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Cody had no sense of smell; he had no sense of taste either, but it's not fair to only talk about what he wasn't. He laughed and cried, the same as you and me. Cody was a human being, and he was just as pissed off about it as anyone else.

He was different too, it's fair to say. When Cody was a baby a brick struck him in the face while playing near a construction site. They were building apartments, and his parents got a wad of money from the construction company as a way of saying sorry. He was permanently blessed with a dent in his head, a line across his forehead that made it look as if he was always pressing his face against a pane of unseen glass.

My great grandfather had a dent in his head, a small round divot above his left eye. He got it in ``the war'', laying on the ground working on the engine of an American tank. Another soldier was sitting on top of the engine and dropped a big wrench straight in to his mellon. I don't think the military gave him any big wad of money or said sorry, but the event provided him with a fabulous story for the rest of his life. The other soldier, my great grandfather said, was a celebrity who was proudly serving but had no real business as a mechanic. I have no idea who this celebrity was, but my great grandfather lived to be 95 years old, and told this story with a grin until he lost his mind.

Whether the ding in the head of my proavus really came from a celebrity or not, this was truly a great story. He would tell it to us loudly, waving his hand about, and we would laugh and smile. This story is my fondest memory of him.

Cody was too young to remember the brick that had smacked him in the head. Even if he had been older, that brick probably would have still excused itself from his memory, politely bowing in to faint obscurity. That brick took his sense of smell, and taste, and left his incredible brain a jumbled mess. Sometimes Cody would be confused, but never angry. That was his blessed gift, to never be angry, and it served him well.

We all cherish the stories of our scars, they are the physical record of our triumphs over death. At any good party someone will show off their old battle wounds, even if they were just the result of an errant golf ball. My great grandfather happily told the story of how the famous actor introduced himself with a wrench. Cody loved to spin his tale, even though he couldn't actually remember it. In his rendition the brick struck him at high noon, in a blistering summer heat, and his dear mother had to run 50 city blocks to the hospital while carrying the baby and the brick. The brick didn't stay lodged in his head after impact, Cody told us, but his mother brought it along anyway, ``just in case!''  Everyone laughed at that point in the story.

And then Cody would remind us how lucky he was to survive that brick, and how good his life was as a result. You didn't feel sorry for Cody and his dented forehead. He was intelligent and funny, and just a little confused sometimes. People called him stupid, but he wasn't.

title: My humble first submission to this community: Cody

question: Why did people call Cody stupid?

answer: Presumably because his condition caused him to get confused sometimes.

question: How would Cody be different if the brick hadn't struck him?

answer: He would have retained his sense of smell and taste.

question: How does the narrator feel about Cody?

answer: The narrator thinks Cody is a human being just like anyone else and deserves to be treated as such.

question: Did Cody's mother actually bring the brick to the hospital?

answer: It is implied that this is a fabrication on Cody's part.


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

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

Davi cried everyday.  He wanted to make friends.

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

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

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

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

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

Davi thanked his grandfather, and went through the gate.

Davi walked through the dark...

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

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

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

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

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

Davi said "Thank you, Mr. Cat!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Davi started singing a song.  Then...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

("Little Monster Davi" I have copyrighted this story in America a few years ago.)

title: A monster who tries to make friends with people (Original)

question: Why does the monster try to go to the human world?

answer: Because he had no friends.

question: What are the three animals the monster asks for advice?

answer: A cat, a dog and a bird.

question: Do the humans accept the monster?

answer: No they are scared of him.

question: What is the ending of the story?

answer: The monster's bravery in going to the human world impresses his brothers so much that they play with him again.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: This story is about a monster who can make no friends, so he decides to go to the human world. He gets advice from a cat, a dog and a bird but can make no friends with humans. Finally he decides to return to the monster world, but his bravery has so inspired his brothers they will be friends with him now.


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ALLANA HARKIN (born in Hamilton, Ontario, Canada)[1] is a Canadian comedian, actress, and playwright.

Harkin wrote the comedy play _Real Estate_, which premiered at Theatre Collingwood and later became very successful at Theatre Aquarius.[2] She is also a former member of all-female comedy troupe the Atomic Fireballs. It was through this troupe that Harkin first met Samantha Bee, who was its co-founder.[3] Bee and Harkin later collaborated on the parenting blog “Eating Over the Sink” for the website Babble.com,[4] and have since been described as “best friends”.[5]

When Bee later became the host of _Full Frontal with Samantha Bee_, she called Harkin immediately to ask her to work on the show's staff. Harkin is currently the producer of, and a correspondent on, this show.[6][7] Harkin is also a sometime film actress, having appeared in both _The Birder_ (2014) and _Patch Town_ (2015).[8][9]

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title: Allana Harkin

question: List 3 professional affiliations of Allana Harkin.

answer: The Atomic Fireballs, Samantha Bee, and Full Frontal.

question: Where does Allana Harkin currently reside?

answer: The text doesn't say.

question: Who is named as one of Allana Harkin's close collaborators?

answer: Samantha Bee.

question: Can Allana Harkin sing?

answer: The text doesn't say.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This text provides a brief biography of Allana Harkin, a Canadian comedian, actress, and playwright. Harkin is currently a correspondent on the show Full Frontal with Samantha Bee as well as its producer.


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COMMUNICATION IS KEY WHEN TALKING ABOUT TEARING DOWN BARRIERS TO DATA COLLECTION OR EXPLAINING RISK AND BENEFITS.

We are fundamentally emotional beings – it is personal stories, not bar charts or p values, that guide our decisions and prompt us to act.  So, how can we make sure science is using the language of society?

Our televisions, newspapers and magazines are full of stories about people because that’s what people are interested in.

Send the results of a clinical trial to a journalist and the first thing they will ask for is a case study – because human interest is the basis of a good story.

And stories move the health agenda forward.

PUBLIC CONSCIOUSNESS

Tessa Jowell was 70 when she died of brain cancer in May. During her last few months, she made more of a difference by sharing her story than a whole library of scientific abstracts and insight reports ever could.

The month before her death, she became the first person to donate her medical information to the Universal Cancer Databank, a global database aimed at discovering new treatments.

“It is my hope that through my cancer journey and sharing of my data, we will be able to develop better treatments for cancer and speed up the discovery of new ones,” she said at the time.

Despite widespread concerns over data privacy in other areas of public life, thousands of people have since followed the former politician’s lead.

In 2009, the illness and death of 27-year-old reality television star Jade Goody propelled cervical cancer into the headlines. In what has since been dubbed “the Jade Goody effect”, 500,000 more women than usual attended a smear test the following year.

DATA STORIES

To help people understand the importance of collecting data, we need to ensure the “why” resonates.

Speaking during a TEDx Live talk in Liverpool, Maxine Mackintosh, co-founder of One HealthTech, said: “We all know the importance of storytelling.

“As a data scientist, I take massive datasets and try to tell stories from them. I try to find threads, narratives, trends, counter trends. But my stories are not super exciting or have a cool moral at the end.”

And that’s a problem, she added.

“We have an epidemic of terrible story telling in academia. It’s so important to tell proper stories when it comes to data science and health.”

DATA SAVES LIVES

When figures showed Nuneaton Hospital had above average asthma incidents, clinicians slashed death rates by stratifying and targeting children at high-risk of an attack, explained Maxine.

In Wales, data analysts found teenagers were being over prescribed anti-depressants by looking at GP data.

By delving into cancer registries, Cancer Research found black African women were twice as likely to be diagnosed with late-stage breast cancer.

It’s not enough to know these descriptive facts. People can be selfish when it comes to sharing their data – they need to understand there is a benefit to doing so.

“We need to think about how we tell these stories,” said Maxine.

“It’s not that Nuneaton has above average asthma incidents, it is that this child didn’t die because the organisation has a new process that is based on data.  It’s that hundreds of black women can now receive life-changing chemotherapy because the data showed a disparity in detection.

“It’s that a teenage girl can now sit her GCSEs without having to deal with the side effects of anti-depressants.”

WHAT’S THE RISK?

The same goes for communicating risk and benefits, a task that has become ever more important as treatment choice and complexity has increased.

Between 43 and 61 per cent of working age adults in England do not have adequate skills to enable them to understand and use health and wellbeing information¹.

A list of side effects accompanied by clinical trial data, talking about people as a one in ten or one in 100 doesn’t connect with how the average person thinks.

Real-life accounts of how side effects could feel, how they can be managed, or how the medication enables people to live their lives can go a long way.

EXPERIENCE IS DATA

Patient experience is information, and information is data. It’s all the same thing, but sometimes human stories get lost in all the talk of algorithms, artificial intelligence and robot learning, said Maxine.

And we can’t let that happen, because all those individual human stories add up.

“Data is like a grain of sand. By itself it isn’t useful but put it all together and it becomes a beach that hundreds or thousands of people can benefit from,” Maxine added.

In a world of patient centricity, collecting and disseminating experience isn’t difficult. It’s just a matter of understanding that it is worth doing.

_ABOUT THE AUTHOR:_

[Amanda Barrell]

Amanda Barrell

_Amanda Barrell is a health and medical education journalist, editor and copywriter. She has worked on projects for pharma, charities and agencies, and has written extensively for patients, healthcare professionals and the general public. _

_Reference: _

_¹ Rowlands, G., Protheroe, J., Winkley, J., Richardson, M., Seed, P.T. and Rudd, R., 2015. A mismatch between population health literacy and the complexity of health information: an observational study. Br J Gen Pract, 65(635), pp.e379-e386. Available at https://bjgp.org/content/65/635/e379.short_

question: What does the text say about becoming a data scientist?

question: What does the text say about who authored the article?

answer: The article's author is Amanda Barrell. She is a health and medical education journalist, editor, and copywriter. Barrell has worked on projects for pharma, charities, and agencies. She has written extensively for patients, healthcare professionals, and the general public.

question: How can communication and human interest stories help move healthcare forward?

answer: Communication is key when talking about tearing down barriers to data collection or explaining risks and benefits. Televisions, newspapers, and magazines are full of stories about people because that's what people are interested in. Human interest is the basis of a good story, and stories move the health agenda forward.

question: How can medical data save lives?

answer: Former politician, Tessa Jowell was 70 when she died of brain cancer. She became the first person to donate her medical information to the Universal Cancer Databank, a global database aimed at discovering new treatments. Because of Jowell's example, thousands of people have donated their medical data so that researchers can help other people.


