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question: What was developed in 1991?

answer: The world's first noise-isolating, high-fidelity in-ear earphones.

question: What risk are musicians exposed to?

answer: Hearing damage from the cumulative effects of overexposure to loud sound while practicing and performing in different environment.

question: What is the purpose of electronic earplugs?

answer: Electronic earplugs allow natural hearing when sound is at a safe level, whilst providing protection from loud noises.

question: What can safety earplugs do?

answer: Safety earplugs reduce all sounds the same amount so speech and environmental sounds are heard clearly.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

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SILVER SPRINGS is an unincorporated community in St. Francois County, in the U.S. state of Missouri.[1]

History

A post office called Silver Spring was established in 1850, and remained in operation until 1860.[2] The community took its name from a spring near the original town site.[3]

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title: Silver Springs, Missouri

question: Where is Silver Springs located?

answer: In St. Francois County in Missouri

question: When was Silver Springs established?

answer: in 1850

question: Explain where the community took its name from?

answer: From a spring near the original town site.

question: How many inhabitants are in Silver Springs?

answer: This information is not included in the article.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Silver Springs in an unincorporated community of St. Francois County in Missouri.


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No-one knew that the briefcase contained the means to erase mankind.  Most of the homeless population beneath the Orwell Bridge assumed that it was stacked with cash and left unfastened in a naïve act of compassion by some businessman, or other.  After all, it was no secret that the majority of the city’s homeless spent each night beneath the rusty iron bridge.  There was simply no reason to suspect anything sinister, especially considering the kind nature of the countless visitors that had come with charity in mind.  Who could have known that within the briefcase, neatly placed upon the cream cushioned interior, were eight vials that were filled with a clear but apocalyptic virus – the virus that would soon be airborne?

Such thoughts would be considered irrational, surely.  Is it not natural for man to come to the aid of his suffering kin?
With this forever in mind the vagrants were quick to tear into the briefcase like hyenas into a ravaged carcass.  You can imagine their shock once its contents were revealed to them.

*What…what the fuck is this?* One of the vagrants exclaimed, disgusted by what could only be a practical joke of the sickest kind.

He removed the first vial from the briefcase and held it close to his nearly blind eye.  *Hmmm, looks empty to me, whatchu think?*

One of the other vagrants snatched it from his hand and began to inspect it for himself.  *Yessir, definitely empty!*

There was a high wind on this cloudy afternoon by the riverbank, which laced the air with a potent chill.

From the comfort of his car a man in a black suit watched as one of the vagrants tossed the open briefcase into the garbage, the vials smashing and releasing their contents into the howling wind.

title: Oxygen

question: Who left the briefcase under the bridge?

answer: An unnamed man in a black suit

question: Where is the story set?

answer: Under the Orwell Bridge

question: Why does the man leave the virus under the bridge?

answer: That information can't be found

question: What do the homeless people think the briefcase contains?

answer: Money

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: An unnamed man leaves a briefcase containing vials of an apocalyptic, airborne virus under a bridge. Thinking it contains money, a group of homeless people open the briefcase but then throw it away when they see what's inside. The vials break as the unnamed man in a black suit watches.


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I was in the Starbucks all quiet and tucked away in my scarf, checking something on my phone, can't remember what for the life of me. The only thing running through my mind, *I don't need to be set up, I can take care of myself.*

*Look where that's got you, genius.* It was the voice of my friend, his words ringing through my head again. It was as if the conversation was repeating itself like a mental DVR. *Look, I'm not saying this girl's gonna be the love of your life, just give her a chance, coffee would suffice. All I know is me and Lindsay are getting real tired of you third-wheeling like a trike.*

*You know, you could just say she doesn't like me. It's not gonna be that big a blow to my ego.*

*Give this girl one chance. Please, for my sanity. If you turn down another girl she's gonna talk my ear off over it. And not to mention, ever since Lilian left you've been a grumpy little shit.*

He had to go there. *Fine. Whatever pleases the queen, I guess.* That thought carried me through up until the day of the date. It wasn't a blind date, but she's not really the, how do you say, vocal type. Then again, neither was Lilian. Not at first. I smirk as I remember what it took for her to even go out for coffee. I had to find the most remote coffee shop and bring her a complete menu and jump through all these hoops, come to think of it, I barely remember why I thought she was worth the trouble. Her smile, her giggle, her touch as I jumped through all these hoops just sent me over. I shake my head *snap out of it Dave, she's gone now.* I look up at the door and she's trying to find me, I wave her over and she makes her way to the couch/seat-thingy.

"Hey,"

"Hi. Can I get you a coffee?"

"No thanks, not really a coffee person, just a cocoa please." I get her drink and sit back down. She sips it and grins. She keeps sipping until she starts a bead of sweat. "Is it just me or is it hot in here?" She undoes her overcoat and unzips her jacket, and there's a Walk the Moon t-shirt

"You listen to Walk the Moon?"

"Yeah, I saw them in Cleveland a while back."

"No way, I tried to get tickets but they'd sold out. How'd you get tickets?" She looks down, the smile diminishes, but is still there.

"My, erm, ex-boyfriend, he- his brother was the drummer." She chokes over the end of the sentence.

"Um, I'm sorry to hear that."

"Lindsay had to drag me out of the apartment to come here. He was just such a big part of me, you know?"

"Oh god, tell me about it. When my ex left it was soooo messy. Don't even get me started. Drew and Lindsay spent hours trying to talk me into this whole date, I honestly didn't really have any expectations for today to be honest..."

"Oh really? They were telling me you were DYING to meet me for coffee after that party at Roland's"

"That was the first time I'd been out since the break up."

"Oh wow, that recent huh?"

"No, I sulked that long. Drew actually talked me into this with the same pitch,"

In unison, as if we'd rehearsed, "Oh, (he/she)'s just DYING to meet you. You really made an impression at Roland's."

She continues on, "So, uh, how long were you, erm, sulking, since your breakup?"

"A solid 2 months. I'm just glad that I had online classwork to wrap up the term or I'd have flunked. I barely pulled myself out of bed for finals."

"Oh god, she must've done a number on you. We broke up just after finals. Us moving out of the dorm was almost a fitting farewell, but I didn't leave my new dorm all during winter break and then near a month into the first term. Of course I picked up syllabuses. Syllabi?"

"I get what you mean. So, erm, who else do you listen to besides Walk the Moon?"

"I listen to a lot of synth pop. MGMT, Passion Pit, Two Door Cinema Club..."

"Oh, have you heard Passion Pit's iTunes session? I have it on my phone if you wanna listen."

"I wanna hear it so bad. I'm too poor to afford that kinda stuff."

"The Pirate Bay, girl, it's where it's at."

"You're terrible!" She grabbed an ear bud and listened to the songs all the same. We listened, sang along, laughed at each other's terrible voices, and then shared other stories about broken bones, high school idiots, concert tales, even the occasional poke or hold of the hand. We sat there and talked for hours, and could've for hours more, but we'd heard the infamous words,

"Closing time. Wrap it up you two lovebirds." At this point we're the only ones left aside from that mighty bold barista.

"Can I get another hot chocolate for the road?" She asks.

"Ugh, fine," The barista took his time in making the cup. "Want anything on top?"

"Caramel'll do fine." He finishes up, and I get up and reach for my back pocket when he stops me,

"This one's on the house," I walk her out to her car. We continue talking until we reach her little old Civic in the back of the lot.

"Weellll, this is my mighty humble ride."

"Better than me and my ride."

"Why, what's your ri-" I stop her and point at my feet. "Ooh. Want a ride to the dorms?"

"No, I live in the apartments right across the street."

