance my career. There were rumours that the Senior Vice President of my department was moving on to pursue other opportunities. I wanted that job. Badly. At age thirty four I would be the youngest senior executive within the company. To achieve this would be a dream come true. If I could appease the client in such a way that they were not only were satisfied with the response, but to increase their investment the job would be mine for the taking.

The meeting was scheduled to take place in three days. This afforded me the opportunity to formulate an appropriate response to the questions that were raised. During this time my wife informed me that the doctors were to keep our son for a few days to run some tests. It was to rule out worst case scenarios. I shouldn't worry she said.

There was little time to worry. The client was expecting answers. I was focused on the meeting and how to keep them from losing faith. They were important to us. They were important to me. It was critical to have this go well. If one client loses faith others are sure to follow. That wasn't an option. We needed this to be a success. I wouldn't allow it to be a failure. Not for me. Not for the company.

The day before the meeting my wife called to update me that Jeremy's doctors were concerned about the results of one of the tests. He was being referred to a specialist so he could be further evaluated. She asked me to come home quickly. He was scared. He missed his father. He wanted me there with him.

The meeting was a resounding success. The client was not only satisfied with the answers I provided, but they were excited about my vision for the future. The firm was ecstatic. I was ecstatic. I was told that when I returned we would discuss my future. I was told there was a huge potential for growth and they wanted me as a part of it.

By the time I returned I was met with several messages from my wife. The specialist was troubled by the results of the tests. There was an abnormality on one of the scans and they wanted to check it out further. Jeremy was scheduled to have an exploratory surgery later that day to help decide what the next step should be. I called to tell her I would be there as soon as possible, but I had to stop by the office first. I told her to tell Jeremy I was thinking of him and that I loved him. That he would be fine. He takes after me.

I was in the board room when the call came in from my wife. I ignored it. I was sitting across the table from the top executives of the firm. These were men I respected. Men I wished to emulate. Men I sought to become. We were discussing my future goals. Where I saw myself in five years. A decade. Several more. Despite her repeated calls, it wasn't the time or place to answer the phone. This was important.

When the meeting concluded my wife had left one message.

“Tim….” She was crying, “........Pl...Please call me...”

I think about the moments I missed. The moments I sacrificed. The birthdays. The first days of school and the recitals I couldn’t make time for. I think of the moments where he was happiest. Where he was smiling. Laughing. Carefree. I think about how scared he must have been. The complications that arose. That there was nothing the surgeon could do.

I think about the fact I wasn't there when he needed me most. I was in a meeting. A meeting I deemed too important to postpone. A meeting that informed me that I wasn't to be considered for the senior VP position. They were looking to hire a person with more experience. They told me they appreciated all the hard work I put in because without that they wouldn’t be where they are today. Keep doing what I’m doing, they said, and my future is limitless.

I think about those that told me how sorry they are for my loss. That I was a good father and he loved me. That he is in a better place. I think about the funeral. He was so small in the casket. So peaceful. As if he was sleeping. He was just a child.

I think about the moments I missed with the delusion it was all for him. To further his life. That was, after all, why I did all this. To give him everything. To provide for him. To give him a future. I’m left thinking that I had more important things to worry about than the status of my sons flu symptoms.

title: [FN] My sons flu symptoms

question: What does the story say about the narrator?

answer: The narrator is a hardworking man and is the breadwinner of his family. His wife understands his busy schedule and his tendency to postpone quality time with his son to move up in his career.

question: What does the story say about the narrator and his family?

answer: The narrator is a hardworking man and is the breadwinner of his family. His wife understands his busy schedule and his tendency to postpone quality time with his son to move up in his career. One day, their son is sent to the hospital over the flu. He ignores the calls he receives from his wife. Once he checks her text messages he realizes that his son died. He regrets not spending more time with his family.

question: What does the story say about regret?

question: What does the story say about spending time with your family?


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[1] is a Japanese model, _tarento_ and actress. Her real name is .

Nakamura is represented with Platinum Production.

Biography

Nakamura was born in Fukagawa, Koto, Tokyo. She graduated from Koto Ward Elementary School,[2] Meijiro Gakuen Junior and Senior High School (now Mejiro Kenkokoro Junior and Senior High School)[3] and Toyo Eiwa University.[4][5] From her high school to college years Nakamura was part of the cheerleading team[6] and served as the captain during her third year at high school,[7] and participated in the national competition during both high school and college.[8]

When she was a sophomore in college, she participated in a model audition from a form invited by her friend and won the Grand Prix. But Nakamura did not join the entertainment industry, and although she was finding employment during her third year in university she thought of entering the entertainment industry, she later entered to her current agent where she received an offer and made her debut.[9]

While working as a model in fashion magazines and appearing in television programmes, she became a member of G Race in 2010 and served as a Super GT Image Girl,[10] and in 2014 she also worked as an image model for keirin (cycle racing).[11]

In 6 October 2015 Nakamura was awarded the “Sunglasses Department” award of the _28th Japan Megane Best Dresser Award_.[12]

According to a Lespas fitness awareness survey, she was chosen in first place of the women's ideal figure.[13]

Works

Albums

G RACE

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  2010                                                     _Super Eurobeat presents Super GT 2010_   "Fly High
  _Super Eurobeat presents Super GT 2010 -Second Round-_   “Fly Again”

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  2014   _Anne Balance_

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TV programmes

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  2009                                       _Rabo Meister_               Fuji TV
  _Moshimo_
  _Nep League_
                                             _The 1 Oku-bun no 8_         MBS, TBS
  2010                                       _Sport!_                     Fuji TV
  2013                                       _Shūmatsu metoro Porlshan_   Tokyo MX
  _battle for money Sentō-chū_               Fuji TV
  _Tokyo Jōkyū Date_                         TV Asahi                     Episode 54; Tsukuda
  ''Gacchiri Monday                          ''                           TBS
  _Sunday Japon_                             Occasional appearances
  _Junior Chihara no Hebere_                 THK                          MC; Assistant
  _Uwasa no Genba Chokkō Documen Ganmi! !_   TBS
  2014                                       _Koin Toss_                  MC
  2015                                       _Kasetsu Collector Z_        NHK BS Premium
  2016                                       _#nakedEve_                  KTV, Fuji TV          [14]

TV drama

  Year                                                               Title                                                                     Role               Network      Notes       Ref.
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  2010                                                               _Sheiken Baby! Shakespeare Syndrome_                                      Matsuko Watanabe   Fuji TV
  2011                                                               _Don Quixote_                                                                                NTV          Episode 4
  2014                                                               _Onna Rule: Shiawase ni naru tame no 50 no Okite_                         Yui Honjo
  2015                                                               _Hontoni atta Kowai Hanashi Natsu no Tokubetsu-hen 2015: Kuroi Nichijō_                      Fuji TV
  _5-ji Kara 9-ji Made: Watashi ni Koi Shita Obōsan_                 Ran Ino                                                                                [15]
  2016                                                               _Kazoku no Katachi_                                                       Aya Kozue          TBS                      [16]
  _O Gifu-san to Yoba sete_                                          Kiwa Aikawa                                                               KTV, Fuji TV                    [17]
  _Sekaiichi Muzukashī Koi_                                          Ririko                                                                    NTV
  _Yonimo Kimyōna Monogatari '16 Haru no Tokubetsu-hen: Bijin Zei_   Reiko Tajima                                                              Fuji TV
  _Eigyō Buchō: Natsuko Kira_                                        Tomomi Imanishi                                                                              [18]
  _Suizokukan Girl_                                                  Natsuko Sawatari                                                          NHK-G              Episode 5
  _Rental Kyūseishu_                                                 Iroha Hatano                                                              NTV
  2019                                                               ''Shūdan Sasen                                                            ''                 Mieko Kida   TBS