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I first saw Woodstock running across a turnpike we were turning onto late one dark night in Peachtree Georgia Atlanta. Whilst we were shooting Lawless. He was a stray. 11 weeks old. Oh No we thought. Quickly Go get that dog not even sure it was a dog. Actually.  We stopped the car. It was pitch black literally. I used my phone to light the road in case a car came round the turnpike and couldn’t see me. And malletted me. And I tried to cover some ground but he was fast.  I watched this thing Running towards the highway in the pitch black making good speed towards the cars and lorries and I remember seeing what were its floppy ears bouncing towards the traffic. That dogs had it I thought. I couldn’t make out how big it was what breed it was? Nothing  just those two ears flapping away above a frantic bundle. Hurtling away from us towards impending doom that was for certain. Whatever it was had no road sense and was tearing away. I panicked a little because I couldn’t help it had no name to shout and now it was close to the freeway. I put my fingers to my mouth and I whistled. Loud as I could. The whistle pierced the black. And It stopped the dog dead in its tracks. Then it turned and set eyes on me in one swift movement the ears about faced and the dog decided to run straight at me in the darkness all flashes of teeth and snarling And shrieking. Fuck this I thought that’s not a fkn dog. What am I doing. It ran straight at me and hit me around the legs I couldn’t see but I could hear the distress and I reached down thinking I’m going to get bitten. It was so noisy shrieking. I snatched out expecting to feel teeth and grabbed a fist full of soft neck fur lifted what was actually an incredibly light weight up to my face and shone my phone at it. It was a very small bundle literally sagging from its neck fur with two big brown eyes staring straight into mine. Terrified and utterly quiet. When I got back to the car and sat in my seat he lay on my shoulder and fell asleep. And snored clearly he’d been through a lot. And now the ordeal was seemingly over enough for him to relax. Jessica asked me was he a girl or a boy. Its a boy I said. How do you know. Erm… I can feel his Woodstock. great !!! let’s call him Woodstock!!! And so it was. He was covered in dogshit. Now so was I. And we rode and We took him straight to the pet store to clean him up and buy him well things.., lots of things things dogs need and we walked the aisles the three of us letting him
Choose toys and his lead and his collar. I’ll
Never forget that night. It was wonderful. One minute he was almost dead next terrified. Then picked up by strangers then after He had a power nap in the car, the next he’s walking with his bandy leg John Wayne strut under the strip lighted aisles of this massive pet store happy and playful.
He wore a red bandana that night and from then on and drank religiously from the toilet throughout the night despite having a few bowls of water in the apartment he was every inch a survivor.  He wasnt house broken it didn’t matter we were outdoors mostly and He ate through trailer doors and made many friends and Pnut had him on the lead off set and He became our onset dog  I will always be eternally grateful to Georgia. It gave me the greatest of joys of being a dog owner  And the bestest of friends after Max had passed Woody arrived He was 11 weeks old approx. The first morning we had him. He ate a turd and we chased him to drop it but he gobbled it down because he must have thought we wanted to eat it. So he ate it as fast as he could. We just wanted him to eat some real food. He now had plenty. But there was a survivor in him. That was clear he had had to eat what he could and from then on it was clear he had food issues. But he would never go hungry again. His nickname was Yamaduki. Because he literally yammed down a duki. So Woodstock Yamaduki was his full name. Woody Thomas later Woody two shoes and Wu for short.

Woody came back to the Uk after Jess’s parents kindly looked after him to avoid quarantine they house trained him. He had my tshirt from Warrior. I picked him up from them in California when I shot Dark Knight and thanked them. He hadn’t forgotten me and despite the tireless efforts and hard work that Jessica’s Mum and husband had put into Woody he heard my whistle again and turned and ran at me and didn’t look back. I felt for them but secretly I was very happy that my friend and I were reconnected.  We all had a picnic we jumped into a lake Woody too and then it was clear Woody couldn’t swim and I hauled his ass out of the lake. Dragging him out the shit a second time cemented a pattern. I have hauled him out of rivers and ponds on many occasion since that day such was his love to chase ducks. Especially the Thames.
his rabies titer had cleared he spent a week in quarantine and he became a Londoner.

He was an Angel. And he was my best friend. We went through so much together.
Charlotte worked tirelessly with him to get him through a rough case of separation anxiety. He loved her like his Mum. And when she was pregnant he gaurded her fiercely.

He has been on many sets. Met many crews. Photo shoots premieres made many many friends he was #73 most influential animal in TIME magazine. He beat JAWS. Something we all thought was brilliant. He’s been in peaky blinders. Legend everyone who met him loved him. He didn’t have a bad bone in his body. All he knew was love.

I don’t normally speak out about family and friends but this is an unusual circumstance. Woody affected so many people in his own right so with great respect to his autonomy and as a familiar friendly face to many of you, it is with great great sadness a heavy heart that I inform you that after a very hard and short 6 month battle with an aggressive polymyostisis Woody passed away, two days ago. He was only Age 6. He was Far too young to leave us and We at home are devastated by his loss I am ultimately grateful for his loyal companionship and love and it is of some great comfort that he is no longer suffering. Above all I am completely gutted. the world for me was a better place with him in it and by my side.
To the bestest friend ever. To me and to a family who loved him beyond words and whom he loved without doubt more than I have ever known. Woody was the bestest of journey companions we ever could dream of having. Our souls intertwined forever.

A friend told me

He was special bro, a shining example of man’s best friend. He burnt very very bright and, those that burn very bright sometimes burn half as long.

Thankyou Woody for choosing to find us. We will love you and be with you and you with us forever. Never ever ever forgotten. Your Boy tom xxx I love you beyond words. To the moon and back again and again to
Infinity and beyond. Run with Max now and the Angels. I will see you when I get there.
With all of me I love you. Always Thankyou for
Your love beautiful boy.

question: What does the text say about how to housebreak a dog?

question: What does the text say about Woodstock?

answer: Woodstock was a stray dog that was rescued by Tom and Jessica late one night in Peachtree, Atlanta, Georgia. He was around 11 weeks old at the time of his rescue and it was clear he was a survivor. Woodstock wasn't housebroken, drank from the toilet, and would eat turds, which was why Tom gave him the name Yamaduki because he literally yammed down a duki. Tom would take Woodstock along on many film sets, the dog met many crews, made many friends, and was loved by all. Woodstock died at only 6-years old after a hard, six-month battle with aggressive polymyositis.

question: What does the text say about Tom's real identity?

answer: Tom appears to be a Hollywood actor. Based on the film and TV sets mentioned (Lawless, Warrior, Dark Knight, Legend Peaky Blinders) this actor is probably Tom Hardy. Taking Woodstock to live with him in London (from the U.S. where he found Woody) reinforces the assumption that it was Tom Hardy who rescued the dog in Georgia while filming Lawless.

question: What does the text say about Tom's feelings for Woodstock?

answer: Tom loved Woodstock beyond words because they went through so much together. He was gutted and devastated when the dog died after a six-month battle with aggressive polymyositis. They were the best of friends and to Tom, Woody was the best journey companion ever. Their souls are intertwined forever. Tom calls Woody an angel who didn't have a bad bone in his body.


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BOUDERIES is a settlement in Kasserine, Tunisia, in North Africa.[1]

The settlement is located on the Algerian border north of Fériana. It is the site of a natural spring,[2][3] and nearby Mount Jebel ech Chambi is, at 1,544 m, one of the highest points in Tunisia.

History

Ain Bou Dries is the site of Drua, a ruined Roman fort,[4] of the Roman province of Byzacena.

During late antiquity the town was seat of a Christian bishopric. [5][6] [7] In 411, the towns bishop, Antonianus, attended the Council of Carthage with the Donatist delegation. The town survived until at least the Arab–Byzantine wars of 698AD.

The 1st Armored Division of the United States Army passed through Bouderies during World War II.[8]

Today the bishopric of Drua survives as a titular bishopric[9] with the current bishop being John Joseph Jenik, auxiliary bishop of New York City.[10]

[1] Map of Aïne Bou Driès in Kasserine, Tunisia.

[2] Bouderies at mapcarta.com.

[3] Aïne Bou Driès at getamap.net.

[4] Gamal Mokhtar, _General History of Africa_ - Vol. II - Ancient Africa ( UNESCO, 2010) p553.

[5] Pius Bonifacius Gams, _Series episcoporum Ecclesiae Catholicae_, (Leipzig, 1931), p. 465.

[6] Stefano Antonio Morcelli, _Africa christiana_, Volume I, Brescia 1816, p. 152.

[7] J. Ferron, v. _Druensis_ in _Dictionnaire d'Histoire et de Géographie ecclésiastiques_, vol. IX, 1937, col. 821.

[8] George F Howe, _United States Army in World War 2 - The Mediterranean -Northwest Africa_. (Pickle Partners Publishing, 2014).

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[10] diocese entry at www.gcatholic.org

title: Bouderies

question: Where is the settlement?

answer: Kasserine, Tunisia

question: What natural features does the site have?

answer: There is a natural spring at the site, and Mount Jebel ech Chambi is nearby

question: What Roman ruins are at the site?

answer: Drua, a ruined Roman fort

question: Who is the current bishop of Drua?

answer: John Joseph Jenik, auxiliary bishop of New York City

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Bouderies is a settlement in Kasserine, Tunisia. It is the site of a natural spring, and is close to Mount Jebel ech Chambi. It is the site of Drua, a ruined Roman fort, and was once the seat of a Christian bishopric. Today, Drua is still a titular bishopric, with the current bishop being John Joseph Jenik, auxiliary bishop of New York City.