"Ok. Well, until next time," She hugs me and gets in her car.

"I'll be waiting," I continue mumbling, finishing the conversation. "For the first time since the break up."

title: Since the break up

question: What are the names of the main characters?

answer: Dave and an unnamed woman

question: Who sets up the date?

answer: Drew and Lindsay

question: How long has it been since Dave's ex left him?

answer: Over two months

question: What does the couple bond over?

answer: Their shared taste in music

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: Dave's ex left him over two months ago, and he's been sulking since then. After being pressured by his friend Drew, Dave reluctantly agrees to go on a date with a woman he met recently at a party. They meet at a Starbucks and quickly bond over their shared taste in music. They stay until closing, and Dave says he's looking forward to seeing her again.


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Awakening
There is this slight beeping noise every few seconds…..beep…….beep, it comes and goes every now and then. The first time I could feel a large quake and at the time it felt like the area around me was being torn apart, but after a few minutes the feeling went away. Noises could be slightly heard all around me, they sounded like voices, but doing what exactly I couldn’t tell. Then my surroundings faded and so did I.  …….beep……beep…….beep…….beep….. Again I could sense my environment, but I was not granted sight. What was this place that I was in? I could not tell, it was dark and my thoughts were disoriented, where am I, what am I, what is my purpose (faded away, yet again)? Beep……beep….beep……beeeeeeeeep….. I could feel this pain as if I was dying then there was a noise close, but muffled and then I could see! The first figure I saw was blurred and augmented in a way that its figure wasn’t what it seemed to be. The figure had what seemed to be its face pressed up again whatever I was contained in.
 There was this faded color of green that blurred my images, but in the distance I could see more blurred figures walking about, they were doing something. There were many of these creatures walking about my surrounding, but I was still lost in this place and didn’t know where or what I was (faded again). The next time awoke there was no beeping noise I just came to, and there the creature was again, over and over every time I slipped away into darkness and saw the light again there was that figure identical to the rest pressed against my space looking at me. What it wanted I could not tell, I tried to ask but couldn’t get my words out, it sounded like I was trapped in a bubble with everyone looking in on me. For time on end I tried to figure out where or what I was without prevail, except one time the creature lifted me up. Confused with the feeling of falling I started to panic and I felt this rush of energy within me, and a new feeling of feeling trapped or about to come to an end of my unidentified existence. The creature moved my container and me to another location within the space around me. I was placed near a large piece of plated glass perhaps a window of sorts and in the distance I could see this bright burning light that hurt my sight even though the veil of green.
As I stared into the abyss I could see faded spheres and ovals out the widow just floating around. I began to wonder is this what my existence is to be, just like those spheres to float endlessly in this place for no purpose at all. The creature turned me around and then an appendage appeared and it pointed out into the abyss then it turned me back around. There was this large quake that shook the surrounding and this time it was so massive that I too shook. Then there was the cacophony that took place then I could see a fast moving shiny sphere that shined as the light from the burning sphere reflected off of its surface. The object kept traveling into it came to a stop then a bright light enveloped it and then there was the shaking again. The light began to dull and all the masses in the abyss began to be pulled into the light. All the object were being sucked towards that one position and I watched for what seemed to be a lifetime whatever mine was to be as the masses were sucked in as I faded away again. When I came to, there were no multiple objects floating about, but yet one giant dark mass that seemed to have streaks of bright colors all over it. Again I began to slowly fade as I sat their watching the blurred, but shiny sphere.
When I had awoken the sphere was no longer there and I had been moved. There was this bright light shining through my container and the color was clear, it was a peaceful light that filled my container with warmth, and then a sharp pain surged through me. It felt so painful then it stopped, then it came again. As my mind screamed with pain it continued on and off for a few minutes then finally it stopped. I could hear something within me going lub dub, lub dub. I couldn’t understand what it was, but my sight was clear, my green film that shrouded my surrounding was gone and I could see clearly.
Rebirth
The sights were strange and baffling, the sounds clear, and the feelings that surged through me were exhausting. I was always curious what had happened, and finally I found out. The creature had moved my container to another larger container and I could see the creatures more clearly than before, but their shape was undefined. I spent minutes trying to see what they were, but my attention was drawn to the green blurred reflection in the glass. There was this small blob like creature and within it was a red beating thing. It’s what you call a heart I do believe and the creature in the reflection moved when I did. It was making it hard to see outside the container and I moved trying to avoid it and it followed me all over the container. Finally I started yelling and trying to bash it to get it to move, even though I couldn’t be heard the creature in the container with me did everything I did. When I rushed towards it I hit the container wall, the creature made a flinching motion as if it took a blow, but so did I. Ramming the creature was doing nothing for me, I began to hurt and started to feel exhausted, but the other creature seemed to be feeling it too. After a few hours had passed of trying to remove it from my view I began to ponder as the beings began to crowd around my container and watch. As I moved to the left so did the other creature, when I moved to the right it followed in suit. I began to think “hmm when I move it does too, when I’m tired it looks tired too, but what is it?” After a few minutes of pondering on it I began to think to myself perhaps it’s just ….. A large wall began to lower from the top of the container making everything dark and the other creature was gone. The lights in the container turned and began to fill it with some sort of goop. It was a light blue goop and the feeling was splendid. Then there was that pain again as it surged through my container sometimes striking at me, and that had continued for hours. It was torture and it hurt so badly.  I finally passed out and when I awoke it seemed as if I was asleep for a really long time. There was this cold that remained in the glass container and there were these crystal stars formed on the inside of my container and I couldn’t move. I sat frozen still in that container for a really long time as my mind wandered into a place where the warmth of the light filled me up and kept me from becoming still like the crystals. I began to imagine that large bright shiny sphere just floating amongst the eternal blackness.

title: Coming Into Existance

question: Why did the narrator try and fight to get out of the confinement it found itself in?

answer:
The narrator woke up to intermittent beeps that come and go. It could hear all kinds of noises signifying different activities going on around it but was unable to see anything.

After some time, the narrator gained the ability to see a little bit of what was going on around it. however, it was unable to communicate. The narrator felt helpless and tried to escape but wore itself out in the process.

The narrator regained consciousness after a while and tried again to make itself heard and noticed, but to no avail. Tired and frustrated, the narrator fell into a deep sleep.

The lack of understanding of its situation, as well as a surge of energy, seem to be responsible for the narrator's desperate struggle to get out of the situation it found itself in.


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The PAKISTAN NATIONAL BASEBALL TEAM () is the national team representing Pakistan in international baseball tournaments and competitions. They are ranked as the top and one of the most successful baseball teams in South Asia, winning the first SAARC Baseball Championship 8-2 against Sri Lanka in 2011.[1] The team is currently ranked #24 in the world by the International Baseball Federation.[2] The highest rank they have achieved was 21st.

The Pakistani team has participated in many of the international and regional tournaments and has achieved many successes. It has won the Asian Baseball Championship _(C level)_ title in 2010, where they won 10-0 against Hong Kong in the final round,[3] and five titles at the Asian Baseball Cup, winning the last tournament in 2015.[4] The team qualified for the World Baseball Classic qualifier round for the first time where they lost 0–10 against Brazil and 0–14 while competing against Great Britain in 2016.[5]

The team is governed and controlled by the Pakistan Federation Baseball, which is represented in the Baseball Federation of Asia (BFA), having been ranked #5 in Asia just behind China respectively.[6]

Regional competition

Asian Baseball Championship

Pakistan have participated at the Asian Baseball Championship since 2003, and have competed in the competition ever since. The national team has struggled in competing against top Asian teams such as Japan, Chinese Taipei, and Korea, among others. Pakistan secured fifth position after coming victorious against Indonesia in the 2015 Asian Baseball Championship.