Films

  Year   Title                         Role        Notes   Ref
  ------ ----------------------------- ----------- ------- ------
  2017   _Mixed Doubles_               Fūka Satō
  2021   _The End of the Tiny World_   Risa                [19]

Animated films

  Year   Title            Role
  ------ ---------------- ------------------------
  2016   _Finding Dory_   Destiny (Japanese dub)

Radio

  Year                                              Title                                          Network     Notes
  ------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------- ----------- -------------
  2010                                              _Madamada Gocha maze'! Atsumare Yan Yan_       MBS Radio   Regular
  _Toshihiko Tahara Internet Radio: Relax Time 5_   Aspect Digital Media
  2014                                              _TKO-Anne Nakamura no chokotto: Yatte māsu!_   MBS Radio   Personality

Advertising

  Year                                     Title
  ---------------------------------------- ------------------------------
  2009                                     Yone×Ravi
  Pinks Magic Flash
  2011                                     Aeon Top Value “Heatfact”
  Winter Sports Festa season 11 Fuyu Spo
  2012                                     Aeon Top Value “Coolishfact”

Advertisements

  Year                                                     Title                                                        Ref.
  -------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------ ------
  2014                                                     Wacoal “Megami no Himitsu: Venus Fit Bra”
  Keirin “Welcome to Keirin!”
  Wacoal “Yakusoku no Bra”
  Lipton “Limone”
  Kao Corporation “Emal”
  2015                                                     Kao Corporation “Biore”
  Suntory Precious                                         [20][21]
  2016                                                     Kao Corporation “Biore: Bihada Care dekiru Ase fuki Sheet”
  Kao Corporation “Bab”                                    [22]
  H.I.S. “Anne Nakamura: H.I.S. de Hawaii ni Kimashita.”
                                                           NHK On Demand

Others

  Year   Title                              Notes                                          Ref.
  ------ ---------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------- ------
  2010   _Kurohyō: Ryū ga Gotoku Shinshō_   Appeared in CG with Yuu Tejima and Aya Hoshi   [23]

Awards

  Year                                                     Award                                   Ref.
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  2015                                                     12th Cotton USA Award Miss Cotton USA   [24]
  2nd Bride Award                                          [25]
  28th Japan Megane Best Dresser Award Sunglasses Sector   [26]

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title: Anne Nakamura

question: Who is Anne Nakamura?

answer: Anne Nakamura is a Japanese model and actress. She is represented with Platinum Production.

question: Which awards did Anne Nakamura win?

answer:
Anne Nakamura was awarded the "Sunglasses Department" award of 28th Japan Megane Best Dresser Award. She was also chosen as the ideal woman figure according to Lespas fitness awareness survey.

Also, she won the Miss Cotton award at the 12th Cotton USA Award.

question: Describe Nakamura's school life.

answer: Nakamura studied at Koto Ward Elementary School and Meijiro Gakuen Junior and Senior High School (now Mejiro Kenkokoro Junior and Senior High School). From her high school to college years Nakamura was part of the cheerleading team. She also served as the captain during her third year at high school.

question: What did Nakamura do when working as a model for fashion magazines?

answer: Nakamura became a member of G Race in 2010 and serves as a Super GT Image Girl when she was working as a model for fashion magazines. In 2014, she served as an image model for keirin.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer:
Anne Nakamura is a Japanese model and actress. She is represented by Platinum Production.

Anne started her career as a model in fashion magazines and became a member of G Race in 2010. She also served as a Super GT Image Girl.

She went on to win numerous prestigious awards and the Lespas fitness awareness survey chose her as the ideal woman figure.


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The AUSTRALIAN MOTOR RACING SERIES (sometimes known as AUSTRALIAN MOTOR RACING CHAMPIONSHIPS) is a collection of national motor racing series travelling to a series of circuits across Australia under a single banner. These race meetings represent the banner race meetings for the Australian Auto Sport Alliance who sanction the series through circuits aligned to the AASA. The series has since collapsed due to poor entry numbers.

History

Beginnings

The series began as a second and third tier collection of national motor racing series in 2005 providing a home for series such as Formula Holden, Formula 3, Sports Sedan, Production Cars, Truck Racing, Saloon Cars, Commodore Cup and Australian Touring Car Challenge. A successful 2005 series was offset by trouble brewing as CAMS who sanctioned the series wanted to de-register series with dropping numbers, while other series, led mainly by Formula 3 were looking for increased exposure to their series. What resulted was division amongst the AMRS categories, the majority of whom left to join the Shannons Nationals series of categories sanctioned by CAMS while the AMRS itself made the transition to AASA sanctioning.

Without the CAMS categories that filled half of the 2005 program some new categories had to be created, with the intent of capturing categories that had been disenfranchised by CAMS. The series was centred on existing categories,[1] the popular TOURING CAR CHALLENGE was a mixed bag category made up of cars left over from several categories, Group A touring cars not quite old enough the race as a historic category, older V8 Supercars no longer allowed to enter the second tier Fujitsu V8 Supercars Series, and cars from Super Touring and Future Touring categories whose series had died in the early 2000s. THUNDERSPORTS was made up of a category called Future Racers, championed by Peter Brock and Ross Palmer of PROCAR fame it had never taken off and CAMS had refused to sanction the category as it was broadly very similar to the Aussie Racing Cars class. Several cars had been built and made a natural core for a sports car class and the regulations were opened for several Sports Prototype classes, with European LMP3 and the motorcycle powered Supersports classes targeted although current outright Le Mans cars were theoretically permitted. FORMULA 4000, the new name for Formula Holden also fronted, with the class expanded to include OZBOSS, a local variation of the European Formula BOSS (Big Open Single Seater), designed to encourage a wide variety of open wheel racing cars.

PRODUCTION TOURING CARS was a variation of the cars eligible for Australian Production Car Championship, although there was an emphasis placed on cars with as few modifications as possible from road specification, something which the APCC no longer represented. 3.3 LITRE HOLDENS was a Victorian-based variation of the popular entry level HQ Holden category. Unlike HQ Holdens where only the HQ model of Holden Kingswood was permitted, later models HJ, HX and HZ were also permitted. CLASSIC TOURING CARS was more or less a direct copy of Group N Historic Touring cars. SUPER TIN TOPS was a touring car type of category intended for slower and less modified cars than those in the Touring Car Challenge, the obvious targets were competitors in Improved Production and Sports Sedans and more limited categories like Saloon Cars and Commodore Cup.

Controversially, STOCKCAR THUNDER ROAD was included, intending to provide the once popular Australian NASCAR competitors a category to race in, however after much hype and promotion no competitors emerged.

Continued growth

The pre-existing categories grew promisingly with Touring Car Challenge and Thundersports well supported. Production Touring developed its own group of competitors. OzBoss was slow to take off and was quickly merged into Formula 4000 grids. Similarly Super Tin Tops was slow to gather momentum and some Production Sports Car type vehicles were included and Classic Touring Cars were merged as well.