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Voices from the television, white noise to his vacant mind. Two men were talking to each other and he didn't see their faces. He saw moving lips. The stench of the apartment did not bother him. Half eaten food rotted on the floor. The most recent of this food was a bowl of somewhat eaten jello. It sat still on the table next to the couch where a mindless man sat.
Who is this man? Most would say he's a brilliant writer of a dozen famous short stories; each translated into a dozen languages and read by much more than a dozen people. The characters in his stories have been analyzed time and time again. They are the best creations of his writing. His characters are the story. Their complexities are deeper than most imagine. This writer is a genius.
But at this moment, he isn't a famous writer. He is Alfred Jones, the newest of his characters. You see, when the writer writes, he locks himself in his apartment for many months. He eats, but he doesn't finish. He turns on the TV and enters his imagination, unaware of reality, to build his characters for hours. He writes it all down when he awakes at midnight. He becomes his characters during these trances.
He jolted wide awake. Is it midnight? He checked the time through a TV and found it was 9:00. Two men were talking on a screen. Who are these two men, Sally? He looked around. Sally was not there. This isn't my place. Did I get drunk today? No, I couldn't have. So how did I get here?
The man stood up, puzzled by what was happening. The jello will stink, the jello will stink. He was startled by this incoherent thought. It wasn't his. Who was that?! WHO said that?! He grabbed a couch, trying for a grip of the demented reality. WHERE AM I?! The man ran to a bathroom. The jello will stink, the jello will-
He screamed. He wanted to vomit. Was he going crazy? Water rushed through the man's fingers as he washed his face. This will wake me up! It will, it will, it will, IT WILL.
He looked up to a mirror. Screams echoed in a bathroom. This isn't him! This isn't him! WHO IS THIS FACE?! WHO IS THIS?! He screamed and screamed. He clawed at the face. Is it a mask? He pulled but it wouldn't come off. Stink jello stink. The man smashed the face into a mirror. He's just dreaming right now! This can't be real. Blood trickled down the mangled face. Shards of mirror were dug into skin. They were deep.
Where's your wallet? I don't know.
Go find it. Who are you?
The man walked of a bathroom. Blood dripped onto a floor. Why is my face on fire? The man went towards a room. My face hurts. Sally? Help me. Jello stink.
I opened a door. Where is the wallet? Put out the fire. A wallet was on a bed. Whose wallet is that? It's mine. It's his. Put out the fire.
He picked up a wallet. I opened it up. I read a name on a license. Stephen King.
Who am I?

title: The Writer

question: Describe the setting of the story.

answer: The setting is a filthy apartment filled with rotting food on the floor.

question: Who is the narrator and summarize what is happening to him?

answer: The narrator is the famous writer, Stephen King, and he is in the process of creating a new character named "Alfred Jones". To create memorable characters, King locks himself up in an apartment for many months and transforms into the character he is creating, often blurring the lines between reality and fiction. This time, King is having a hard time detaching himself from his creation and wakes up as Alfred Jones, who is understandably confused.

question: Why did Alfred try to take his face off?

answer: He doesn't recognize himself and thought it was a mask.

question: Who is the voice talking to Alfred?

answer: The voice belongs to Stephen King, the writer who created Alfred.


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Last June, the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff issued a classified “execute order” to authorize and initiate a military operation.

The nature, scope and duration of the military operation could not immediately be determined — even the title of the order is classified — but it evidently pertains to the conduct of military cyberspace activities.

The existence of the previously undisclosed execute order was revealed last week in a new Air Force Instruction.

“Classified processes governing C2 [command and control] of AF [Air Force] offensive and defensive cyberspace operations conducted by AF Cyber Mission Forces are addressed in a classified CJCS [Chairman, Joint Chiefs of Staff] Execute Order (title classified) issued on 21 Jun 13,” said Air Force Instruction 10-1701, entitled “Command and Control (C2) for Cyberspace Operations,” dated 5 March 2014.

An execute order goes beyond planning or preparation for conflict, and represents the commencement of a military operation.

The formal definition of an execute order (or EXORD) is “an order issued by the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, at the direction of the Secretary of Defense, to implement a decision by the President to initiate military operations,” according to the official Department of Defense Dictionary of Military and Associated Terms (JP 1-02).

“Execution begins when the President decides to use a military option to resolve a crisis,” according to Joint Publication 5-0 on Joint Operation Planning. “Only the President or SecDef can authorize the CJCS to issue an execute order (EXORD).

“Execution continues until the operation is terminated or the mission is accomplished.”

“The CJCS-published EXORD defines the unnamed day on which operations commence or are scheduled to commence (D-day) and the specific time an operation begins (H-hour) and directs execution of the OPORD [operation order].”

“The CJCS’s EXORD is a record communication that authorizes execution of the COA [course of action] approved by the President or SecDef and detailed in the supported commander’s OPORD,” explained JP 5-0.

In response to questions from the Senate Armed Services Committee, Vice Adm. Michael S. Rogers, the nominee for Commander, US Cyber Command (and Director, NSA), said that “Geographic combatant commanders already have authority to direct and execute certain Defensive Cyberspace Operations (DCO) within their own networks.”

Judging from the new Air Force Instruction, however, the June 2013 execute order extends to offensive cyberspace operations as well.

All or most execute orders naturally start out as classified documents. But sooner or later, they are declassified.

A March 2011 execute order for Libya Contingency Operations can be seen here.

A January 1991 execute order for Operation Desert Storm, incongruously signed “Warm Regards, Colin Powell,” is here.

A rare reference to another currently classified execute order appeared in a paper published in _Joint Force Quarterly_ (issue 69, April 2013, p. 53): “In compliance with the guidelines outlined in the Global Response Force Execute Order, JCSE [Joint Communications Support Element] maintains an alert-postured force that can deploy and have its communications packages fully operational within hours of notification for an emerging requirement.” That execute order dates from September 2012, and is classified Secret.

The Senate Armed Services Committee asked Adm. Rogers whether there was a need for greater transparency concerning “the nature of cyber warfare, and the balance between offensive and defensive capabilities.”

Adm. Rogers replied: “I believe the recent disclosures of a large portion of our intelligence and military operational history may provide us with [an] opportunity to engage both the American public and our international partners in discussion of the balance of offense and defense, the nature of cyber warfare, norms of accepted and unacceptable behavior in cyberspace, and so forth.”

“As cyberspace matures as a warfighting domain, I believe our classification policies will also evolve to support growing domestic and international partnerships and relationships,” Adm. Rogers wrote.

question: What branch of the military is mentioned the most in this article?

answer: The Air Force.

question: In what century was this article written?

answer: The 21st century.

question: Who is Michael S. Rogers?

answer: A vice-admiral and nominee for commander.

question: What does the acronym JCSE represent?

answer: Joint Communications Support Element

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This article summarized the details surrounding the issuance of an execute order, which is described as "an order issued by the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, at the direction of the Secretary of Defense, to implement a decision by the President to initiate military operations." Most execute orders remain confidential for quite some time but it is known that the order had to do with military cyberspace operations.


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I walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on. As the water sprayed down and I tried to find balance between scalding and freezing, I laid back and let the water run over my midsection. The warmth of the water reminded me of that same warmth that came with being inside of a woman, and thus my dick began to rise. I groaned as I reached down and stroked myself, closing my eyes. I thought of girls of all cups and sizes, one by one entering the shower to take their turn with me. Using me like a piece of meat.

First was a wild blonde, who refused to spit out her bubble gum as she bounced up and down, beating my chest with every pump, and when she had come in my fantasy I was not quite there yet, so I exchanged her for a fair skinned brunette, who knew she wanted my member but was unsure of what she actually wanted to do with it. After moments of debate she buried her head in my lap and licked my shaft all the way up and down, gagging but not caring. Her eyes were begging for my come, and while I got closer and closer I wasn’t getting there quite as fast as she would have liked, so she beckoned a friend in to help speed things along. This friend of hers had blonde highlights streaked through her black and blue hair and a piercing just above her right nostril. Her breasts were perky and fake, full of whatever it was they put in those things. The two of them began taking turns, but quickly decided to each take a side as two tongues licked up and down, at times connecting at the tip.

Finally I could feel myself reaching that point of no return. I reared my head back and let the juices flow out of my piss hole and slide down the drain, although some drips attached themselves to the bathtub, as if all my dying children were hanging on the edge of a cliff, desperately trying not to fall into that black abyss. I opened my eyes. What a feeling! I looked around and smiled. Everything looked normal. I didn’t care about the journey and I didn’t care about the finish line. What I cared about was that I could finally stop thinking about it. I could look around and enjoy the world for what it truly was. I laid in my own filth, basking in the glory of a free mind. I noticed little things that I normally wouldn’t care about, like how clean the spots between my tiles were. I saw that I needed to buy some more soap, and that my finger nails were in dire need of a trim.

I looked up on the shower rack, and scanned the Head and Shoulders bottle, admiring the artwork on the front. It looked as if Jackson Pollock had tried using his paintbrush as a sword, swiping one big, long, curved red streak along it. Then that streak began to transform into a strand of hair, and I was reminded of a fiery redhead that practically mouth raped me in 6th grade in the back of a school bus. She was a sleek and dark red and blessed with few freckles. I fought her tongue but it always seemed to win as she penetrated my lips, sticking it as far as she could and stroking the roof of my mouth with it.