Asian Games

In all four Asian Games to include baseball, Pakistan have competed in the 2010 and 2014 tournaments, though they have not won the tournament once Pakistan secured their largest win 25-0 against Mongolia in Seoul.

Asian Baseball Cup

Pakistan have dominated the Asian Baseball Cup since its inception, and have competed in every year. Since 1997, Pakistan have never missed out on placing in the top 3 in any tournament, and is the only team to have achieved this feat. Pakistan also holds the record for most consecutive Asian Baseball Cup titles, having won five times in total, while the national team have been defending their title since the last four tournaments.

International tournament results

World Baseball Classic

  World Baseball Classic record                       Qualification record
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  Year                            Round               Position
  2006                            _Did not enter_     _No qualifiers held_
  2009                            _Did not enter_     _No qualifiers held_
  2013                            _Did not enter_     _Did not enter_
  2017                            _Did not qualify_   0
  2021
  TOTAL                           0/4                 –

Current squad

Honors and recognition

-   ASIAN BASEBALL CHAMPIONSHIP
    -   1ST PLACE, 2010 _(C level)_
    -   2nd place, 2009 _(C level)_
-   ASIAN GAMES
    -   5th place, 2010, 2014
-   ASIAN BASEBALL CUP
    -   1ST PLACE, 2006, 2010, 2012, 2013, 2015
    -   2nd place, 2001, 2002, 2004, 2009, 2017
    -   3rd place, 1997
-   SAARC BASEBALL CHAMPIONSHIP
    -   1ST PLACE, 2011

Records

-   LARGEST WIN — 25 - 0 Mongolia , (Seoul, 24 September 2014)
-   WORST DEFEAT — 0 - 17 (F/5) South Korea , (Guangzhou, 16 November 2010)

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title: Pakistan national baseball team

question: What does the article say about the pakistan National Baseball Team's international matches?

answer: They won the first SAARC Baseball Championship against Sri Lanka in 2011. They won the Asian Baseball Championship in 2010 and five titles in the Asian Baseball Cup, the last being in 2015. They lost to Brazil in the World Baseball Classic. They secured fifth position in the Asian Baseball Championship after degeating Indonesia in 2015. They have not one the Asian Games since their win against Mongolia in Seoul.

question: What does the article say about the Pakistan National Baseball Team's career during the 2000s?

answer: They have participated in the Asian Baseball Championship since 2003. They did not enter the World Baseball Classic tournament in 2006 or 2009. They places second in the Asian Baseball Championship in 2009. They came first in the Asian Baseball Cup in 2006, and second in 2001, 2002, 2004, and 2009.

question: What does the article say about the Pakistan National Baseball Team's star players?


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Who We Are

Footsteps is the only organization in the United States providing comprehensive services to people who have chosen to leave their ultra-Orthodox communities and begin new lives. Based in New York, Footsteps provides a range of services, including social and emotional support, educational and career guidance, workshops and social activities, and access to resources. Thanks to Footsteps, former ultra-Orthodox Jews have a safe, supportive, and flourishing community to turn to as they work to define their own identities, build new connections, and lead productive lives on their own terms.

question: What does Footsteps provide?

answer: Footsteps provides comprehensive services to people who have chosen to leave their ultra-Orthodox communities and begin new lives.

question: Where is Footsteps based in?

answer: It is based in New York

question: What range of services does Footsteps provide?

answer: It provides services like social and emotional support, educational and career guidance, workshops and social activities, and access to resources.

question: What group of people does Footsteps really help?

answer: It helps former ultra-Orthodox Jews define their own identities.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This article is a description of who Footsteps is and what it has to offer to people who have left their ultra-Orthodox communities and what to begin new lives.


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As my eyes open, blinded by the light coming from the window, I drag myself from the cozy warmth of my bed and stagger to the bathroom. When I get to the bathroom I splash some water on my face and look at myself in the mirror. I look like I have been dragged through hell and back. As I’m looking in the mirror, I notice a shadow from behind the shower curtain.
“Jason? Is that you?”

No reply.

I approach the curtain and throw it aside. Standing in the shower is my roommate, his eyes bloodshot and swollen and teeth blackened from years of smoking and poor hygiene. Then I smelt and saw something terrible. His body had begun to rot away from his bones. My eyes widened as I realized what had happened. He had been infected.

It was at that moment that I knew I was in trouble.

I flee from the bathroom in a terrified frenzy, slamming the door behind me, and run to my room where I frantically get dressed and grab the survival kit I keep in the wardrobe. Hearing the noises coming from the bathroom, I leave the house and walk out onto the empty street. With nothing but my backpack filled with food and ammunition, my trusty sawn-off shotgun and my ever faithful baseball bat, I start walking away from my house, hearing it burn behind me.

After hours of walking, I finally get to the Pine Hills shopping Centre, as I enter the centre, I can feel the eyes of hundreds of people staring at me. My heart begins to pound and I can feel my adrenalin rising as I see that everyone is rotting away before my eyes. I panic and pull out my shotgun and begin to let loose. With each shot fired, I see mangled bodies drop to the floor, but each dead body that falls is replaced by multiple living ones. As the infected start surrounding me, I decide that it is time that I got out of here, so without thinking I run down the corridor, only to find that the infected are coming at me from both directions.  I draw my baseball bat from my back pack and make a mad dash for the exit, bodies crumpling in my wake. I finally make it outside, but I don’t stop running, I can’t stop, I have to get away from here.

After what feels like hours, I have to stop running and rest. Taking the last sip from my water bottle, I notice that it’s starting to get dark and that I need to sleep. After walking for about an hour, I find a house that looks deserted and decide to seek refuge in its walls. Warily I enter the house and walk to the nearest room, to my surprise there is a king sized bed with clean covers and a small fridge next to it. Looking in the fridge I find an unlabeled bottle of liquid, I open it and am instantly hit with a wave of sensory delights.  I smile to myself and take a swig of the bottles contents, its warmth travelling through my body and making my fingertips tingle. After emptying the bottle down my throat, I fall asleep.

Woken by the blinding light, I think I am home in my own bed, only to find that three large men in white uniforms are shining torches in my eyes. Ignoring my efforts to escape, they drag me almost effortlessly to their van and throw me into the back, my head hitting the steel seat inside and knocking me unconscious.

Once again by bright lights, I find myself strapped to a cold steel table in a white room. I can just hear the men in white talking from outside the door.
“According to his driver’s license, this guy’s name is Mitchell Cameron, He’s a Iraq veteran from Pine Hills, that little town a few miles away..” said the first man in white.
“I thought he looked familiar!” exclaimed the second man, “he was in the news a few months ago, apparently he had some sort of mental breakdown and set fire to his girlfriend’s dog.”
Hearing this sends me into a panic. I can feel the straps loosening as I struggle against them. After hours of struggling, I am free. I leave the white room, only to find myself in a white corridor, feeling extremely disoriented, I stumble down the corridor just to find myself at a dead end. I turn and see the three men in white at the other end of the corridor, one holding a large syringe and the others holding stun guns. I run at them. They yell “Sir you are having a mental breakdown! Please stop so we can help you!” but I know better, I can tell they are lying. As I get closer I see their rotting bodies and prepare myself for a fight. Unarmed, I am defenseless and outnumbered. The men pin me to the ground with ease and inject me with the purple liquid in the syringe. The room starts to spin and go black.
After what feels like years of sleep, I finally wake up, Strapped to the table once again. I can hear voices from the corridor. “Mitchell Cameron was found in a young couple’s house last night and has been charged with the murders of 83 men, women and children in yesterday’s Pine Mall Massacre.  He is suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress and will remain here in the Northwood mental asylum until further notice.”
Not believing the lies of the infected scum, I free myself from my restraints, but instead of attempting to run down the corridor again, I have no other option but to find a different means of escape. I tip the table on its side and tie one of the restraints onto its leg. I then slip the loop around my neck and take my final breath.

title: Perspectives (998 words)

question: Who does the narrator initially think the shadow is?

answer: Jason.

question: What does she know, instantly, has happened to her roommate?

answer: He is infected.

question: How does the narrator respond to Jason's presence?

answer: They frantically get dressed and run to the Pine Hills Shopping Center.

question: Where does the narrator fall asleep?

answer: A house that looks like it's deserted.

question: Write a ~14 sentence summary.

answer:
The narrator wakes to a rustling and finds it's Jason, their roommate-and that he's been infected. They get dressed hurriedly and go to the Pine Hills Shopping Center, only to find it is full of the infected. They run off and find a seemingly deserted house, where they fall asleep.