Despite this the series 2006 series ended promisingly and most categories continued to grow into the 2007 season. The INTER MARQUE CHAMPIONSHIP for production sports cars was a successful addition to the series, bringing large fields. Another addition was the X CHALLENGE series, providing a destination for competitors in the collapsed Lotus Trophy series, a one make series for racers of Lotus Exige and Lotus Elise cars.

2008 season and legacy

The series was retagged as the AUSTRALIAN MOTOR RACING CHAMPIONSHIPS for the 2008 season. However the new season has seen entries drop across the board, a near nationwide trend but the AMRC has been hit harder than the average. Formula Holden has dwindled to less than a handful of cars and OzBoss, which grew promisingly in 2007 has dwindled also. Thundersports became only contested by the former Future Racers. The faster Sports Prototpyes, typified by the West WR1100 cars have been pushed aside into a new category PROTOSPORTS but because of low numbers has been merged into the OzBoss grids. Inter Marque has left AMRC and the new sports car series, Pirelli Gran Turismo Championship, has been poorly supported. The April round,[2] held at Calder Park Raceway has seen not a single grid, even after merging two or three together, break out of ten cars. The immediate future for the AMRC will be challenging if it can maintain viability. Rounds 5 and 6 did not take place with Round 7 likewise having been cancelled. The series subsequently collapsed. Surviving categories either transitted to CAMS sanctioned motor racing events, like Inter Marque Challenge, and ProtoSports (who eventually became Sports Racer Series) or moved into a new organisation independent of both CAMS and AASA called iRace, most visibly Production Touring Cars, OzBoss and the former Future Racers.

Revival

The concept was revived in 2019 with the original name AUSTRALIAN MOTOR RACING SERIES.

Champions

These are the champions from the AMRS series completed.[3][4]

Touring Car Challenge

-   2005 Garry Willmington (Ford EL Falcon)
-   2006 Terry Wyhoon (Ford AU Falcon)
-   2007 Darren Saillard (Ford EL Falcon/Ford AU Falcon)

V8 Giants

-   2007 Sam Dale (Ford Mustang Cobra R)

Formula 4000

-   2005 Peter Hackett (Reynard Holden)
-   2006 Derek Pingel (Reynard Holden)

OzBoss

-   2007 Ty Hanger (Reynard 95D Holden/Ralt RT4 Ford)

Production Touring Cars

-   2006 Luke Searle (BMW 130i)
-   2007 Luke Searle (BMW 130i)

Thundersports

-   2006 Paul Quinn (Future Racer)
-   2007 Tom Drewer (West WR1100)

Inter Marque Challenge

-   2007 Rod Wilson (Maserati Trofeo)

Super Tin Tops

-   2006 Michael Ballantyne (Holden VS Commodore)
-   2007 Michael Ballantyne (Holden VS Commodore)
-   2008 Stephen George Anslow (Mazda RX-7)

3.3 Litre Holdens

-   2006 Darren Formosa (Holden HX Kingswood)
-   2007 Mark Nottage (Holden Kingswood)

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title: Australian Motor Racing Series

question: What does the text say about the 2009 season of the Australian Motor Racing Championships?

question: What does the text say about the Australian Motor Racing Series?

answer: The Australian Motor Racing Series or ARMS was sometimes known as the Australian Motor Racing Championships (AMRC). Started in 2005, ARMS is a collection of national motor racing series traveling to a series of circuits across Australia under a single banner. The banner race meetings represent the Australian Auto Sport Alliance who sanctions the series through circuits aligned to the AASA. The series has collapsed due to poor entry numbers, but the concept was revived in 2019 using the original Australian Motor Racing Series name (not AMRC).

question: What does the text say about the history of ARMS?

answer: ARMS began in 2005 as a second and third-tier collection of national motor racing series. It provided a home for racing categories such as Formula Holden, Formula 3, Sports Sedan, Production Cars, Truck Racing, Saloon Cars, the Commodore Cup, and the Australian Touring Car Challenge. A successful 2005 series was offset by trouble as CAMS, who sanctioned the series, wanted to de-register the categories with dropping numbers. Other series, like Formula 3, were looking for increased exposure. These issues resulted in division among the ARMS categories, the majority of whom left to join the Shannons Nationals series sanctioned by CAMS, while the ARMS went to AASA for sanctioning.

question: What does the text say about the 2008 Season?

answer: For the 2008 season, the series was retagged as the Australian Motor Racing Championships. However, there was a near nationwide trend of entries dropping across the board, with the AMRC hit harder than average. This resulted in dwindling entries and only a handful of cars. Low numbers saw grids being merged together, and some rounds canceled outright. The series collapsed, and the surviving categories either went to CAMS sanctioned events or joined a new organization independent of both CAMS and AASA, known as iRace.


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DOMINICK A. PEZZULO (August 15, 1965 – September 11, 2001) was an Italian American Port Authority of New York and New Jersey Police Department (PAPD) officer who died in the September 11 attacks in lower Manhattan, New York City in 2001.[1] He was portrayed in the Oliver Stone movie _World Trade Center_ by Jay Hernandez.

In the early morning of September 11, he volunteered to assist PAPD Sergeant John McLoughlin with the rescue effort in the first World Trade Center building along with Officer Will Jimeno. After a brief overlook of the common area the floor shook as the South Tower collapsed just 56 minutes after being struck by United Airlines Flight 175. With only ten seconds defining the collapse from 110 floors to Ground Zero the men dashed for the elevator shaft. Only Pezzulo, McLoughlin and Jimeno would survive the initial hit. As he struggled to lift debris from Officer Jimeno, the North Tower collapsed, causing more rubble, concrete, steel and ash to fall on the already existing pile of rubble formed by the collapse of the South Tower. Pezzulo was pinned,[2] and in an effort to alert rescuers to their whereabouts, he fired a single shot into the air before dying.[3]

Early life

Dominick was born in Italy to Dino and Victoria Pezzulo. He was named after his grandfather Domenico Pezzulo. His nickname was Mimmo.

Pezzulo also returned to teach auto repair, math and computer technology.

After seven years as a teacher, Pezzulo became a police officer for the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey Police Department. He was stationed at the Port Authority Bus Terminal. Pezzulo was on his new job for only 13 months when he received the urgent telephone call on September 11, 2001 about the attacks. He and other officers commandeered a city bus and raced downtown to the World Trade Center.[4] Dominick Pezzulo was 36 years old and had served with the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey Police Department for 13 months. He is survived by his wife and two young children and a brother, Tony.