I dropped my hand at my side and felt the bath sponge in my hand. It felt like the pubic hairs of a woman who rarely waxed, and I slid my hand across it, feeling for that sweet warm pulsating spot that lies just a few more inches across the horizon. I looked over at the shower liner, and the ripples in it as it trailed across the bathtub reminded me of a beautiful sundress, which women these days just never wore. When they did, however, it was indeed beautiful and I could see just a hint of those soft, silky, milky legs that lay underneath, and knew that just beyond was the land where milk and honey met.

Once again everything I saw, felt and sensed reminded me of that devilish, curvy template of a body I could not resist.

Once again my glasses were covered in rose-colored lipstick.

Once again I lost my free, clear mind.

Once again I was hard.

Well, it was nice while it lasted.

title: American Girls: I am Whitesnake, Hear Me Roar

question: Who is the narrator?

answer: That information can't be found

question: Where does the story take place?

answer: The narrator's shower

question: List the main characters.

answer: The narrator

question: In what time period does the story take place?

answer: That information can't be found, but I would assume around the present day

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator masturbates in his shower, thinking of various women. After a short time, he becomes erect again.


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It had taken everything else from him. His feelings began to fade in August of the previous year. Tiredness bled into torpor, torpor bled into apathy, apathy made him seek help that wasn’t helping. He was leaking. It had taken his wife from him. She left in March of this year. She couldn’t deal with the lack of emotion and energy that her husband used to be full of. He was running on fumes. It had taken his friends from him. He couldn’t deal with them anymore. Being around people so full of life began to take its toll on him. He gave them up shortly before his wife left him. He was empty. It had taken his career from him. He didn’t have the energy to show up anymore. He didn’t have anything left. Depression had taken a vibrant life and drained it of everything that had made it worthwhile. He was good as dead.

At this point, it was only a formality that it should be the death of him. And since it couldn’t kill him in the literal sense of the word, he would have to do that himself.

He’d been contemplating it for the past few months now. The question now was not a matter of do or do not, but the execution of it, ironically enough. He didn’t trust himself enough with knots to hang himself. He hadn’t the drive to go purchase a gun. Poison was too cliché. He couldn’t cut himself, he hated blood. He would jump, but he couldn’t stand heights.

A train would do it, though. The thundering of steel at high noon, the shrill shriek of the steam horn, the raw power of ungodly machine, it all seemed morbidly attractive. He would have described it as a type of romantic if he had the feelings to find the words. He had found his end. And so it was settled: he would sacrifice the last of himself to the condition that had taken the rest of him.

He put on his Sunday best for his final hurrah. When they found his body he wanted it to look good. At least, that’s what the real him would have wanted. If he could have watched himself, would the real him have been happy, though? Two years ago, the real him never would have imagined that he would go down like this, a prisoner of his own life, a victim of his own mind.

If he was really going to do this, he had to stop thinking like that. Conviction was what he needed of himself right now. He was going to pull the trigger.

The rails were surprisingly cold for early September. The trees on either side of the tracks had just begun to shed their leafy vestiges in a snow of orange and red. Perhaps it was appropriate that the forest around him was accompanying him in his demise. As they slowly died, so would he. In the spring, they would come back.

What had really brought him so low? In the days before his demise, he would have said that he began to feel numb in August of last year. In the hours before his demise, he wasn’t so sure. Had he always been this cold on the inside? His life wasn’t flashing before his eyes like in the overly dramatized stories he liked to read. It melted before his eyes. His first memory of youth was inseparable from his memory of last night’s dinner.

The first sign of the incoming train was the buzz he felt on his head. A light vibration that might have been pleasant if he remembered what pleasant was. The light vibration slowly and methodically became an incessant rattle. His heart fluttered with the frequency of pulsating rails. If he remembered what to call it, he would have recognized this feeling as anxiety. His stomach churned like the bouncing gravel under the tracks. His thoughts were brought to a rolling boil as his blood pressure shot through the roof. He was nervous.

What came after the train hit him? He didn’t let himself believe in a god. Would it be blackness? Would it be peaceful? Painful? Immediate? Eternal? He lacked the answers to the questions he had; this wasn’t the best location to ponder life’s mysteries. Or was it? He hadn’t felt this alive in his whole life. His whole body was quaking with an unnatural tension that frightened him. How could he let himself die when he felt so far from death? He had doubts.

Was this actually what he wanted to do? The rattle from moments before became a thunder in less time than he would have liked. The train was fast approaching and he was frozen in place, his head stuck to the frigid rails, cold sweat pouring from his burning being as his death charged down upon him. Something from within him screamed. He was afraid. He was scared to die.

A last thought before impact, a deathbed confession to eternity: He didn’t want to die.

title: Deathbed Confession

question: What's wrong with the narrator?

answer: He's struggling with depression.

question: How does the narrator kill himself?

answer: By being run over by a train.

question: How long had the narrator been depressed?

answer: 13 months.

question: Why did the narrator choose to be hit by a train as his method of suicide?

answer: Because he didn't like blood, so he couldn't cut himself; poison was too cliche; he didn't trust his knot tying abilities to hang himself; and he didn't want to buy a gun.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator is overwhelmed by depression. It costs him his marriage, his career, his friends. He's decided on killing himself, but can't decide on how. He finally settles on being hit by a train. As the train barrels down on him, he decides he wants to live, but it's too late.


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[Walking path along Chickasaw Gardens Lake.|right]CHICKASAW GARDENS is an established upscale neighborhood in midtown Memphis, Tennessee.

Geography

Chickasaw Gardens is located between Central and Poplar Avenues, near the center of the Interstate 240 loop. The Memphis Pink Palace Museum and Planetarium, the Central Library of the Memphis Public Library System, and the University of Memphis are nearby.

Setting

Chickasaw Gardens features a lake, sometimes called Memphis Lake or Chickasaw Gardens Lake, home to ducks and other birds. There is a concrete path leading around the west side. Neither fishing nor boats are allowed.

Running parallel to the lake is a ditch, along the west side of the lake. It is surrounded by a fence. The west end goes to Orange Mound and under Central Avenue, while the east end goes under Poplar Avenue and beside the East High School football and track field. Crossing the ditch, there are vehicular bridges and a foot bridge — closer to the southeastern side of the lake, right beside the south car bridge.

Most of the streets in Chickasaw Gardens are named after different Native American tribes. Examples include Catawba Lane, Iroquois Road, Chickasaw Parkway, and Natchez Lane.

History

Chickasaw Gardens is located on land that was originally part of the estate of Clarence Saunders, the Memphis inventor of the first self-service grocery store named 'Piggly Wiggly'. The Chickasaw Gardens lake was originally constructed as part of an elaborate garden with rustic bridges and a playhouse for Saunders' children. Saunders lost his fortune in 1923 during the stock market crash, and the estate was sold to developers.[1]

A number of the houses in the neighborhood were designed by prominent Memphis architect George Mahan.[2]

Movies

_The Firm_, the 1993 film based on a John Grisham novel, has many scenes filmed in Memphis. The home used for the residence of the main characters is in a different neighborhood, Belle Meade.[3]

_21 Grams_, which featured Sean Penn and Naomi Watts and was nominated for two Academy Awards, was partially shot in a Chickasaw Gardens house.[4]

[1] Lauderdale, V. Ask Vance. Bluff City Books, Memphis, 2003, p. 16.

[2] George Mahan: Architect of the Rich and Fancy

[3] Hollywood in Memphis

[4] 21 Grams film locations. The Worldwide Guide to Movie Locations: Exploring film locations around the world.

title: Chickasaw Gardens

question: What species of birds can be found around Chickasaw Garden Lake?

answer: This information can't be found.

question: What may be the motive behind not allowing fishing or boating in the lake?

answer: It may be implied that the motive behind not allowing boating or fishing would be to not disturb the wildlife residing in the lake.

question: What could be the reason behind naming the streets after Native American tribes?

answer: This information can't be found.

question: The houses in the neighborhood belong to what style?

answer: This information can't be found.


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JOHN OF FALKENBERG or JOHANNES FALKENBERG (born in Falkenberg, Pomerania, date unknown; died about 1418 in Italy — or, according to other accounts, in his native town) was a German Dominican theologian and writer.

His prominence in medieval history is due partly to the share he took in the Western Schism, but chiefly to his involving himself in the long-standing disputes between the Teutonic Knights of Prussia on one side and the allied Kingdom of Poland and Grand Duchy of Lithuania on the other. He is known as one of the first thinkers to advocate genocide of another nation.[1]

Life

Little is known about his early life, save that he entered the Order of St. Dominic and spent his novitiate in the convent at Kammin. The fact that he was a master in Sacred Theology indicates that for a number of years he taught philosophy and theology in his order.

In opposition to many of his brethren and the general of his order, Bernard de Datis, who were firm adherents of the antipopes Alexander V and John XXIII, Falkenberg was an adherent of Pope Gregory XII. He carried his opposition so far as to refuse publicly in the Council of Constance to acknowledge Bernard as his superior.

Works

In the conflict between the Teutonic Knights on the one side, and Polish King Jogaila and Lithuanian Duke Vytautas on the other, Falkenberg supported the Knights, who waged a 100-year crusade against the pagan Grand Duchy of Lithuania.

At the time both sides submitted the dispute for mediation to the Council of Constance.