The narrator wakes, thinking they are in their own bed, but realizes men wearing white are shining flashlights in their eyes. The narrator tries to rise but the men knock them unconscious.

When the narrator wakes again, they are strapped to a steel table. The men are sifting through their belongings and talking. They've discovered the narrator is Michael Cameron, a local guy they've heard set his girlfriend's dog on fire during a mental breakdown. Michael struggles and manages to get loose, running around the hospital. Everything looks the same and it's disorienting. Men with guns stop him, and a nurse injects him with a syringe.

He sleeps for what feels like forever, and wakes to hearing what the news has been saying about him: he had massacred 83 people at the Pine Ridge Shopping Center, hid in a young couple's house, and suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder. He's being held at Northwood asylum. Hearing this, needing to escape but knowing an attempt to run is futile, Michael hangs himself.


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-   Overall Length:8.50"

-   Blade Length:3.625"

-   Blade Thickness:0.10"

-   Blade Material:4116

-   Blade Style:Drop Point

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-   Finish:Satin

-   Edge Type:Plain

-   Handle Length:4.875"

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-   Weight:2.70 oz.

-   Sheath:Polymer

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-   Country of Origin:Taiwan

-   Best Use:Hunting

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-   Overall Length:8.50"

-   Blade Length:3.625"

-   Blade Thickness:0.10"

-   Blade Material:4116

-   Blade Style:Drop Point

-   Blade Grind:Flat

-   Finish:Satin

-   Edge Type:Plain

-   Handle Length:4.875"

-   Handle Material:Polypropylene

-   Color:Black

-   Weight:2.70 oz.

-   Sheath:Polymer

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-   Brand:Cold Steel

-   Model:Pendleton

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The Pendleton Lite Hunter is an award winning hunting knife with big functionality and a small price tag. The Lite is just like the regular Pendleton Hunter with a drop point blade, modest guard, hollowed bolster area and a flared butt to aid retention. The only major changes is the use of 4116 Krupp steel and polypropylene instead of Kray-Ex for the handle. The Pendleton Lite Hunter includes a Cod-Ex sheath with belt clip. This is a superb light-weight hunting, utility knife!

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The Pendleton Lite Hunter is an award winning hunting knife with big functionality and a small price tag. The Lite is just like the regular Pendleton Hunter with a drop point blade, modest guard, hollowed bolster area and a flared butt to aid retention. The only major changes is the use of 4116 Krupp steel and polypropylene instead of Kray-Ex for the handle. The Pendleton Lite Hunter includes a Cod-Ex sheath with belt clip. This is a superb light-weight hunting, utility knife!

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-   Overall Length:8.50"

-   Blade Length:3.625"

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-   Blade Style:Drop Point

-   Blade Grind:Flat

-   Finish:Satin

-   Edge Type:Plain

-   Handle Length:4.875"

-   Handle Material:Polypropylene

-   Color:Black

-   Weight:2.70 oz.

-   Sheath:Polymer

-   Knife Type:Fixed Blade

-   Brand:Cold Steel

-   Model:Pendleton

-   Model Number:20SPH

-   Country of Origin:Taiwan

-   Best Use:Hunting

-   Product Type:Knife

You can't have too many of these knives.

Ralph D.

10-05-2019

Awesome knife for the price. I had a couple nice sheaths made for this and bought a few extra knives just so I don't have to think twice about abusing one to death if I have to.

Exceptional !!!!

jay l.

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question: What is the Pendleton Lite Hunter best used for?

answer: The knife is best used for hunting.

question: How does the Pendleton Lite Hunter differ from the regular Pendleton Hunter?

answer: Unlike the regular Pendleton Hunter, the Lite has a drop point blade, modest guard, hollowed bolster area, and a flared butt to aid retention.

question: What are some positive customer reviews for the Pendleton Lite Hunter?

answer: One customer said that it's an awesome knife for the price.  Another commented that he/she would recommend it to anyone for sure.

question: How much is the Pendleton Lite Hunter?

answer: The manufacturer's suggested retail price is $25.99, but it can be bought online for $15.95.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The Pendleton Lite Hunter is a great hunting knife that is very functional. It has a lot of positive reviews from customers.


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"And I saw he was afraid, but not as much as if I had not been there" ->Harlan Ellison<-

The handles on the backs of the seats kind of suck up the comfort. You first see her sitting three rows ahead, in the opposite aisle. Her type is rare here, especially alone.  Blonde, slender, frail and quite. You would like very much to speak with her. Nothing creepy, but it's been a while since you've talked with someone who wasn't a crack head or strung out or family. Touching, that's far out of the question.

A rest stop comes soon. Very scenic, McDonald's parking lot, highway crossroads. Brown tinted gold in all directions. Drone sounds, and slight hills. Just the kind of nowhere place you've become accustomed to; you and your little red bag, with everything you need, freshly restocked with ketchup and sugar packets, honey and whatnot. Bits of crayon, business cards, scraps of paper, emergency candy bars and a notebook. This notebook, which you have in your hand, and fill with all you can pass through. Maybe somebody shall see, but it's unlikely. You also draw, scratch out scenes, nothing of great importance, except maybe to you. They unlock something that usually lives under heavy key.

And that girl is out and about, alone. Conversation is out of the question, but a piece is saved on your tiny page. A simple composition: parking barriers in their concrete dotted-line merge with car hood, boxy and blue, pulled forward to the limit, while a pale green branch twists a lonely way up, as the girl stands underneath, unencumbered, turned slightly away, admiring the wild grass hills with reverence most often reserved for Fuji, or the Louvre.  And as like, you see her composition.

Seeing surprisingly few cars and hearing even less, though they're there. Just because something is there you don't see or hear it, just ask pedestrian casualties. You find the scene has shifted, with hunching lines wrapped around, keeping warmth close to home. Fellow passengers begin to exit, some with big white bags, leopard print grease spots, many with large plastic cups. Each handful equal to a week of change that you yourself give for food. You find first-world self-imposed hunger to be quite a joy, at times. Henry David said it best you think, not sure what it is.

"Some View." You speak in horrid tones. Her words make no impression, but just because there is no record doesn't erase the facts. The beach is a favorite. Her sounds are not made by those on this shore, and she's come a long way by dubious means to be in this concrete stamp. There are past friends in the future.

It takes quite a lot of radiation to bring you along. Mass and gravity. Once it's begun; inevitable. You drop your pack in a square room, with table and chair, couch and tv, broken mirror and the beginning of christmas lights, her old classmates and exchange program vets, introduction and pot. And a couch, maybe more. You have no problem taking what's given, and road kill is godsend.