September 11 attacks

On the morning of September 11, 2001, Pezzulo and fellow officer and friend, Will Jimeno, were stationed at the entrances of a New York bus terminal. Upon learning of the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center, the pair volunteered to assist Sgt. John McLoughlin in the rescue effort. They were joined by two other Port Authority police officers, Antonio Rodrigues and Chris Amoroso.[5]

The five officers were located in the concourse just outside the South Tower when at 9:59 A.M. the building collapse initiated. In the ten seconds it took for the collapse to reach ground zero McLoughlin, Pezzulo, and Jimeno were able to find cover in a nearby freight elevator and despite being trapped beneath the rubble, the trio survived the initial collapse. Amoroso and Rodrigues were unable to reach the elevator in time and both men were killed instantly.[6]

Of the surviving trio Pezzulo was the only one to avoid serious injury and was able to free himself from the position he was initially trapped in. Working in very cramped conditions he immediately set about trying to free Jimeno who was trapped by the legs nearby. Despite repeated attempts, the large piece of concrete that had pinned Jimeno was too much for Pezzulo to move by himself and at 10:28 A.M. the North Tower collapsed.[7] The collapse of the second tower triggered further settlement of the South Tower debris and Pezzulo became pinned beneath a falling concrete wall. Now mortally wounded, Officer Pezzulo fired a single shot from his Smith & Wesson 5946 9mm service weapon in an attempt to alert any nearby rescuers to the group's position beneath the rubble but died of his injuries shortly thereafter. Pezzulo's last words were: “Willie, don't forget. I died trying to save you guys.”

On September 9, 2005, all of the public safety officers killed on September 11, 2001, were posthumously awarded the 9/11 Heroes Medal of Valor by President George W. Bush.[8]

Legacy

In the film _World Trade Center_ by Oliver Stone, Pezzulo was portrayed by Jay Hernandez.

At the National 9/11 Memorial, Pezzulo is memorialized at the South Pool, on Panel S-29.[9] In his birthplace of Giano Vetusto, Italy, a plaque has been erected on the door of the house he grew up in.[10]

[1] “Remembering September 11, 2001: Dominick Pezzulo Obituary”. Legacy.com. Retrieved December 10, 2012.

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title: Dominick Pezzulo

question: Summarize Dominick Pezzulo's early life.

answer: Dominick Pezzulo was born in Italy in 1965 and was named after his grandfather, Domenico. He taught auto repair, math, and computer technology for seven years. He eventually became a police officer for the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey Police Department, where he worked for 13 months.

question: Summarize Dominick Pezzulo's actions on September 11, 2001.

answer: Dominick Pezzulo was stationed at a New York bus terminal when he heard of the World Trade Center attacks. He joined Sgt. John McLoughlin's rescue effort and was just outside the South Tower when it collapsed. He tried to free some fellow officers who were trapped by the rubble but was unsuccessful. Shortly afterwards, the North Tower collapsed and trapped him as well. He fired a single shot from his service weapon to try and alert rescuers to their position, but died shortly after.

question: Summarize Dominick Pezzulo's legacy.

answer: Dominick Pezzulo was survived by his wife and two children, and his brother Tony. He was portrayed by Jay Hernandez in the movie "World Trade Center," and was posthumously awarded the 9/11 Heroes Medal of Valor in 2005. He is memorialized at the South Pool at the National 9/11 Memorial, and there is a plaque on his childhood home in Giano Vetusto, Italy.


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The air conditioning barely worked. The few wisps of cool air that seeped out from the tour bus’ ancient vents had to be trapped inside, lest its twenty or so passengers melt in the summer heat. The windows were shut tight; no breeze could get in or out.

About fifteen of them were chain smokers. Tobacco was the new opium in 21st century China. After the first hour, the air became dense and thick.

When the three hour ride finally came to an end, I could no longer see a yard in front of me. Mother picked me up and rushed to the front; I was still small enough for her to lift back then. The crisp air of the rural countryside hit me like a refreshing blast.

Before I knew it, the contents of my lunch were being emptied on the dirt in front of me.

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Our apartment smelled different when I came home from elementary school that day. It was an old, familiar smell. A faint, musky scent. I took long, panting breaths. My mind felt at peace. I sat on the floor, unmoving, soaking in the beautiful aroma.

An hour or so passed, and I heard shouting down the hallway. My mother was angry. My father was on the defense. “Only two” He exclaimed “I found a pack in my old pocket. They were old. It won’t happen again”.

A half hour later, the yelling ceased. All the windows were open. My mother walked back and forth, beating the air with a feather fan.

******

The day after my eighteenth birthday, I bought a pack of Marlboro’s, and a blue plastic lighter. Curiosity, and just because I could. My gaze stayed glued to the ground as I handed the clerk my I.D. It had a simple design. A red top with an egg white base, with “filter cigarettes” written neatly across the center. I liked the aesthetic. It looked nice in my pocket.

It was never opened. I hid it in a secret compartment in my suitcase, and brought it to college. I’ll save it for a special occasion. Nicotine is supposed to be a relaxant, right? Maybe the night before a stressful test. Or as a cure for a bout of depression.

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Every drive away from my town feels as miserable as the first. The peculiar feeling of leaving the place I call home to sleep somewhere else never quite fades. Maybe I should consider myself lucky for having a place to sleep at all. Look at all these homeless people, wouldn’t they love to trade places with you? I take a walk down the nighttime Seattle streets, for once hoping to see a few of the less fortunate.

I come across a group, huddled under a storefront porch. But seeing their suffering does nothing to curb my own. Homelessness, not in a financial sense, but an emotional sense, could be used to describe my state of mind. Did I come back to visit, or to say goodbye one final time? Some things are harder to let go of than others.

Slowly, reluctantly, I take the pack out of my pocket. Its red gleam remains unfaded, and its crisp packaging beckons to be opened. The plastic wrap comes off easily; It was designed to be torn apart by eager fingers.

Lighting the cig was confusing at first, but I got it going after a minute. The aroma brought back an incredible flood of memories. My grandparents. All of my aunts and uncles. My dad. No one in my family had escaped its alluring scent.

I was lost. My mind was intoxicated. They say some people have genes that make them more susceptible to addiction. That exposure to second-hand smoke isn’t much different than first hand smoke. These were fleeting thoughts, which came and went without me paying them much heed.

The world began to calm down. My walk became steadier, slower. Any worries I had were dissipating. I closed my eyes with each drag, holding the wonderful smoke in my lungs.

Before I knew it, I was on my second. And my third. And my fourth. My breaths were too long; I was inexperienced. I got ashes all over my face and hands, and I coughed extensively. It didn’t matter; it was all bliss.

I was standing still, no longer even walking. There was a familiar haze in front of me; my mind drifted back to the bus ride. “This is mine, and mine alone” I thought triumphantly. No one else could force me to breathe their smoke. I made my own, with my lungs, my money, my life.

I opened the pack, and took out another. As I flicked the lighter, a thought occurred to me. I didn’t have to do it. At this moment, there was no overwhelming force compelling to smoke another cigarette.

But that might not be true a year, or a month, or even a week down the line. When my father found the lingering pack in his pocket, was his choice as clear as mine is now?

Was I expressing my newfound independence, or giving it up?

I threw whole case into a nearby trashcan. The walk away felt heavy, weighted by a mix of desire and pride. To turn around and pick it up again would be so easy. The white and red casing was calling to me, carrying innards that were still fresh and awaiting consumption.

I trudged on.

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title: Haze

question: Does the narrator starts smoking?

answer: No, they quit before finishing their first pack.

question: Why does the narrator throw up?

answer: Because the bus they were driving on was filled with tobacco smoke.

question: Does the narrator like smoking?

answer: It has an enjoyable effect but they manage to resist.

question: Is tobacco smoking common in China?

answer: It is China's new "opium" of the 21st century.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator remembers throwing up as a small child after being shut into a bus filled with cigarette smoke. They also remember the argument their father and mother had when their father quit smoking. At the age of eighteen, the narrator buys their first pack of cigarettes. They love the experience of smoking them, but ultimately chose to throw the pack away and not get addicted.