Falkenberg wrote a book, _Liber de doctrina_, published 1416,[2] opposing Polish scholar Paulus Vladimiri. _Liber de doctrina_ argued that the King of Poland and his adherents were idolators, and unbelievers; that the opposition against them was noble and praiseworthy. In _Liber de doctrina_ Falkenberg justified the tyrannicide advocated by the Franciscan Jean Petit. Falkenberg concluded that it was lawful to kill the King of Poland and his associates.[3]

Falkenberg also argued, in _Liber de doctrina_, that “the Emperor has the right to slay even peaceful infidels simply because they are pagans (...). The Poles deserve death for defending infidels, and should be exterminated even more than the infidels; they should be deprived of their sovereignty and reduced to slavery.”[4] Stanislaus F. Belch in his work _Paulus Vladimiri and his Doctrine concerning International Law and Politics_ wrote that he was the first writer to formulate justification of genocide.[5]

Falkenberg also published _Satira_ in 1412, further attacking the Poles and King Jogaila. At this time King Jogaila was Christian, as was Lithuania. Falkenberg called King Jogaila a “mad dog,” unworthy to be king.[6] In a later work _Tres tractatuli_,[7] published in 1416[8] Falkenberg attempted to refute Jean Gerson, Pierre d'Ailly, and other doctors of the University of Paris, who had condemned the works of Jean Petit. In this work, moreover, he denied the bishops the right to declare his book or any part of it heretical, claiming that in matters of faith the pope and general councils alone are infallible.

By order of Nicolaus, Archbishop of Gnesen, Falkenberg was imprisoned. The Poles demanded the conviction of Falkenberg for heresy, but in vain. His works were condemned by the Council of Constance as scandalously libelous, but not heretical.[9] A similar verdict was given by the Dominican Order, assembled at Strasbourg from May to June 1417, which also condemned the author to life imprisonment. On his return to Rome, Pope Martin V took Falkenberg with him, and kept him for several years in close confinement. Whether he eventually regained his liberty or died there is uncertain.

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[2] http://www.geschichtsquellen.de/repOpus_02225.html

[3] Schroeder cites: Giovanni Domenico Mansi, “Conc.” XXVII, 765.

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[7] Schroeder states: “Given as appendix to the works of Jean Gerson in the edition of Dupin, V, 1013-32.”

[8] http://www.geschichtsquellen.de/repOpus_02228.html

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title: John of Falkenberg

question: Summarize John of Falkenberg's viewpoints.

answer: John of Falkenberg was one of the first thinkers to advocate genocide of another nation. He justified the tyrannicide advocated by the Granciscan Jean Petit, concluding that it was lawful to kill the King of Poland. He also believed the Emperor has the right to slay peaceful infidels simply on the grounds of being pagans. He believed the Poles should be deprived of sovereignty and reduced to slavery. He believed King Jogaila was unworthy to be king.

question: What does the article say about John of Falkenberg's relationship with religion?

answer: He was a theologian. He entered the Order of St. Dominic and spent his novitiate in the convent at Kammin. He was also a master in Sacred Theology. He was an adherent of Pope Gregory XII. He believed that in matters of faith, the pope and general councils alone are infallible.

question: What does the article say about John's personal life?


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Something I wrote while trying to sleep. Fuck grammar, syntax, and structure, for now.

How does someone wake up everyday wanting to shoot themselves? I wonder this everyday. I wake up. I open my eyes. I wait for reality to seep in, and I cry. I don't know why I do this or if anyone one else does this;but I do. I wait for my nerves to calm down and get ready for the sound of my perpetual fan to fill my ears, and I stop. Sure, I wonder, when is this gonna stop? Is my nose red? Will my family notice how red my eyes are? But, regardless, I wake up; I find my shoes; I put on some pants and walk out. At first I really don't notice anything. I hear the snores of my father, sometimes my mother's. I walk towards the bathroom in the hallway and stare into the mirror. My eyes are red, and my nose is red. I don't really think people notice how red my eyes are anymore. I think they just think it's normal. The majority of people don't say anything and think it's natural. You know, like when someone has a rather large mole underneath their left eye or when someone's nose has clinging mucus. I, and they, don't say anything. I just smile through the bullshit of reality and hope that they don't notice that I've noticed.
I've always wanted to meet some lovely girl with a lazy eye, you know, a really, really lazy eye. I mean, she's be absolutely beautiful. Her lips would have they radiating pinkness which would vibrate in the dark. Her hair would be eternally black and wavy, kinda like that fear you feel when you stare into the woods at night. Her body would be sharp, tight, and skinny like a ballerina that moves violently, perfectly on her toes. I would meet her somewhere...like some fucked up bench outside of an abandoned school's playground. She's be smoking a girly cigarette and pretend like I wasn't there when I'd come up to her. I sit next to her, she'd look at me and smile. At first I'd think she's just staring at the ground, modestly smiling at my presence. But I'd soon realize that I'm looking her lazy eye. She really wouldn't say anything, just mumble something like, "I used come here when my parents were beat each other up. They never really noticed I'd leave." I sadly smile and fall in love with her. She's stand up after a while, slowly tip toeing around the room, each second that'd pass her toes would move faster and faster and faster. I'd hear and watch them click across the concrete. Then, out of nowhere, she'd laugh. At first it'd shock me, I'd think, "What a deep laugh for a girl so small." Then she's begin again, moving her body. I'd tear up, a little. Then she'd whisper, I must leave. She'd come up to me, with lazy eye and all, and kiss me, half on the lips, half on the cheek. It wouldn't be sexual. It wouldn't be dull. It'd feel perfect. I'd sit there a while watching the trees sway and imitate her dance in the heavy, high wind. The moon would shine too brightly, but wouldn't be able to overcome the darkness. I wish I'd meet her.
So I rub my nose and some watery substance drains out. I look again, some minutes have passed since I started thinking about her, my nose is no longer red. I sit on the toilet with my pants still on and wait for my mood to change. After sometime passes and I realize I need to get to work soon, I shift my thoughts. I focus on my clothing, on brushing my teeth, and taking a piss. After I do all those things I sit again on the toilet. I sigh. I walk out my front door, lock it behind me, and begin walking.

title: untitled

question: Why doesn't anyone notice that the narrator is always crying?

answer: People assume that their red eyes are normal and natural.


text:
i had a cat.
it was older than me,
i think its name was pepper?
we had a fold out couch.
one christmas,
he was asleep under it.
we crushed pepper.
on christmas.
my parents got us a new one
i dont even remember its name...
we were backing out of the driveway
mum screamed
said stay in the car
i remember seeing this kitten
i was on my way to kindergarten.
it had one eye..
i couldnt even comprehend what had happened.
i left
had nap time
blissfuly unaware.
when i got home
we had a new kitten
i cant even remember its name..
scroll forward a year
my grandma comes over
her dog was always angry.
it strutted into the room
and tore up our kitten.
my parents tried to shield me from what happened
but i remember.
one of them
we had for a long time
Jack.
that old indestructible bastard.
nothing could phase him,
he was a fucking pirate
lost an eye to cancer,
weeks later lost a foot.
that paw Jack.
hah..
years
and years we also had Esmerelda.
we always called her kitten
but my sister
always insisted we call her by that name.
we never did.
the saddest day is when something dies without a name.
the whole time we had a dog.
she was always there
every time we yelled "out"
shed patiently wait for us to let her back in.
15 years.
shed been run over, i spent 2 days in her cage at the veterinarians,
and she soldiered through.
i told her everything,
she listened.
Peaches
the best dog ive ever had the fortune of meeting.
i couldnt even make it to the vets on her last day,
i still feel like shit.
goodbye Peaches
i hope you know what you meant to me

title: Peaches

question: Did the poet's cat die?

answer: Yes.

question: How many kittens did the poet have?

answer: the poet had a total of 5 kittens.

question: Do they get a new kitten?

answer: Yes, the poet's parents try to shield the kitten's death from her.

question: Does the poet have any more pets?

answer: Yes, the poet had a dog named Peaches.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The poet describes the death of each of her beloved kittens through her poem. Towards the end, she talks about her dog named Peaches but unfortunately, she got run over and could not survive.


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DA SILVANO was an Italian restaurant in the New York City borough of Manhattan's West Village neighborhood known for its celebrity clientele and gregarious owner Silvano Marchetto.[1] The eatery opened in 1975 and shut its doors in December 2016 some 41 odd years later.[2] Jack Nicholson and Leo Castelli ate there once.[3][4]

Of owner Silvano Marchetto, Frank Bruni stated in a 2006 review of the establishment...“Da Silvano, which received two stars in The New York Times from Ruth Reichl in 1998, has been around for more than three decades,”.....“Over that time it has evolved from a trailblazing showcase for unadorned Tuscan cooking to something of a downtown Elaine's with a proprietor, Silvano Marchetto, practiced at coddling stars and manufacturing his own luster.”....[5]

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title: Da Silvano

question: What kind of food did Da Salvano offer?

answer: Italian food.

question: When was the restaurant closed?

answer: In December 2016.

question: Who was the owner of the restaurant?

answer: Silvano Marchetto.

question: Which celebrity ate there?

answer: The article states that the restaurant was known for its celebrity clientele, and one of the names mentioned is Jack Nicholson.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The text is about Di Silvano, an Italian restaurant in New York that was famous for its celebrity clientele. It was opened in 1975 and closed in 2016.


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Taper : Sp@ceh
Location : Seated, Right Upper Seats
Lineage : MS-TFB-2 > SPSB11 (Bass Rolloff @ 195Hz) > PCM-M10 (24/48, Line-in) > USB2 > Audition (Split, Downsample to 16/44.1) > dBpowerAMP > FLAC

Tracklisting :
01. Intro
02. Lucky
03. Bloom
04. Morning Mr Magpie
05. 15 Step
06. There There
07. Staircase
08. The Gloaming
09. Separator
10. I Might Be Wrong
11. Pyramid Song
12. Nude
13. Identikit
14. Lotus Flower
15. Feral
16. Little By Little
17. Paranoid Android
18. Encore 1
19. Treefingers
20. Give Up The Ghost
21. Videotape
22. Weird Fishes/Arpeggi
23. Ful Stop
24. After The Gold Rush Mini Intro (Neil Young)
25. Everything In Its Right Place
26. Idiotheque
27. Encore 2
28. Reckoner (Dedicated to Scott Johnson)

First gig since the Toronto’s accident, where a crew member, Scott Johnson died.
A very emotionnal atmosphere during the whole concert.
Lots of fans where here to support the band and the band seems to be very united.
They offer a great show, with a nice light effects!