Your mind reels. Potent stuff, and a night of bonding complete. No rejection; absorption. Standing on concrete, you watch lights play out over the hills. Squadrons, paramilitary air support looking back through sights; it's possible. This view interests those new friends of yours, wavelengths mesh, and you begin to believe in yourself, how you've found it: belongings.

You sit in a room with them all, not all, but many. Remaining in one place, more or less, with powers and responsibilities of a low but noticeable magnitude. Tenuous roots embed, expand. A schedule of sorts, time meaning something besides departure. Love?

And you are surrounded, suspended on nothing, no base, no lid, wide open, a part of the scene, and you are engulfed. Flesh-body-soul enter those around you, the choice bits going to the blonde who brought you in, and nothing remains but contentedness.

title: The Traveler

question: Who is the girl?

answer: The girl is a prostitute who offers both sex and pot. She is a slender blonde who does her business in a run-down square room that has photos of people she knows, it is likely to be her home.


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_CATCH THE WIND: SONGS OF A GENERATION_ is the second studio album (first cover album) by Australian Idol 2006 winner Damien Leith. It was released on 26 April 2008.

The album features 18 songs of Leith's interpretations from the 1960s and 1970s that inspired and captured his spirit at a young age. “The great songwriters of the 60s and 70s have always been a major influence on my own original material. In many ways the songs of that generation are as relevant today as they were back then. I've chosen songs that either mean a great deal to me on a personal level or those that I'd just love people to hear.”

The album debuted at number three on the Australian ARIA Albums Chart, selling 9,688 copies in its first week.[1] In the following week, in the lead up to Mother's Day, the album rose to number two. Selling over 17,000 units, the album lost the top position by less than 300 copies.[2]

Track listing

1.  “Catch the Wind” (Donovan) – 2:19
2.  “Annie's Song” (John Denver) – 2:30
3.  “Wild World” (Cat Stevens) – 3:31
4.  “If” (David Gates) – 3:16
5.  “The Times They Are a-Changin'” (Bob Dylan) – 3:00
6.  “Father and Son” (Stevens) – 3:20
7.  “Vincent” (Don McLean) – 4:14
8.  “Everybody's Talkin'” (Harry Nilsson) – 4:03
9.  “Universal Soldier” (Buffy Sainte-Marie) – 2:18
10. “Guitar Man” (Gates) – 3:28
11. “Baby, I Love Your Way” (Peter Frampton) – 3:09
12. “Only Love Can Break Your Heart” (Neil Young) – 3:34
13. “Longer” (Dan Fogelberg) – 2:56
14. “Blowin' in the Wind” (Dylan) – 3:02
15. “Old Man” (Young) – 2:49
16. “And I Love You So” (McLean) – 3:03
17. “Sunshine on My Shoulders” (Denver) – 4:20
18. “Time in a Bottle” (Jim Croce) – 3:02

Personnel

-   David Anderson – Photography
-   Glenn A. Baker – Liner Notes
-   Jenifer Carmody – A&R
-   James Patrick Cooper – Art Direction, Design
-   Ross Fraser – Producer, A&R
-   Paul Gray – Keyboards, Vocals (background), Producer
-   Esther Coleman Hawkins – Choir Master
-   Damien Leith – Guitar, Vocals, Producer
-   Greg Royal – Bass

Charts

+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Chart (2008)                      | Peak                              |
|                                   | position                          |
+:=================================:+:=================================:+
| Australian ARIA Albums Chart[3]   | 2                                 |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+

Certification

Year-end charts

  Chart (2008)                         Position
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  Australian Albums Chart[4]           41
  Australian Artists Albums Chart[5]   9

[1] Madonna Gives Retail A New Music Week . Undercover. Retrieved 15 May 2008.

[2] Andre Rieu Tops Mothers Day Chart Week . Undercover. Retrieved 15 May 2008.

[3] Australian Top 50 Albums Chart . Retrieved on 4 May 2008.

[4]

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title: Catch the Wind: Songs of a Generation

question: What does the article say about the album 'Catch the Wind: Songs of a Generation'?

answer: The album is the second studio album by Australian Idol 2006 winner Damien Leith. It was released on 26 April 2008. The album features 18 songs from the 1960s and 1970s. It album debuted at number three on the Australian ARIA Albums Chart, selling 9,688 copies in its first week.

question: What does the article say about the other Leith's albums?

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The HIGH STREET HISTORIC DISTRICT in Burlington, New Jersey, is a historic district listed on state and federal registers of historic places.[1][2] It is adjacent to the city's Burlington Historic District.[3] The district, which is a certified local district, comprises the buildings at 201–467 and 200–454 High Street and 13–37 and 10–22 East Broad. The boundary increase of 2014 includes the building at 6 West Pearl Street, a brewery building dating from 1682, now a residence.[4]

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[2] Historic District Map City of Burlington June 17, 2014

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[4] http://www.nj.gov/dep/hpo/1identify/nr_nomntns_03_14_2014_SRB_drafts/BUR_BrlngtnCty_HiSt_HD.pdf

title: High Street Historic District (Burlington, New Jersey)

question: Where is High Street Historic District located?

answer: It's in Burlington, New Jersey.

question: Is it unique as a historic district in New Jersey?

answer: No, it's adjacent to Burlington Historic District.

question: Which buildings does the district cover?

answer: It comprises the buildings at 201-467 and 200-454 High Street and 13-37 and 10-22 East Broad. Also 6 West Pearl Street is included.

question: Which buildings were added later to the district?

answer: The boundary increase of 2014 includes the building at 6 West Pearl Street, a brewery building dating from 1682, now a residence.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The High Street Historic District in Burlington, New Jersey, is adjacent to the Burlington Historic District. It comprises the buildings at 201-467 and 200-454 High Street and 13-37 and 10-22 East Broad. The boundary increase of 2014 includes the building at 6 West Pearl Street, a brewery building dating from 1682, now a residence.


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GÉRAUD CHRISTOPHE MICHEL DUROC, 1ST DUC DE FRIOUL (October 25, 1772 – May 23, 1813) was a French general noted for his association with Napoleon.

Early life

Duroc, born at Pont-à-Mousson (Meurthe-et-Moselle), the son of an officer, was educated at the military schools of his native town and of Châlons.

Military career

The Revolutionary Wars

He was gazetted second lieutenant, (artillery) in the 4th regiment in 1793, and advanced steadily in the service. Captain Duroc became _aide-de-camp_ to Napoleon in 1796, and distinguished himself at Isonzo, Brenta and Gradisca in the Italian campaigns of 1796-1797.

He served in Egypt, and was seriously wounded at Aboukir. His devotion to Napoleon was rewarded by complete confidence. He became first _aide-de-camp_ (1798), general of brigade (1800), and governor of the Tuileries. After the battle of Marengo, he was sent on missions to Vienna, St Petersburg (Russia), Stockholm and Copenhagen.

The Napoleonic Wars

As Grand Marshal of the Palace, he was responsible for the measures taken to secure Napoleon's personal safety, whether in France or on his campaigns, and he directed the minutest details of the imperial household.

After the Battle of Austerlitz, where he commanded the grenadiers in the absence of General Oudinot, he was employed in a series of important negotiations with Frederick William III of Prussia, with the elector of Saxony (December 1806), in the incorporation of certain states in the Confederation of the Rhine, and in the conclusion of the armistice of Znaim (July 1809).

In 1808, he was created _duc de Frioul_: his duchy was made duché grand-fief for his widow in 1813, a rare - but nominal - hereditary honor (extinguished in 1829), created in Napoleon's own Kingdom of Italy. After the Russian campaign, he became senator (1813).