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I wrote this in high school, was thinking about trying to get it published, any thoughts or critiques would be great

Once there was a pickle named Girth. Girth was a very happy pickle, a little green for his age, but he got along well with all the other pickles in his town. When his parents told him his family had to move to a new town, Girth was very upset. This meant he would have to leave his family and friends, including the town he grew up in. No more strolls down Strubb Meadows, Girth thought, or family dinners at the People Barrel. Although Girth was devastated about having to leave his beloved town, he was also excited about the idea of moving somewhere new.
	When all of his possessions were packed up, and the car ready to go, Girth and his family set off for their new town. When they arrived, Girth noticed that this new town was very similar to his old town, with one major difference. Instead of everyone being dark green and bumpy, like they were in his old town, everyone here was smooth, and a lighter shade of green. “How very odd” Girth thought to himself. When he asked his parents about it, they told him that everyone in this town was a ‘cu-cumber’. “What’s a cu-cum-ber?” Girth asked, curious to know about them. “Well” replied his mother, “They’re just like Pickles, just a little smoother”. “Oh boy!” Girth responded gleefully “Cucumbers! I can’t wait to meet one!” When Girth got home, he eagerly packed his school bag, excited for his first day at school.

	The night flew by and the next thing Girth knew, it was time for school.  When his Mom dropped him off, she gave him a big kiss, and drove away.  Girth walked in to his new school, excited for his first day at Cucumber Collegiate.  As he walked to his first class, Girth noticed that many of the other kids were staring at him, whispering things to each other and laughing.  Girth assumed they did this to all new students, and continued walking to his class. The day went on and it seemed that everywhere he went, people were staring and whispering. Girth was beginning to feel very uncomfortable, and started wishing that he had never moved to this strange new town.
	 Every time he tried to talk to some of the other children, they would call him a word he didn’t understand, and run away. At the end of the day, Girth was closing his locker and getting ready to walk home when a big scary looking Cucumber approached him and knocked the books out of his hands. “Ouch!” cried Girth. “What was that for?” wondering if the Cucumber had knocked him by accident. “Look Bump face” said the cucumber in a booming voice “You don’t belong here, so I suggest you leave”.  “And take your bumpy face with you!” yelled someone from the group that had begun to form around Girth.  Girth’s cheeks turned a bright green, boiling hot from embarrassment. He grabbed his books off the ground and ran home as fast as (his legs would take him) he could, hearing someone call out “Relish Breath!” as he ran away.

	When Girth got home, he ran straight for his room and started to cry in his pillow. Days passed and every day seemed to get worse for Girth as he was teased and bullied by all the Cucumbers at school. Girth couldn’t understand why he was being teased until one fateful morning his father finally explained it to him.  He told Girth about the feud between Pickles and Cucumbers, and how Cucumbers had enslaved Pickles until not so long ago. Girth couldn’t understand why all the Cucumbers teased him because he was a pickle, but continued going through school miserably. One day, on a particularly miserable afternoon, Girth ran into a mysterious old cucumber on his way home from school. “What’s wrong child?” the old Cucumber asked. “Nothing you could possibly understand” Girth replied and continued walking. “Nothing indeed...” the old cucumber muttered to himself, sneering as he disappeared into the shadows.

	The next day, Girth was walking home from school again when the mysterious old cucumber approached him again, this time carrying something under his robe. “Here child, drink this potion and you will find the happiness you seek.” Girth was very scared to drink the bubbling potion, but figured that desperate times called for desperate measures. Girth stared at the potion, watching it froth and bubble in his hand. “But what will the…” Girth turned around and realized he was talking to nobody, as the old cucumber was gone. While he remembered his parents saying something about taking candy from strangers, Girth didn’t particularly remember them saying anything about potions. At that, Girth shrugged, and drank the potion. Like magic, his body began to transform, his skin stretching out and his colour changing to that of a Cucumber. When Girth ran home to show his family this amazing change, they did not recognize him. “But Mom! Dad! It’s me!” he cried. “Get off our property you crazy cucumber! Haven’t you people tormented us enough!” they yelled as they slammed the door in Girth’s face.

	Although Girth was terribly sad about his family kicking him out, he was now fitting in very well at school, as everyone was being very nice to him. When he passed pickles in the hall, he would sneer at them and call them names as the cucumbers had called him when he was a pickle. After school Girth would go hang out with his new friends, causing mischief by teasing pickles, or vandalizing their houses. One day, when Girth and his cucumber friends were out causing mischief, he realized that the house they were about to vandalize was the house he had used to live in. A cucumber beside him threw a rock through the front window of the house, causing Girth’s parents to run outside. “Go back to where you came from you pickle scum!” one of Girth’s friends yelled out. Girth saw his mother run back inside crying, his dad slammed the door and ran back inside to comfort her.

	Girth continued life like this, going through school, causing mischief with his friends, and everything he had dreamt of before the transformation. Although Girth was doing all the things he thought would make him happy, he realized that he was in fact, not very happy, and hadn’t been happy in weeks. Girth decided to look for the old cucumber that gave him the potion so he could turn himself back into a pickle and be with his family. When he found him, he asked him to transform him back. “Looks like you got yourself in a dilly of a pickle.” The old cucumber chuckled to himself. “Sadly, I cannot transform you back, only you can”.
“You worthless old cucumber!” Girth cried. “Look what you’ve done to me!” As he ran away, he started to cry and his tears burned hot against his skin. As his salty tears fell, his skin began to darken, and bumps began to form. When Girth looked at himself, he realized he had transformed back into a pickle.

	Now looking like himself, Girth went back to his family, his parents delighted to see him again. Although he was still teased by the cucumbers, he just smiled it off and continued doing whatever he was doing. For the first time in a long time, Girth was finally happy, and continued being happy until the end of his days.

title: Children's Book I Wrote - Girth The Pickle

question: Why did Girth move to a new town?

answer: He moved with his family.

question: What happens in the new town?

answer: He notices that everyone in the town was different; they were smooth and a lighter shade of green. Girth's dad says they're cucumbers, not pickles.

question: Is there a conflict that occurs? Explain.

answer: The cucumbers are not welcoming to the pickle family, and Girth gets bullied at school.

question: Does Girth have any friends?

answer: Girth doesn't have any friends as a pickle, but when he becomes a cucumber, he has friends.

question: Write a ~9 sentence summary.

answer: Girth is a pickle. He and his pickle parents move to a new town. Everyone in the new town is different. They're smooth and a lighter shade of green; they're cucumbers. The cucumbers aren't welcoming to the pickles, and Girth is bullied in school. One day an old cucumber sees Girth upset; he gives him a potion that turns him into a cucumber. Girth is happy to have friends, but his parents don't welcome him home. After some time, Girth realizes he want to be a pickle again and go back to his parents. He cries, and he turns back into a pickle; he goes back to his parents.


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ANGADIKADAVU is a town in Kannur district, Kerala, India. It is near to Karnataka border. Don Bosco college is situated in this region and it is the one of the famous colleges in Kannur. Angadikadavu town is the capital of Ayyankunnu grama panchayathu.

Education

Don Bosco College is run by Christian missionaries and has a well equipped campus. The college is reputed for courses like Journalism, Social Work, Computer Applications, Commerce etc.. Sacred Heart Schools, Angadikadavu is also located in the town.