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Do not sell this bootleg. That’s all I want.
Otherwise, do whatever you want with it,
Music is for everybody!
Enjoy.
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alternative links : 1 2 3 4

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question: How many songs are listed?

answer: 28 songs

question: Which song is dedicated to Scott Johnson?

answer: Reckoner is the song dedicated to Scott Johnson

question: Where was the first accident?

answer: In Toronto

question: Which crew member died?

answer: Scott Johnson

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: This excerpt shows a list of songs that will be played during a concert. This concert would be the first one after a crew member died.


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On Friday 28 February 1992, the Provisional IRA (IRA) exploded a bomb inside London Bridge station during the morning rush hour, causing extensive damage and wounding 29 people.[1] A day later, a device exploded at the Crown Prosecution Service in London, injuring a further two people.

The attacks were carried out by one of the IRA's London active service units who were becoming more active and frequently targeting more train stations. It occurred just over a year after a bomb at Victoria station.[2]

Bombing

Around 8:20 am, someone rang Ulster Television's London office warning that a bomb was going to explode in a London station, without saying which one. About ten minutes later, the bomb detonated, which made debris fly almost fifty feet away from the blast area.[3] Twenty nine people were hurt in the explosion, most of them from flying glass and other bits of debris; four were seriously hurt but nobody was killed.

The victims were treated at Guy's Hospital.[4]

Aftermath

The head of Scotland Yard's anti terrorist squad, George Churchill-Coleman, said the two lb bomb of high explosives was “clearly designed to kill.” Investigations suggested that the bomb was placed in the men's restrooms. Churchill-Coleman added that the IRA's warning was “deliberately vague” and was given too late to act upon.[5]

Prime Minister John Major said the bombing would not change British policy in Northern Ireland. “It was pointless. It was cowardly. It was directed against innocent people and it will make absolutely no difference to our policy -- no difference at all.”[6] Home Secretary Kenneth Baker said it was a “callous attack”.[7]

Fearing additional IRA attacks on public transport, the security services warned commuters “more than ever” to stay on guard at all times.[8] The next day, another bomb went off in London, by the Crown Prosecution Service office, injuring two more people and bringing the total injured to 31 in the space of just over 24 hours.[9]

This was one of dozens of bombs that detonated in London that year, the biggest of which was the Baltic Exchange bombing, killing three people and causing almost £1 billion worth of damage.[10] The IRA maintained this pressure, bombing mainland Britain and especially the city of London as much as possible until the ceasefire of 1994.[11][12][13]

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title: 1992 London Bridge bombing

question: When did the bombing occur?

answer: On the morning of February 28, 1992, but a second bombing occurred the following day

question: How many were injured in the bombing?

answer: 29 people

question: Where were victims treated?

answer: Guy's Hospital

question: What was the largest attack by the IRA in 1992?

answer: The Baltic Exchange bombing

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The 1992 London Bridge Bombing was a bombing carried out by the Provisional IRA on February 28, 1992 inside the London Bridge station during morning rush hour. It caused extensive damage and wounded 29 people. The following day, another bomb exploded at the Crown Prosecution Service in London, injuring two more people.


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I'm looking for a short story about a man who uses his reanimated wife as a security system.  The story begins in a library, where the narrator notices the man calling home at exactly the same time every day, and ends with the narrator visiting the man's house to discover the secret.

This is a very creepy story.  I read it around fifteen years ago in either Best American Mystery Stories, or an anthology.  If you can find it, you'll help me stop obsessing about it, and have an awesome short story for Halloween!

title: Searching for Forgotten Scary Short Story

question: What is being asked for in this excerpt?

answer: A short scary story

question: When did the person asking for this story first read it?

answer: Around fifteen years ago

question: Where does the short scary story begin?

answer: In a library

question: What does the man in the short story use his reanimated wife as?

answer: As a security system

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: A person is asking for a scary short story that they read 15 years ago about a man who uses his reanimated wife as a security system.


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Your eyes open slowly, and then close them again at the glare of the sun streaming in through the window.  Why didn't you remember to close the blinds last night before you went to bed? You shake your head.  Your mind is foggy and your brain is practically throbbing in pain.

You open your eyes again and force yourself to slide from between the sheets.  You almost stumble as your feet hit the ground; still drunk from the night before?

You stand up and stagger towards your closet, stopping briefly to look at yourself in the mirror.  You see:

A.  A skinny woman, attractive woman in her mid-twenties wearing a t-shirt and a pair of running shorts.

B.  A shirtless man in his late twenties, with a relatively fit body and a few scars criss-crossing your chest

title: Choose Your Own Adventure - Random

question: Why is the protagonist's brain throbbing in pain?

answer: It might be implied that the protagonist is drunk from the night before.

question: Where is the protagonist?

answer: The protagonist is in their bedroom.

question: What do the protagonist's feet hit?

answer: The protagonist's feet hit the ground.

question: Where does the protagonist go after getting out of bed?

answer: The protagonist staggers towards the closet, stopping to look at themselves in the mirror.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The protagonist (you) wake up with a headache and a foggy memory of the night before. They slide out of bed and, on their way to the closet, regard themselves in the mirror. The reader is then given a choice of what they see in the mirror: a skinny woman or a shirtless man.


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[ Pfc. Christina Fuentes Montenegro prepares to hike to her platoon's defensive position during patrol week of Infantry Training Battalion near Camp Geiger, N.C. on Oct. 31, 2013. US Marine Corps Photo]

Pfc. Christina Fuentes Montenegro prepares to hike to her platoon’s defensive position during patrol week of Infantry Training Battalion near Camp Geiger, N.C. on Oct. 31, 2013. US Marine Corps Photo

SAN DIEGO — When asked for his thoughts about the pending integration of women into the military’s male-only special operations forces, retired Adm. James G. Stavridis thought back a generation.

In 1993, Stavridis took command of the destroyer USS _Barry_ (DDG-52), his first tour as skipper of a ship that, like the combatant fleet at the time, had an all-male crew. But the Navy was changing. It lifted restrictions allowing women to be assigned to all ships. During that 1993-1995 command tour, which included deployments to the Persian Gulf, Mediterranean and Haiti, the Barry became the first combatant to have women aboard`as crew members.

“We spent a year getting ready for that, my all-male crew,” recalled Stavridis, responding to an audience member’s question after he delivered the opening speech at West 2016, a three-day conference cosponsored by the U.S. Naval Institute and AFCEA International. “We did workshops. I walked around and talked to every work center on the ship. We spent a lot of time thinking about the role of women.”

“And then we did a change out, where 15 percent of the crew left and in came 15 percent new,” he said. Those included the first group of women, including a junior officer and now-retired lieutenant commander he recently encountered again.

“I’ll tell you this: Within three weeks, after the women got aboard, we all shrug our shoulders and we said, ‘What was that all about? What was the big deal?’” he said.

Stavridis, former NATO supreme allied commander and now dean of the Fletcher School at Tufts University, said he supports the full integration of women into the military, including special operations forces, in the same vein as he experienced with _Barry_.

“At the end of the day, if women can meet the standards — just like they met the standards on the _Barry_ — if they can meet the far higher standards of special operations, I think they should be part of that community,” he said. “I don’t think that is a particularly complicated set of decisions.”

To Stavridis, a former head of U.S. European Command and chair of the Naval Institute board, it’s a pretty straight-forward issue.

[Former NATO commander James Stavridis speaking at West 2016 on Feb. 18, 2016. U.S. Naval Institute Photo]

Former NATO commander James Stavridis speaking at West 2016 on Feb. 18, 2016. U.S. Naval Institute Photo

“I am perplexed why this is such a complicated issue,” the retired admiral later told USNI News. “I think they will establish standards, and if you can meet, terrific, welcome to this community, and if you can’t, sorry, you can’t be a member of this community — be that a surface officer on a destroyer or an Army Ranger going through the Ranger course or a Navy SEAL.” The same applies whether talking about women joining the Marine Corps or Army infantry, he said.

Lessons from the _Barry_ “have been very well assimilated” in the Navy, Stavridis said. These include “spending a lot of time discussing and explaining the issues, ensuring everybody understands the parameters.”

“It’s like on the fairway of a golf course. On one side, people get in trouble because of fraternization, which is being too friendly. The other side of the golf course is sexual harassment, being ugly and unpleasant, and both of those have varying extremes,” he said.
“But the fairway is a pretty wide place where men and women can interact in the military. You just have to make sure people understand where the edges of the fairway are. So it’s education and leadership by example, and all the things that make a ship very good at shooting its guns ought to make it very good at integrating women and men into the crew.”

question: What does Stavridis mean when he says the integration of women on the USS Barry wasn't a big deal?

answer: He talks about getting ready to integrate women crew on the ship for a year before their arrival. However, he and his male crew don't know what they were exaggerating about the integration just three weeks after the women crew arrive. This, and other comments he makes, imply that the integration of women into the armed forces should be relatively straightforward in Stavridis's opinion.

question: Why would there be a lot of commotion about having women in the army?

answer: There is a lot of cultural baggage about women on ships being bad luck in addition to the general gender divide in traditional thought. Hence, the arrival of women on board would've seemed like a momentous occasion to the captain and the crew.


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He looked up as Dr. Sun walked into the office. He was nervous; his wife hadn’t been the same lately. He could see that something was wrong. At first he thought nothing of it, but once the quakes started happening he knew she needed to be taken in to see the doctor.

“I’m afraid I have negative news to report to you sir. She’s very ill. She appears to have some sort of parasites on her. They are incredibly destructive. At first her body didn’t recognize them, but now that it has, it’s trying too hard to fight them off.  You may have noticed this. I’m sorry Mr. Neptune, she has a very slim chance of living. She is still very contagious. Try to keep yourself and your family protected.”