[Napoleon weeps for Duroc, wounded. Engraving by Horace Vernet.]

After the Battle of Bautzen (May 20–21, 1813), the Grande Armée made a slow pursuit of Allied forces. At Reichenbach on the 22nd of May, 1813, a cannonball ricocheted off a tree-trunk, hit Duroc in the stomach, tore open his belly and spilled out his intestines in a gory mess over uniform, saddle and horse,[1] which Napoleon witnessed. Whilst Duroc lay dying inside a farmhouse he requested Napoleon's presence where he apologised to the Emperor for not being able to serve him further, asked him to be a father to his daughter, and then requested him to withdraw so that he was not present at the moment of death.[2] Napoleon bought the farm and erected a monument to his memory.

In December, 1814 while at Elba Napoleon made a declaration to Lord Ebrington, when trying to justify the poisoning of the sick at Jaffa, that in the case of his friend Duroc, who, when his bowels were falling out before his eyes, he repeatedly cried to Napoleon to have him put out of his misery. Napoleon responded, “I told him I pity you, my friend, but there 's no cure, you have to suffer up to the end”.

Memorial

Duroc was buried at The Invalides, in Paris, in 1847. The metro station Duroc of the Paris Métro is named after him.[3]

[1] Frank McLynn, _Napoleon: A Biography._, p. 555.

[2] Frank McLynn, p. 555.

[3]

title: Géraud Duroc

question: Which famous figure was Duroc associated with?

answer: Duroc was associated with Napoleon.

question: What did Duroc's complete devotion to Napoleon bring him?

answer: Duroc's complete devotion to Napoleon brought him to be first aide-de camp, general of brigade, and governor of the Tuileries.

question: How did Napoleon respond when Duroc's bowels were falling out before his eyes?

answer: Napoleon responded to Duroc by saying he pitied him, but there was no cure, so he would have to suffer to the end.


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SEE HERE FOR INFORMATION ABOUT COVID-19

Based within the Climate and Health Program in the Department of Environmental Health Sciences at the Mailman School of Public Health, our group studies the environmental determinants of health with a strong focus on infectious disease.  We develop and use dynamical and statistical modeling techniques to simulate and forecast the variability, seasonality and transmission of infectious agents.  Much of this work is directed toward the epidemiological prediction of infectious disease outbreaks using dynamic models and data assimilation (i.e. Bayesian inference) methods.  Real-time forecasts of influenza in the U.S. during the cold and flu season can be seen at cpid.iri.columbia.edu.

Our group also studies health in the built environment, specifically New York City.  We have projects exploring indoor heat and humidity levels in the home, as well as a program actively monitoring respiratory virus infection.  These projects combine field observations and modeling efforts.

Prospective students and researchers interested in joining the Shaman Group or the Climate and Health Program should check out currently posted opportunities.

question: Within where are these studies based?

answer: The Climate and Health Program in the Department of Environmental Health Sciences at the Mailman School of Public Health.

question: What are they studying?

answer: Covid.

question: What else does this group study?

answer: Health in the built environment, specifically New York City.

question: Where can real-time forecasts of influenza during the U.S.' cold and flu season be seen?

answer: cpid.iri.columbia.edu

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Several groups at the Climate and Health Program in the Department of Environmental Health Sciences at the Mailman School of Public Health study the way covid and other infectious diseases move during different seasons in New York City.


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PAUL FRANKLIN MILLER JR. (January 23, 1932 – March 29, 2012) was an American sculptor, art educator, and the creator of numerous art innovations. Miller was educated at Richmond Professional Institute, where he studied Abstract Expressionism. While studying he spent his summers in Provincetown, where he was greatly influenced by his mentor and tutor, Hans Hoffman.

A pivotal change in Miller's art career came when he began welding. His welds focused on symmetrical designs, which he became known for throughout his life as an artist.[1][2] Miller's symmetrical art is represented in his sculpture, videography and printmaking.

His welding art was best known for the wall sculptures he created using thousands of brass welds, which most resemble crocheting in gold. In order to create the most accurate art from a symmetrical perspective, Miller and 2 physicists developed a device they named the Symmetricon. This allowed him to photograph sculptures and generate an almost limitless number of kaleidoscopic designs. Miller would then choose the designs he preferred and archive them as models for his sculptures. Miller also used his Symmetricon create Kaleidoscopic Archival Ink Prints and a video using objects from nature transformed into symmetrical designs.[3]

Miller also used an electroplating process, while experimenting with myriad materials from bone to vegetables, even growing jewelry with gold or silver over knotted strings. A tribe of small pre-human figures, 5 to 10 inches tall, was first plated in copper or silver. He then scaled these to be up to 9 ft tall.[4][5]

Miller also taught at the Stevens Institute of Technology (SIT).[6][7][8][9][10]

Early life

Miller was born in Roanoke, Virginia on January 23, 1932. He was born to Daisy Bell Miller and Paul Franklin Miller Sr. His mother worked as a schoolteacher, while his father was a retail executive.

Miller was influenced by art from a young age, with his mother taking an interest in crafts, painting, and pottery. His father, who was a musician, also influenced him. Miller also played in the school band before becoming a regular in the local country club dance band.

Life and career

After finishing high school, Miller enlisted in the U.S. Air Force and became a member of the Air Force Band. He was based in Wiesbaden, Germany. The band became a renowned touring band in Europe at the time, playing in numerous countries while Miller was a member. During his spare time with the band, Miller would frequently visit museums, art galleries and royal palaces in various European countries.[11]

Following his time in Europe, Miller enrolled in Richmond Professional Institute (RPI), later known as Virginia Commonwealth University. RPI was known at the time for a focus on art, which was one of the main reasons it was chosen by Miller. While studying in Virginia, Miller traveled each summer to Provincetown to learn more about Abstract Expressionism. He studied under the well-known Abstract Expressionist, Hans Hoffman.[12] While in Provincetown, Miller mixed and socialized with the likes of Zoot Sims, Jerry Mulligan, Norman Mailer and other luminaries from the New York art world.

On his return to RPI for his next year of study, Miller became intrigued with torch and welding. As he developed his skills, many commented on the accuracy of his welds and how few artists could match the flawlessness of his bronze sculptures. Miller went on to study a master's degree. Following his education, Miller moved to New York City to pursue a career in art and Abstract Expressionism.[13]

Shortly after arriving in New York City, Miller became the Artist-in-Residence at Stevens Institute of Technology (SIT), where he taught drawing, painting and sculpture.[14] In his spare time, Miller continued as a professional sculptor, videographer, and printmaker. For 25 years, Miller taught art and advocated exposure to it.[15] He lectured on art and technology or symmetry in venues such as the New York Academy of Science, the American Society of Electrical Engineers and a national convention of metal workers and welders, whose directors wanted members to see Miller's welds, which most resembled crocheting.

Miller was a consultant for collaborative sculpture workshops, a lecturer on the work of Alexander Calder, who graduated from SIT in 1919. He was a judge of various art shows, including the Asian Indian Show in 1980. Miller was the graphic set designer for Lunar LTD Film Company. Miller's wall sculptures and outsized standing figures were commissioned by New York City financial institutions, churches, synagogues, the Stevens Library, Stevens Center and the private collection of Robert Graves.

Works

In 1958, Miller was studying Abstract Expressionism with Hans Hoffman,[16] but decided he wanted to move into bronze welding after taking a welding class. As he honed his skills, he began to create more sophisticated designs. He focused initially on wall sculptures for banks or ceremonial objects for churches and synagogues. In the late 1960s, Miller taught art at Virginia Polytechnic Institute.