Transportation

The national highway passes through Kannur town. Mangalore and Mumbai can be accessed on the northern side and Cochin and Thiruvananthapuram can be accessed on the southern side. The road to the east of Iritty connects to Mysore and Bangalore. The nearest railway station is Kannur on Mangalore-Palakkad line. There are airports at Kannur, Mangalore and Calicut.

title: Angadikadavu

question: Where is Angadikadavu?

answer: Kerala, India.

question: What district is it in?

answer: Kannur.

question: Which famous college is there?

answer: Don Bosco.

question: Who runs Don Bosco?

answer: Christian missionaries.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Angadikadavu is a town in the Kannur district of Kerala, India.


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BALDWIN BEACH EXPRESS (BBE) is a four-lane highway near the beaches of Baldwin County near the Gulf of Mexico in the southwestern part of the U.S. state of Alabama. It was built to relieve traffic on heavily traveled State Route 59 (SR 59). The interchange with Interstate 10 (I-10) was the last piece of the highway that was completed. The southern terminus of the highway is at an intersection with both County Route 28 (CR 28) and the Foley Beach Express (FBE) in the far north part of Foley. The northern terminus of the highway is at an intersection with CR 68 east of Loxley.

Route description

The BBE begins at an intersection with the FBE in the far northern part of Foley. Here, the roadway continues as CR 28. It travels due north from its southern terminus and then intersects the eastern terminus of a western segment CR 28. It then intersects CR 32. It crosses over a tributary of Negro Creek and then the creek itself. It intersects CR 34 (Lehman Road). It then intersects CR 36. One block later is an intersection with the southern terminus of CR 38 and the eastern terminus of Dubose Road. Another block later is an intersection with the western terminus of a northern segment of CR 38. It crosses over Waterhole Branch and then intersects CR 48. After crossings of Rock Creek and Blackwater River, it intersects U.S. Route 90 (US 90; Old Spanish Trail). The BBE crosses over Davis Branch and then intersects CR 62. Then, the highway curves to the north-northwest and then intersects CR 64. It curves back to the north and intersects CR 68. The two highways travel concurrently to an interchange with Interstate 10 (I-10) at exit 49. Just north of the interchange, at an intersection with the southern terminus of Roserun Road, the BBE ends and the roadway, as CR 68, curves to a due east direction.[1]

History

The BBE opened to traffic on August 15, 2014.[2] It was built to relieve traffic on heavily traveled SR 59, and the interchange with I-10 was the last segment completed.[3]

Major intersections

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title: Baldwin Beach Express

question: What is the acronym for the highway discussed in this article?

answer: BBE.

question: What does CR refer to in this article?

answer: Country Route.

question: Explain the meaning of "terminus" as it relates to this text.

answer: The text doesn't explicitly say but context strongly implies that "terminus" is being used in the usual sense of the word, i.e., the farthest boundary or end of something (in this case, the BBE).

question: When did the BBE open to traffic?

answer: On August 15, 2014.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This text overviews the Baldwin Beach Express which is a highway in southwestern Alabama. It was created to relieve traffic on surrounding roads and was completed in 2014.


text:
Peter

As blood dripped from his new American Apparel t-shirt, Peter wondered if he'd made a mistake. It would take an awful amount of time to get it out, it was cotton after all, and had cost him a dear amount of money. He remembered when he bought it, it was a hot, stuffy day and the cashier was a chubby lady called Vicky. His card had been rejected by the machine at least 5 times before he'd gotten it to work. He'd left rather irritated that it had taken so long but pleased that he'd bought a new shirt and some socks. He glanced down at his hand and the still warm Smith and Wesson revolver that rested in his gnarled palm. The smell of smoke from the barrel  and chamber made him screw up his nose in disgust. His father was a smoker, at least he had been till Peter had taken him into the back garden and caved the back of his skull in with a spade for shouting at him one too many times. He cast the revolver aside onto the now red carpet, and brushed himself down. He picked a particularly large piece of flesh from his midriff and held it up to his eyes. He studied it closely before deciding it must be ear, judging by the cartilagenous texture of the skin. He felt his own ear, it was cold to the touch, which was when Peter realised he was still standing in the open doorway of the house. He shut the door briskly and strode over the mangled corpse that lay before him towards the kitchen. He started the kettle, quickly realised it had not been filled, tutted, and then refilled it from the tap. He waited in silence for it to boil and placed a teabag with surgeon-like precision into the Thomas the Tank Engine mug he had taken from the shelf. He poured exactly 375ml of hot water into his mug, stirred six times and removed the teabag before adding a teaspoon of milk. He watched as the reddish brown of the water slowly turned into a more pleasing creamy colour. He returned to the hallway and looked down at the man he had shot in the head. He sipped his tea at regular intervals whilst he pondered this man's story. Had he known this was to be his last day on Earth? Did he know that just 12 and a haf hours after he had woken up and started breakfast that his frontal lobe would be resting on his hallway chandelier? Maybe he'd considered not going into work and just staying in bed, not caring whether or not his spreadsheet would be ready by wednesday. He wondered if this man knew that Peter had followed him home, before entering his house and watching Eastenders for a half hour and eating cheese and pickle on toast. Peter wondered if he should move the body from the hallway, but decided against it as he didn't want blood over any more of the house, that would be unsightly. Instead he walked back into the kitchen and set his empty mug into the wash basin, then ran the water over his fingers until it became warm. He moved the tap head over the basin, squirted some fairy liquid into the mug and began to wash it with a nearby washcloth. Once it was done he decided he may as well continue as not to waste water and took a dirty plate from the counter. He placed into the water and rubbed it clockwise in concentric circles, being careful to clear all crumbs or left over pickle from the china. Peter glanced around the kitchen, impressed by the cleanliness. It was not unlike his own home, the mantelpiece was well dusted and the potted plant, a small spider-plant, appeared to be in good health. There were also some cards stacked neatly on the shelf. Peter dried his hands on his ruined shirt and picked up the first card. It had a picture of a Chinchilla with sunglasses on the front with the caption 'Chinchilling'. Peter allowed a smile to play on his lips before rapidly dismissing it. He opened the card to find the words 'Happy Birthday Dad, we all love you very much - Amy and Jess' in childish scrawl. He placed the card back onto the pile carefully and thought about the two children, Amy and Jessica. He thought they must look like their Dad, but the corpse in the hallway wasn't proving very useful to his mental image so Peter entered the living room in search of a picture of the pair. Adverts droned on quietly from the  old Toshiba television which lit the room with a dim, pulsing glow. Peter's fuzzy shadow lay on the wall, as silent as he was. After a few minutes of searching, Peter recovered a photo of two smiling girls, aged around 3 and 6 and who he presumed to be their mother standing in front of Blackpool tower. Peter had been to Blackpool before with his schoolmates, he'd sat on the end of the pier fiddling with some blu-tak whilst the other children played on the rides or with the fairground games. Mr Hershaw, his science teacher, had approached him and tried to convince him to come and play with the others. Peter had sat in silence wishing Mr Hershaw would leave. Mr Hershaw's cat died the next week, which was unfortunate for him. He placed the picture back on the window sill and sat down cross legged on the floor. The adverts on the television had stopped playing and had been replaced by a loud, tall man with large teeth hosting a family oriented gameshow. Peter grimaced and flicked the tv off with the sauce-stained remote. He now sat in the dark, alone in a foreign house with corpse for his only companion. It was almost funny, Peter felt like laughing; but he didn't laugh. He simply stood up and walked back into the doorway, he didn't need light to navigate, he had already memorized the structure of the small house. He stepped back over the body and grasped the brass doorknob. It was cold and he withdrew his hand quickly. Peter decided it would be wise to leave in more than just his t-shirt. He rolled the man over on to his side, so as he wouldn't have to step back over him. Peter was a skinny man, he always had been, and so rolling over the man's rather hefty frame was no easy task. He scoured the house for a coat, but quickly realised that the cadaver was the only one sporting a jacket. He heaved at the hem of the jacket, pulling it from the body. He did not see any point in un-buttoning it first as there was no head to make removal particularly difficult. He pulled the bloodied Weird Fish coat over his head, it was still warm and had some weight to it. Peter rifled through the pockets and picked out a pair of keys and an embroidered hankerchief. The keys had the words 'Renault' etched into them, and so Peter concluded that they must be for the car that resided in the driveway. Peter considered taking the car rather than walking, it was cold and he was already beginning to hear sirens. He had realised shortly after pulling the trigger that a high calibre handgun was not the most silent of killing devices, and it seemed that someone had noticed.