 He began to weep, thinking about his family. Together they had six children and a dog, how would he cope without her. He walked into her room and looked at her. Her big beautiful green eyes looked dead, only her salty tears confirmed she was still alive.

title: Mother

question: Why doesn't the doctor put Mrs Neptune into hospital?

answer: He clearly thinks that there isn't much hope for her. Still, sending a highly contagious woman home with her family seems thoughtless.

question: Why is the doctor sending a woman who may infect her family home?

answer: He says she's highly contagious. Perhaps he suspects that her family is already infected.

question: The narrator knows that what his wife has is highly contagious. Yet he assumes that they will all survive her death. Why?

answer: Most people are optimistic. They don't expect to die any time soon

question: Write a ~12 sentence summary.

answer:
He looked up as Dr. Sun walked into the office. He was nervous; his wife hadn’t been the same lately. He could see that something was wrong. At first, he thought nothing of it, but once the quakes started, he knew she had to see the doctor.

The doctor tells him his wife is very ill. She has some sort of destructive parasite. Her body is trying too hard to fight it off. She has a very slim chance of survival and she’s very contagious.

He begins to weep, thinking about his family. They have six children and a dog. How would he cope without her? He walked into her room. Her big beautiful green eyes looked dead, only her salty tears confirmed she was still alive.


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_SWING_ is a soundtrack for the 1999 film of the same name, which stars Lisa Stansfield, who also recorded ten songs for the soundtrack and co-wrote four of them. The album was released in Europe on 10 May 1999 and in North America on 13 July 1999. _Swing_ garnered favorable reviews from music critics who called it a “gem” among the soundtracks. The album, full of jazz and swing songs, reached number six on _Billboard_'s Top Jazz Albums chart. On 2 June 2003, it was remastered and re-released in Europe with an alternative cover art.

Background

In 1999, Stansfield starred in the Nick Mead-directed film _Swing_ with actor Hugo Speer, and recorded cover versions of swing songs and a few original songs written in this style for the soundtrack. The film premiered on 7 May 1999, and the soundtrack was released three days later.

Content

The album contains fifteen jazz and swing songs performed by Stansfield (ten tracks), Georgie Fame (two tracks) and Ian Devaney (three instrumental tracks). Among them, Stansfield co-wrote four new songs: “Gotta Get on This Train”, “Why Do We Call It Love”, “I Thought That's What You Liked About Me” and “Two Years Too Blue”. She has also recorded eight covers: “Ain't What You Do” (from 1939), “Ain't Nobody Here but Us Chickens” (from 1946) “Baby I Need Your Lovin'” (from 1964), “Our Love Is Here to Stay” (from 1938), “Watch the Birdie” (from 1941), “The Best Is Yet to Come” (from 1959), “Blitzkrieg Baby” (from 1940) and “Mack the Knife” (from 1928).

Critical reception

The album received positive reviews from music critics. According to Mark Allan from AllMusic, _Swing_ is a “gem of a soundtrack. [...] The bright, sassy arrangements are fine showcases for Stansfield's confident, take-charge vocals.” Allan also said that “[e]ven if the movie stinks, there's the music to remember.”[1]

Commercial reception

_Swing_ reached number six on _Billboard_'s Top Jazz Albums and number 165 on the UK Albums Chart.

Track listing

Charts

+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Chart (1999)                      | Peak                              |
|                                   | position                          |
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| UK Albums (OCC)[2]                | 165                               |
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| US _Billboard_ Top Jazz Albums[3] | 6                                 |
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Credits and personnel

Credits taken from AllMusic.[4]

-   Tim Baxter - assistant engineer
-   Vicky Brown - violins, additional arrangements
-   Hugh Buckley - guitars
-   Richie Buckley - saxophone
-   Clarence Clemons - saxophone
-   Tony Cousins - mastering
-   Jacquie Darbyshire - personal management
-   John Thirkell - trumpet
-   Snake Davis - saxophone
-   Ian Devaney - producer, arranger, keyboards, guitars
-   Georgie Fame - vocals
-   Geoff Gascoyne - bass
-   Rachel George - personal assistant
-   Carl Geraghty - saxophone
-   Leo Green - saxophone
-   Gavin Harrison - drums
-   Matt Holland - trumpet
-   Tommy Manzi - management
-   Stephen McDonnell - trumpet, additional arrangements
-   Adrian McGovern - recording, mix engineer
-   Nigel Mooney - guitars
-   Martin Rhodes - studio management
-   Karl Ronan - trombone
-   Lisa Stansfield - vocals
-   John Wadham - drums
-   Kevin Whitehead - drums

Release history

  Region             Date           Label             Format          Catalog
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  Europe[5]          10 May 1999    BMG Soundtracks   CD              74321 66923 2
  North America[6]   13 July 1999   RCA Victor        09026 63541 2
  Europe[7]          2 June 2003    BMG               Remastered CD   28765 22452 9

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title: Swing: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack

question: Summarize Swing's Motion Picture Soundtrack's reception.

answer: Swing's Motion Picture Soundtrack was well received by critics and the public alike. Mark Allan from AllMusic called it a "gem of a soundtrack" and said even "if the movie stinks, there's the music to remember." The soundtack reached number six on Billboard's Top Jazz Albums and number 165 on the UK Albums Chart.

question: Summarize the content of Swing's Motion Picture Soundtrack.

answer: Swing's Motion Picture Soundtrack was written for the 1999 Nick Mead directed film Swing. The soundtrack was released three days after the film. The soundtrack contains fifteen jazz and swing songs. Stansfield co-wrote four new songs for the movie and recorded eight covers of old songs.

question: Summarize everyone who was involved with the making of the Swing's Motion Picture Soundtrack.

answer: The Swing's Motion Picture Soundtrack stars Lisa Stansfield, who recorded ten songs and co-wrote four of them. Georgie Fame and Ian Devaney performed five more tracks between them. The soundtrack was also made possible by over 20 musicians, producers, managers, and assistants.


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[“The Point” from the Goat Island causeway bridge] [Battery Park in Newport] [Goat Island and Easton's Point with Long Wharf on the right before the marsh was filled in (1777 Newport map)] [Gravelly Point off of Long Wharf, was the site of the largest public mass execution in American history, when 26 pirates were executed. They were then buried on Goat Island.] THE POINT (or less commonly, “Easton's Point”) is one of the oldest neighborhoods in Newport, Rhode Island and has one of the highest concentrations of colonial houses in the United States. The neighborhood sits between Washington Street and Farewell Street/America's Cup in Newport looking out on Goat Island, former home to the U.S. Naval Torpedo Station.[1]

History

Nicholas Easton, a founder of Newport, first settled in the area in the 17th century. Easton's heirs divided the property into lots in 1725 and sold parcels to many of Newport's early tradesmen and merchants. Many of the early inhabitants attended the nearby Quaker Meeting House or Touro Synagogue. None of the streets were originally named after people because of a Quaker tradition, so 1st (now Washington), 2nd, and 3rd Streets were intersected by streets with tree names (Elm, Poplar, Willow, Walnut, Chestnut, Cherry, Pine, Sycamore, and Cypress). Marsh Street was formerly the site of a marsh, and Bridge Street was the site of a bridge traversing the north side of the marsh. Long Wharf jutted across the south side of the marsh until it was filled in the 19th century.

In 1723, Gravelly Point (off of Long Wharf) was the site of the largest public mass execution in American history, when 26 pirates were executed. They were then buried on nearby Goat Island.[2]

Various houses in “The Point” were occupied by British and French forces during the American Revolution around the time of the Battle of Rhode Island. The famous Goddard and Townsend furniture makers lived and worked in The Point, and their houses still remain.1 Battery Park was created from Fort Greene, a former military battery from the War of 1812, on the site of a previous battery from the American Revolution.[3][4]

Revitalization

Newport has remained largely unindustrialized, so many of the historic colonial houses were not demolished, as was done in Boston and New York. As a result, Newport allegedly has the highest concentration of colonial homes of any American city. The Point, however, was largely neglected by the 1950s and remained a working class area. In the 1960s and 70s, Doris Duke's Newport Restoration Foundation bought 27 historic houses in The Point, restored them, and currently rents the homes to tenants. In the 1960s, the construction of the Newport Bridge divided the neighborhood in two.

The Point is home to the Hunter House museum, the Rumbline Restaurant, and Saint John the Evangelist Anglican-Catholic Church.2 The old docks disappeared at the end of the streets but the driftways remained, allowing public access to the harbor for boaters.3

Images

Image:Goddard House Newport Rhode Island.jpg|18th century Second Street home of the Goddard family (of Townsend and Goddard furniture) Image:Tripp House Newport.JPG|Tripp House stone-ender, 1720, on Washington Street Image:Newport Harbor Light in Newport, Rhode Island (2008).jpg|Newport Harbor Light (1842) on northern tip of Goat Island and the Newport Bridge Image:Tom Robinson Vicomte De Noailles House.jpg|Home of Quaker Tom Robinson and his descendants since 1759, headquarters of French Vicomte de Noailles 1780-1781 Image:Captain John Warren French Artillery Headquarters House Newport RI.jpg|Home of Captain John Warren, built in 1737, Headquarters of French Artillery 1780-1781 Image:Hunter House Newport Rhode Island.jpg|Hunter House Image:Saint John Church Newport Rhode Island.jpg|Saint John the Evangelist Church (Anglican) on Washington Street Image:Driftway Washington Street Newport Rhode Island.jpg|A public access driftway on Washington Street in The Point Image:Washington Street house, Newport, RI.jpg|Washington Street house, home to a Quaker family

References and external links

-   Saint John the Evangelist Church in the Point
-   Christine Dunn, “Newport’s the Point: A mingling of mansions, modest residences,” _Providence Journal,_ April 8, 2008
-   Point pictures and info

[1] Providence Journal, 4/6/09

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[4] North Battery at American Forts Network

title: Easton's Point

question: Summarize what happened in the 1720s.

answer: The heirs of the founder of Newport, Nicholas Easton, divided the Newport property into lots in 1725 and sold parcels to many early tradesmen and merchants. In 1723, Gravelly Point became the site of the largest public mass execution in American history. Twenty-six pirates were executed at the spot and then buried on the nearby Goat Island.

question: What was the reason behind naming the place 'The Point'?

question: Summarize the reason behind the presence of colonial houses in Newport.

answer: Since Newport has remained a largely unindustrialized place, many of the historic colonial houses still remain, unlike in places like Boston and New York where they were demolished. Newport allegedly has the highest concentration of colonial homes in the U.S.