He then went on to teach art at Pace University before accepting the position of Artist-in-Residence at Stevens Institute of Technology.[17] Miller pioneered art studies, creating the first ever Art & Technology curriculum. Over a 20-year period at SIT, his work took various forms, from sculpture and kaleidoscopic prints to videography. All of his works focused heavily on symmetry.[18]

A monumental concrete statue stands in the grounds of Stevens Institute of Technology, which was designed by Miller and created by four engineering students.[19] Jim Lloyd, a former student of Miller's, was interviewed about his way of teaching. He stated, _“I want 10 paintings in 10 minutes. People wouldn't know what to do with that, but almost every student would turn out at least one thing that was pretty good. It worked.”_ Lloyd added, "_Miller wasn't the kind of guy who would tell you what to do. He would just sit there and by osmosis you'd know, yeah, that's not what he's looking for and that not what I should be doing. Or, occasionally, yeah, I got it right."_[20]

Sculptures

Miller first welded symmetrical objects that were small enough to be worn as jewelry pendants. The designs were said to be simple and crudely executed. He would begin his designs by creating symmetrical doodles on paper, before turning them into symmetrical sculptures. As his skills improved, his works became more delicate, and he often worked with bronze. Each sculpture focused on one type of symmetry; often either vertical and/or horizontal.[21]

During the period when Miller was developing his style, he became interested and influenced by Taotie masks, which were often created in bronze. The ancient Chinese mask motifs were reflected in Miller's work, as many of Miller's works contain mask motifs. Another common design of the sculptures is that they included shapes, such as squares and circles, sharing the same center point.[22]

Miller was known for his varied use of sculptural techniques, experimenting with several modes of creation. He used copper electroforming to create some sculptures with the help of a metallurgist. He was said to be attracted to electroforming due to advantages it had over the traditional lost-wax casting process.[23] With this process, he experimented with forming silver or copper skins over everything from bones, to gourds to knotted strings. The strings themselves would be translated into intricate rings or earrings, in beautiful electroplated filigree jewelry.

He created many miniature figures, creating dozens of little creatures. As his skills improved, he changed from using clay to metal. The size of the sculptures also grew in size, growing the miniatures into 3 ft to 9 ft sculptures.

Miller was known for the intricate welds he would perform on the massive wall hangings that he created. Four thousand welds in a wall hanging weren't uncommon for him. A single piece took as long as three years to complete.[24]

Symmetricon kaleidoscopic projector

Miller created a kaleidoscopic projector named the Symmetricon, along with technical assistance from 2 physicists. The Symmetricon can produce countless symmetrical configurations as stimulation for Miller's wall sculptures. A 35mm slide of one of Miller's sculptures was placed in the Symmetricon. A section of the art was selected and projected in 4-fold symmetry on a screen, in other words, virtual sculpture, long before computers made this possible. Miller kept the designs he liked and filed them for future use. An important feature of the Symmetricon was how it supplemented Miller's imagination, making a gamut of design possibilities accessible to him.[25]

Electronic dimmer for the viewing of art

When Miller began making welded sculptures that possessed intricate geometric designs within a circular norm, he soon noticed that a slight change in the viewer's vantage point produced a dramatic difference in the appearance of the art object. Miller found he could duplicate this experience by providing alternating directions of illumination. Miller presented the challenge to 2 of his engineering students, Richard Szmauz and Richard Taborek. They developed an automatic electronic device that caused light to be produced from 2 sources alternately at predetermined intervals. Thus giving Miller the desired artistic effect.[26]

Symmetrical prints

Miller's work evolving apace with technology; he turned the eye of the Symmetricon onto nature. The result was a series of digital prints using archival ink on canvas. This series was featured in a one-man show at the Anderson Gallery in Manhattan.

Videography

Paul's wife, Nancy, observed that viewers of the kaleidoscope art project came away blissfully drowsy. Not good for art, but wonderful for the body and mind. Thus was born, Journey: A Kaleidoscopic Trip to Inner Peace. It was composed of 2–15 minute videos of Miller's kaleidoscopic images along with the sounds of nature, bird calls, wind chimes and waterfalls. Miller generated kaleidoscopic art using butterfly markings and croton leaves as subjects. The proof of nature's effect on healing is well established and possibly why Journey was a staple in catalogs providing wellness media to hospitals as well as that of The Discovery Channel.

Collections

Miller has a number of large wall sculptures hanging in New York City banks, churches, and synagogues. He also has work displayed at the SIT Library and SIT Gardens as well as the collection of Robert Graves.

[1] Miller, Paul F., The Development of a Symmetrical Welded-Sculpture Style, Leading to the Design of Construction of a Kaleidoscopic Projector,Leonardo, Vol. 15, No. 2, 1982, pp. 104–108, Pergamon Press.

[2] Miller, Paul F., An electronic dimmer for the viewing of sculptures and other artworks, Leonardo, Vol. 13, 1979, pp. 43–44, Pergamon Press.

[3]

[4] Miller, Paul F., Making sculpture by means of copper-electroforming, Leonardo, Vol. 12, 1979, pp. 129–131.

[5]

[6] Stevens Artist-In-Residence Prof. Paul Miller.Stevens Institute of Technology. Accessed May 6, 2015. https://web.stevens.edu/ses/images/fileadmin/images/calder_split_01.swf

[7] Watkins, Eileen, DzArtful students fuse science and sculpture.dzThe Star-Ledger, p.33, June 7, 2009.

[8] Paul Miller, former Artist-in-Residence at Stevens Institute of Technology. “Concrete Bird,” in Stevens Digital Collections, Item #692. Accessed May 6, 2015. http://librarycollections.stevens.edu/items/show/692.

[9] Miller, Paul F., DzThe Development of a Concrete Statue,dzLeonardo, Vol. 15, No. 3, Summer, 1982, pp. 224–226 Published by: The MIT Press, accessed May 6, 2015,

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title: Paul F. Miller

question: Who is Paul Franklin Miller?

answer: Paul Franklin Miller was an American sculptor, art educator, and creator of numerous art innovations.

question: What media did Paul Franklin Miller work in?

answer: Paul Franklin Miller worked in a variety of physical media, including sculpture, projection, and electroplating.

question: Where did Paul Franklin Miller teach?

answer: Pace University and Stevens Institute of Technology

question: Where was Paul Franklin Miller educated?

answer: Richmond Professional Institute

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Paul Franklin Miller was an American sculptor, art educator, and creator of numerous art innovations.


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I had a home. It was such a lovely sight. It was a home for the entire world to see, but a home just for her and I. We had planned, arranged, blueprinted, and constructed an exquisite, splendid little home. It filled us with hope for a brighter future, for a better to-morrow. That future never came, and that to-morrow was ever elusive. Nevertheless, we had a home – I had a home.

We were to live out our lives, our years, in that home. Those years would be filled with hardships, with grief and sorrow. Our sweet little home was merely an idyllic facet of our otherwise melancholic lives. It was through no fault of hers, or my own… it was merely life.

Our home was located in an otherwise unremarkable field, a few miles from a small town. It was peaceful. There was not the cacophonous bustle of a city, or its night-sky quelling light. The location was perfect, for the most part. She loved our home; she loved me too. I loved our home; I loved her too.

Our home carried us through our years, not seeming to care, but all the while keeping her safe. Outside our home, the world was a very dangerous place. It was dangerous for her, not for me. Her body was not capable of protecting her from the outside; I wish it could, not for my sake, but for hers.

Her home had been meticulously planned to be completely insulated from the outside. She loved it, but the outside always called to her. Softly, the breeze would whisper, and she would ignore it. The outside was not for her, this place – our home – was.