title: 'Peter' - [unfinished]

question: What style is this story is written in?

answer: This story is written in a stream of consciousness style. Although it has no run on sentences, there are also no paragraph breaks. The narrator also makes associations very quickly between what Peter witnesses, objects in the house of the man that he killed, and memories from his childhood. This helps to give the narrative a dissociative or manic effect which mirrors its content — it is about a serial killer.

question: Who are the kids in the story and what is their role?

answer: The children are the two daughters of the man killed, Amy and Jessica. They serve two purposes for the narrative. In the first place they humanize the victim and demonstrate to us that he is a typical family man. They also add tension because when Peter, the killer, discovers their picture, there is a chance that he will go after them as well. However he does not and instead reminisces about his own childhood trips to Blackpool, the location where the picture of the girls was taken.

question: In what way does the beginning of the story mirror the end?

answer: The first line of the story starts us off in medias res. We meet Peter and wonder why he is covered in blood. He also wonders ominously whether "he has made a mistake." As the story goes on we discover Peter is a serial killer, and we experience some of his inner monologue and rambling. Thus it is a rather neat bookend that at the end of the story the consequence of Peter's actions returns to him, and he hears sirens. It would seem, from the final line, that Peter did indeed make a mistake.


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    We were enjoying the cool night air. I lit a cigarette and took a quick harsh drag. My friend sat next me, quiet. He wouldn’t admit his thoughts, but I could see them on his face. I sat with the cigarette between fingers, slowly burning down, quickly giving me a buzz, relieving my stress. He was waiting for a text. I was waiting for anything. That night I wore shorts and a sweater: comfortably chilled. I can’t remember, but it is possible that we had been drinking.
    From the vantage point of my friend’s porch we could see them approach her building and stand just outside her door. She was anxious. He, as always, was calm and cool.
    I turned to my friend, “Do you see this?” I took a drag, eager for what happened next.
    They stood there. Talking. His jeans loose, hems on the concrete, striped hoody, and backwards flat-billed baseball cap, all synonymous with his profile. She wore a skirt, netted leggings underneath, large boots coming half way up her calf, a low cut shirt and a half buttoned up purple cardigan sweater, her sunset red hair kept neat under a black beret. These two friends stood talking in the dark of night; thinking that they were alone in this moment. That for a few minutes the world was theirs. I watched on, ignorant to my friend’s presence and text chimes. In my mind I saw and heard their conversation. She was thanking him for being a good guy to walk her home. He said it was nothing and that he was happy to do it; “No problem.” One of them checked their phone, probably he did. He motioned to go. She asked him to wait. She stepped in for a hug and embraced him. He wasn’t reluctant, he didn’t stop to think about the implications, and he did not consider his girlfriend hundreds of miles away. He didn’t think about how much his girlfriend meant to him, and he didn’t consider how much this girl holding him right now wanted to be more than friends. He held her tight in his arms. And he released first. She held a second longer, understanding that now, given the circumstances, and his obligations, that he could not be with her. She turned to unlock her door; she pulled it open and stood there, holding it. One hand on the door, the other hanging at her side. They said goodbye, he turned and walked away. But she didn’t turn in. She stood there.
    I was fixated on her. I wanted to walk over to her and tell her I’m sorry it wouldn’t work out with him. I wanted to run after him and tell him what he’s doing to her. But I couldn’t. I watched her. This image is cast in my mind like stone. The yellow lights on the wall above her emitting their soft enveloping glow. The way she held most of her weight on one foot. Her head cocked slightly to one side and inclined towards his fleeting presence. And my friend reclined on next to me. Cigarette smoke drifting before my face in the breeze.
     To me this moment only lasted about fifteen seconds. She watched after him. I saw in her body language how she registered the ramifications of their conversation and interactions. Her body slouched. Her hand fell off the door letting it swing in, stopping against her shoulder. She loosened her firm stance and stepped one foot back to turn, but she couldn’t yet. She had to watch him a few seconds longer; she had to hope that he’d changed; that maybe he did feel the same way for her. Hoped that maybe he’d turn back for her. I could only imagine how long this felt for her, the emotions she felt as he went farther away, without looking back: the impact of his words tonight, the realizations within that hug, the disappointment and despondency of that brief moment. She finally turned in—sad, lonely, defeated. I felt sorry for her. I felt guilty that I had intruded on this moment; that I watched something that was supposed to be private and within only her world.
   I finished my cigarette, crushed the butt, and threw it away.

title: A Goodbye (ws please)

question: What interaction is the narrator viewing?

answer: The narrator is watching two people, a boy and a girl, and the sexual tension between them and describing how their body language gives away what they are thinking.

question: How is time measured in this story?

answer: From when the narrator first started to light their cigarette to when they put the cigarette out.

question: Who was the narrator fixated upon?

answer: The narrator was fixated upon the women and wants to go and comfort her.

question: How did the narrator feel when viewing the interaction between the boy and the girl?

answer: The narrator felt guilty.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator is privy to an interaction between a boy and a girl. The girls wants more from the boy and have him come home with her, but the boy has a girlfriend. The narrator wants to comfort the girl but feels guilty to be viewing this interaction.


text:
_PEOPLE V. DLUGASH_ (1977) was a pivotal decision from the Court of Appeals of New York involving the principle of attempt in criminal law. It established that “legal impossibility,” where one or more legal elements of a crime cannot be met, is not a defense for an attempt charge.[1] This revolutionized the way New York courts analyze attempt, by shifting the focus from external circumstances to the state of mind of the defendant. The court looked to the Model Penal Code (MPC) for guidance in writing this decision, and recognized the MPC's goal of eliminating all types of impossibility as a defense for attempt.[2]

The defendant, Melvin Dlugash, shot a dead body and was charged with attempted murder, a crime that was legally impossible to commit. Dlugash allegedly shot the dead body out of fear, and with the hope of placating the actual killer by showing solidarity.[3] Despite this, the jury believed that Dlugash intended to kill the victim, so the Court of Appeals of New York upheld an attempted murder conviction.