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UPON REQUEST:

The Occupant Beneath the Shed

by LatinBeef

The story you are about to hear is true. The names and identities of the people involved have not been changed in order to provide no protection to the innocent.

Many days ago, somewhere around the 3rd of July of this year. Wait! Let me first give a disclaimer. If you are an animal rights activist, please stop reading this right now. The rights of a certain animal in this story were breached. You may be, hopefully, offended by this account. Where was I? Many days ago, while I was living at my home in Indiana, there arose a problem of grand proportion. In our backyard, which is fairly large with a few mature trees and fenced in on all sides, there stands a shed. Beside the shed, to the left, is a fire pit, and of course as next to most fire pits is a stack of wood to be used in the fire pit. The shed, fire pit, and pile of wood as you may have begun to think, were not the problem. The problem was what was living underneath that shed and next to that fire pit and pile of wood. For a few weeks a large, furry, mean looking groundhog had been claiming stake to the area beneath our shed. Normally this wouldn't bother a kind hearted young fellow like myself, but this groundhog seemed to be fond of sticking his nose in other people’s dirt and creating as many tunnels as he possibly could throughout our yard.

For weeks I waited patiently for the right opportunity to approach this groundhog and discuss this problem face to face.

It was a sunny afternoon. I had decided I did not want to work that day because I was sick of working all the time and when I get sick of working I usually take a holiday. I spent my holiday in front of the TV watching various shows about this or that and a rattle a tat. While watching the television, my little brother became parched and got up to get himself a drink of water. The sink faces towards a window which gives way to the back yard. My brother lifted his eyes out that window and noticed something peculiar sun bathing atop our wood pile. He began to look closer straining his eyes to make out exactly what it was he saw. He then gasped, and loudly whispered, "LatinBeef! The ground hog is on our wood pile!" Immediately I ordered him to silence and posted him near the living room window as my "eyes on the objective" and warned him of the consequences for treason. This was the moment I had been waiting for.

Once my little brother was in place, I then contemplated my options. Normally on an occasion like this my weapon of choice would be my Marlin tube fed semi-auto .22 Long Rifle with a 20x zoom scope. Earlier in the day I had heard children playing in the woods behind the shed and I had also removed my scope prior to this day to clean the weapon, so I decided this would not be the best method. I moved into the garage and began looking around. I noticed a long, old, forgotten, metal baseball bat hiding in the corner. I picked it up and gave it the proper inspection, making sure it was worthy of battle. Once I was prepared to engage the enemy I went back inside to remind my little brother of his duties, and that insubordination was punishable by death. So the hunt began.

I exited my garage along the side of my house making sure to be as quiet and sneaky as possible. Groundhogs have terrible eyesight, but a very keen sense of hearing. There the groundhog lay basking in the son atop my wood pile as if he were better than me. I was at this time approximately 30 meters from the objective. I slowly crept my way toward the groundhog keeping my eyes fixed on his location. Occasionally I would have to stop as the groundhog pointed his nose in the air as if sensing danger. Eventually he would go back to a relaxed state; once he felt the coast was clear. Slowly I tiptoed my way towards the shed. My goal was to get on the opposite side of the shed as the groundhog, and use the shed as a means of blocking my self from sight of the groundhog, then pouncing on him. Finally I reached the other side of the shed; my heart began to pound with anticipation. I then connected eyes with my little brother who had been keeping watch making sure the groundhog hadn’t shifted positions. To my surprise he gave me the signal that the groundhog had left the wood pile and begun movement towards the corner of the yard away from the shed. I took this opportunity to sneak to a tree that stood in between the groundhog and the wood pile. All I could do was wait, for now I was in the perfect position. The groundhog would have to pass by me in order to return to his home. The groundhog made his way towards the corner of the yard where a big pine tree of sorts grows tall. For some unknown reason the groundhog was spooked and began movement back towards the shed and of course straight past the tree I was hiding behind. I locked and loaded my baseball bat, ready to pounce as soon as he was within pouncing distance. Time slowed.

It was as if it had been scripted. I couldn't have planned it any better. Without the slightest clue of what hit him, the groundhog sprung into the air. My baseball bat had landed straight across the back of his skull. Thud. The groundhogs body smashed into the ground, then, whether a natural reaction of the groundhog or simply a law of physics, the groundhogs body became airborne. Before the body hit the ground, a second blow landed, this time splattering blood across the lawn. I paused. Now imagine scratching the belly of a dog, try to picture the kind of shivering and twitching that dog does while you scratch his belly, this is what the groundhog began to do. The only difference was I wasn't scratching his belly. To end his suffering, I applied yet another blow, ending his pain and ultimately his life. As I stood there looking down upon this poor lowly animal, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for the little fellow. He had put up a good fight for the past few weeks, but it was not his fate to come out the victor.

After proper burial of the beast, my little brother and I thought it would be fitting to send the groundhog off with a proper 21 bottle rocket salute. We respectfully lit one bottle rocket at a time in honor of the groundhog who previously occupied the space beneath our shed. Once all 21 bottle rockets hit the sky, we each rendered a hand salute toward the grave of our foe. The war was over, the troops could return home.

title: In honor of my real life cake day, and currently being deployed to Iraq...I'd like to share with you all a true war story from the home front: The Occupant Beneath the Shed

question: Whose rights were breached in this story?

answer: An animal's rights were breached in this story.

question: What was the reason for concern between the narrator and the groundhog?

answer: The groundhog was found in the narrator's wood pile and the narrator went straight into thinking how they could remove this groundhog. The first option was to shoot the groundhog.

question: Does the narrator seem to have a consciousness for how it dealt with the groundhog?

answer: The narrator and their brother both seem to have a consciousness for how they dealt with the groundhog because they gave the groundhog a proper burial.


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MAIDUGURI, Nigeria (Reuters) - A Boko Haram attack in the Nigerian city of Maiduguri killed at least 15 people and wounded 83, a military spokesman said on Monday, in the biggest strike since the government said it was in talks with the Islamist militant group.

The military said the incident occurred late on Sunday and included gun battles between government troops and the militants as they tried to enter Maiduguri, a city in northeast Nigeria which is the epicentre of a nine-year conflict with Boko Harm that has caused the deaths of more than 20,000 people.

President Muhammadu Buhari has prioritized improving security and has previously declared the defeat of Boko Haram, which is trying to establish an Islamic state and which split into two factions in 2016.

The military said troops clashed with the jihadists in a cashew plantation around Bille Shuwa and Alikaranti villages, near Giwa barracks on the edge of Maiduguri’s inner city, at around 08:10 p.m. (1910 GMT) on Sunday and fought gun battles with government troops during which multiple blasts were heard.

“Fifteen persons including a soldier have so far been confirmed dead in the encounter, while about 83 persons who suffered varying degrees of injuries are receiving due medical attention,” said army spokesman Colonel Onyema Nwachukwu.

He said 13 insurgents had been killed, including seven bombers, adding that the retreating militants attacked locals.

“It is clear that the remnants of the Boko Haram terrorists are hell-bent on remaining relevant by attacking soft and vulnerable targets,” Nwachukwu added.

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It is the most significant attack on the city since the government said last week it was in talks with the insurgents with the aim of securing a permanent ceasefire.

The government has not disclosed which elements of Boko Haram it is in discussions with and it was also not clear which faction carried out Sunday’s attack.

The government has been saying since December 2015 that the jihadist group has been defeated but high-profile attacks in the last few months - including the kidnap of 111 schoolgirls from the town of Dapchi and a strike in the town of Rann that killed three aid workers - has shown the jihadists remain active.

All but one of the girls taken from Dapchi, in Yobe state, on Feb. 19 were returned by the militants in March. The government later said it had negotiated their release as part of broader talks.

In early 2015 Boko Haram controlled a swathe of land in northeast Nigeria around the size of Belgium but was forced out of most of that territory by the army with the support of troops from neighbouring countries.

Since then the group has continued to carry out suicide bombings, gun raids and kidnappings in northeastern Nigeria as well as in neighbouring Cameroon, Niger and Chad.

Additional reporting by Kolowale Adewale; Writing by Alexis Akwagyiram; editing by Gareth Jones

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question: Describe the victims of the attack.

answer: The victims were located in the Nigerian city of Maiduguri. At least 15 people were killed and 83 were wounded.

question: When did the attack take place?

answer: On a Sunday (year and exact date aren't mentioned in the article)

question: What was the motivation behind the attack?

answer: The militants were attempting to enter Maiduguri.

question: Who is Colonel Onyema Nwachukwu?

answer: A spokesman for the army.

question: Summarize everything relating to President Muhammadu Buhari.

answer: President Muhammadu Buhari prioritized improving security and declared the defeat of Boko Haram.

question: What is Boko Haram?

answer: An Islamist militant group trying to establish an Islamic state. The group split into two factions in 2016.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Boko Haram, an Islamic militant group, carried out an attack in Maiduguri, Nigeria, killing at least 15 people and injuring 83. The government has declared that it is in talks with Boko Haram, although the group split into two factions in 2016 and it is unclear which faction the government is communicating with. Despite the government declaring the group defeated, there were several recent high-profile attacks at the time of the article.