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title: People v. Dlugash

question: How important was People v. Daglish (1977) ruling in the Court of Appeals, New York?

answer: It was pivotal as it established that the concept of "legal impossibility" is not a defense for an attempt charge.

question: What did People v. Daglish accomplish in the way the courts look at evidence?

answer: The ruling shifted focus from external circumstances to the defendant's state of mind when analyzing cases.

question: What were the details of the Daglish case?

answer: Daglish shot a dead body and was charged with attempted murder. Though the crime was legally impossible to commit, the jury believed that Daglish intended to kill the victim, hence upheld an attempted murder conviction.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer:
People v. Daglish (1977) ruling in the Court of Appeals, New York represents a huge turning point in the legal history of the United States. The ruling established that the concept of "legal impossibility" is not a defense for an attempt charge, shifting focus from external circumstances to a defendant's state of mind when analyzing cases.

In the People v. Daglish, it was noted that Daglish though he shot a dead body, an act which is legally impossible, he was still guilty as he intended to kill the victim.


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It was the third summer since the war ended and the Cloud had broken, ending the tyranny of a winter that had lasted decades. The warmth on Lauriel’s face lifted her spirits. Her garden was finally returning to an approximation of its former glory; rose bushes breathing color into a space that for so long had been a gray wasteland. Her favorite vine was growing, too, not yet more than a few buds at the base of the lattice she’d put up earlier that week. She would teach it to weave as it grew.

A baby’s cry broke through her serenity, and Lauriel smiled; *I must teach you to grow too, little one. You will have a whole new world to weave through.*

The pristine click of the garden gate filled the air with something Lauriel ascribed to coziness. She couldn’t say the same for the old street lamp out front. The road it had once faintly illuminated was gone, reclaimed by the earth. A testament to the strength of our makers, she thought as she turned and started to climb the porch stairs.

Lauriel didn’t notice the rain as it fell at the base of the lamp post; or the puddle the rain formed as it pooled and ran off an unseen edge. Even as she turned back briefly, on the thought of having heard something peculiar, she did not see it. The rain had by then flickered and vanished; much the same as the light from the bulb above.

title: The Prologue of My First Short Story: Unfathomable

question: What does the rain at the end signify?

answer: Is it possible that the brief warmth of the sunlight has gone again and heralded the onset of more cold weather? Perhaps not as the rain flickers and vanishes.

question: What had caused the winter that lasted for decades

answer: The winter was started by the war

question: What was happening in the garden?

answer: The sun was warming the air and allowing the plants to bloom again

question: How does Lauriel expect the ivy to weave?

answer: She has bought a lattice and she will train the ivy to weave between the uprights.

question: Does the lamp outside still work?

answer: No, it doesn't as it is described as once faintly illuminating the road.


text:
The Office Bathroom

So there I was, sitting on the toilet in the bathroom, minding my own business. In walks another patron for one of the other porcelain thrones. He takes the one furthest from me. Minutes go by, no major release from their anus. Meanwhile I am sitting there on Reddit, taking my time as I have already released the majority of my demons.

Suddenly, there is a tremor in the stalls. And what must have been a soft paste explodes from the ars of patron number 2. The kind that makes little popping sounds as it comes out in a medium-thick stream of smelly bile. Pop, pop, poppity pop it went. Followed by what can only be described as a cartoon fart. *BLARRRT* I giggle at the misfortune on this stranger as they may have held that poo to avoid my ridicule. But they failed.

As I proceed to clean myself, it hit me, a smell that is the enemy of any nostril. At first, it came it light waves and was mixed with fresh air, confusing me, not alerting me to the poop scented dangers that would soon approach. I stayed strong and kept my breathing to a minimum. I opened the stall door and ran to the sink. I was safe. I made it out alive. Or so I thought...

I looked myself in the mirror and watched as I gagged on the smell of another's feces. It was a silent gag, the kind that only makes your eyes water and your stomach churn. The water flowing from the faucet, my mind racing with images of rotten chocolate pudding.

At last, the soap was off of my hands and I made my way to the towel dispenser, dispensing several towels. I dried my hands and left the bathroom as quickly as I could, stomach in shambles and eyes a glazed over with pain.

title: The Office Bathroom

question: What can you take away about the narrator's mental state from this story?

answer: The narrator seems to be having a tied mental state with the affair and noise of their poop.

question: Why does the narrator gag from the smell of another's feces?

answer: The smell of another's feces is so strong and pungent that it causes the narrator to gag.

question: What can be assumed of office bathroom etiquettes from this story?

answer: It can be assumed that when pooping, one tries to make the least amount of noise while another is in the stall.


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HARSIESE C was the Second Prophet of Amun from the time of Osorkon II and Harsiese A.

Family and background

Harsiese C was the son of the fourth prophet of Amun Nakhtefmut A (also called Djedthutefankh B) and Nesmut (ii).[1] Nakhtefmut A was a second cousin to Osorkon II and also held the positions of Second and Third Prophet of Khons.[2] Harsiese was Fourth Prophet of Amun, Second Prophet of Amun, Seal-bearer of the King of Lower Egypt, and Eyes of the King in Karnak. He was also attested as the Letter-writer of the Estate of the God's Adoratrix of Amun.[3]

Harsiese married Isweret, a daughter if King Harsiese A. Their son Djedkhonsefankh C would later serve as fourth Prophet of Amun.[4]

Harsiese is said to have had e special relationship with the king. On the statue dedicated by his son he is said to have calmed the king after he became angry.

    My voice sounded day after day before his majesty; his other dignitaries used to speak according to his desire, but I was not afraid. It was me who appeased his heart, when he had flown into the most violent rage. He was satisfied about that which my mouth announced, to bring to him the gifts of each country. It was I who extinguished the heat of the conversation by calm, until I brought him to the right measure of contentment.[5]

Statues

-   Statue dedicated to his father Nakhtefmut (Karnak T 35; Cairo JE 91720) [6]
-   Statue dedicated by Djedkhonsefankh C to his father Harsiese C. Djedkhonsefankh is Fourth Prophet of Amun, Seal-bearer of the King of Lower Egypt, and Eyes of the King in Karnak, titles that had belonged to his father Harsiese C. Harsiese bears the title of Second Prophet of Amun. (Cairo CG 42210) [7]

[1] Dodson, Aidan and Hilton, Dyan. The Complete Royal Families of Ancient Egypt. Thames & Hudson. 2004. p203

[2] Gerard P.F. Broekman, The leading Theban Priests of Amun and their families under Libyan Rule, The Journal of Egyptian Archaeology, Vol. 96 (2010), pp. 125-148, Egypt Exploration Society, Stable URL: https://www.jstor.org/stable/23269760

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[4] Kitchen, Kenneth A. The Third Intermediate Period in Egypt, 1100-650 B.C. (Book & Supplement) Aris & Phillips. 1986

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title: Harsiese (C)

question: Who was Harsiese C?

answer: A prophet.

question: Of whom was he a prophet?

answer: Amun.

question: Whom did Harsiese marry?

answer: Isweret.

question: With whom was Harsiese C said to have an especially close relationship?

answer: The king.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Harsiese C was the Second Prophet of Amun from the time of Osorkon II and Harsiese A. He descended from a line of prophets, Harsiese married Isweret and had one son. There are several statues erected in honor of Harsiese C and his lineage.