Within our home we abandoned the outside. For years our home kept us – her – safe from that outside world, and for years we lived in what we called peace. It wasn’t peace, though, and life was difficult; yet it didn’t matter. Within our home we had each other.

I had a home – a home for her and I. The trees, the birds, and all manner of outside things became things of interest, and after time, she gave in. She had to explore. Years of being inside had made her restless; under the cover of night, she stepped outside. She stepped, and stepped, and stepped, until she could step no more.

Our home was far behind; she stood, basking in the pale light of the moon. She stood, listening to the quiet of the night. She stood, with the soft breeze against her face. The grass called, and she answered, laying in it, still bathed in that pale moon light. She closed her eyes, and she slept. Under a blanket of stars, she slept. Her adventure was over.

In our home, I awoke to no one beside me. I was scared, more so than I had ever been. She was always there. Our home never had just one. It was her home, and it was my home – it was our home, and we were always in it.

I found her, in a field not far from our home. She lay in a field of un-cut grass, and she looked peaceful – more so than she had throughout life. I lay in that field beside her, and I cried. Tears glistening in the early morning sun rolled gently down my face; I lay beside her for the last time. In that field, she was buried, her funeral attended only by me.

I had a home. I had a home that was not meant for just me, or just for her, but existed for her and I. That home was where I lived out most of my years, and where she lived out most of hers. That is not my home anymore. Without her, it is not a home, but merely a house. It is a house in an otherwise unremarkable field, a few miles from a small town.

title: Home

question: Why does the woman want to be insulated from the outside?

answer: Though not explicitly answered, it is implied that the woman's body is not capable of handling the outside world.

question: Who else is living in the home other than the woman?

answer: The narrator and the woman seem to be the only ones living in the home.

question: How long did the narrator and the woman stay inside for?

answer: Not explicitly answered, the passage only indicates "years"

question: Why does the woman change her mind about wanting to be outside?

answer: Not explicitly answered

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator constructs a home for themselves and a woman, in order to protect the woman from the dangers of the outside world. They spend years insulated from the outside, but eventually, curiosity and restlessness get the best of the woman. She leaves the house and dies in a nearby field. The narrator finds her body and cries. The narrator buries her in the same field.


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ANTONY JOHN BLAKE (26 February 1927 – 31 October 2014) was an English professional footballer who played in the Football League for Birmingham City and Gillingham.

Blake was born in Cofton Hackett, Worcestershire.[1] He played football for Rubery & Rednal British Legion as a centre forward before joining Birmingham City in October 1948. While in Birmingham's junior teams, Blake was converted to play at full back,[2] and it was as a left back that he made his first-team debut on 18 February 1950, deputising for Dennis Jennings in the First Division match away at Bolton Wanderers, a game which Birmingham lost 1–0. Blake played once more that season,[3] but then returned to the reserves, and in the 1952 close season moved on to Gillingham.

Due to injuries to other players, he made his Gillingham debut in his former position as a striker against Crystal Palace on 3 September 1952, and marked the occasion with a goal.[4] He made nine further appearances for the club during the 1952–53 season in his more usual defensive role, but then sustained a serious knee injury. An operation in the spring of 1953 proved unsuccessful and he was forced into retirement. He returned to the Midlands where he took a job at an engineering firm.[5]

Blake died in Worcester in 2014 at the age of 87.[6]

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title: Tony Blake (English footballer)

question: Where was Antony Blake born?

answer: Blake was born in Cofton Hackett, Worcestershire, England.

question: When did Blake join Birmingham City?

answer: He joined Birmingham City in October 1948.

question: Why did Blake retire?

answer: He sustained a serious knee injury in the 1952-1953 season. A surgery in 1953 proved unsuccessful, and he was forced to retire.

question: Where did Blake die?

answer: He died in Worcester in 2014 at the age of 87.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Antony Blake was an English professional footballer. He played for Birmingham City and Gillingham. He was forced to retire in 1953 after a knee injury.


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[Newscom]

Newscom

Americans who don’t support redefining marriage to include same-sex couples got a nationally televised message late last night from the music industry: Get over it.

With rapper-turned-talk host Queen Latifah officiating, 33 couples – some made up of two men or two women – got married near the end of the 56th annual Grammy Awards at Staples Center in Los Angeles.

Madonna popped up during the spectacle to sing “Open Your Heart.”  She followed rap duo Macklemore and Ryan Lewis singing their hit “Same Love,” which was embraced last year by the “marriage equality” movement and contains the lyrics:

   The right-wing conservatives think it’s a decision
  And you can be cured with some treatment and religion

The mass wedding ceremony “was the height of fairness and love and the power of love for all people, at any time, in any combination,” Daft Punk songwriter Paul Williams told the Grammys audience.

Other than on Twitter, most commentators appeared to deem it appropriate for the Grammys to sponsor an apparent broadside against music fans who believe marriage is the union of a man and a woman. Mikael Wood, a pop music writer for the Los Angeles Times, opined to CNN’s Carol Costello this morning that conservatives aren’t the audience for the music awards show, anyway.

But Heritage Foundation scholar Ryan T. Anderson, 32, who writes and speaks widely on why marriage matters, suggested that the Grammys producers were as tone deaf as New York Gov. Andrew Cuomo, who recently said some conservatives have no place in his state.

“If the music industry is saying that conservatives are not welcome, this shouldn’t be cause for complaint and hand-wringing,” Anderson told The Foundry.  “It is an opportunity for more conservatives to become better artists and culture creators, so they’re not dependent on those who trash their values.”

“We’re not taking a stand on a political issue,” Neil R. Portnow, president of the National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences, told reporters after the show.  “We’re taking a stand on a humanitarian issue. … This is about people who love each other and want to be together.”

In the ongoing marriage debate, Heritage’s Anderson is used to addressing the intersection of culture and law — in this case, legislation or court action that redefines marriage.

“Culture shapes law, but so too does law shape culture. The law both reflects our values and teaches values, especially to younger generations,” Anderson told The Foundry.

“I majored in music at Princeton, and one thing I learned there is that culture is more important than culture war,” he said, adding: “Still, we need to encourage conservatives to develop good art, good music, good film and television.”

question: What is the writer's opinion on same-sex marriage?

answer: The writer does not provide their own opinion.

question: What is the main focus of this article?

answer: The marriage of 33 same-sex couples near the end of the 56th annual Grammy Awards.

question: Who performed at the event in question?

answer: Madonna and Macklemore and Ryan Lewis.

question: What was the public reaction to the event?

answer: Most commentators appeared to deem it appropriate outside of Twitter. Heritage Foundation scholar Ryan T. Anderson, however, thought the move was tone deaf and that the music industry was saying conservatives were not welcome.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: At the 56th annual Grammy Awards, 33 same-sex couples were married near the end of the ceremony. The marriages were officiated by Queen Latifah. Madonna as well as Macklemore and Ryan Lewis performed at the event. Most commentators outside of Twitter supported the decision, although Heritage Foundation scholar Ryan T. Anderson felt it send a message that conservatives are not welcome in the music industry.


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If you are in the market for the cheapest Rolex Submariner watch, well, it can be a little tricky. There are cheaper versions if you are not concerned for any of the extras, and only the basics. First of all, the watch is not made to be cheap by no means and this means the watch will not be cheap even when looking for the cheapest one available. It was the first divers watch ever to be made and the first watch that was able to reach depths of 100 to 330 feet below the water surface.

What Makes Rolex Submariner watch so Popular?[]

The Rolex is made from 904L stainless steel which makes the watch resistant to corrosion and very strong compared to other watches. Putting this into perspective, the 904L Steel is normally only used by aerospace or other engineering sectors. Most watches are typically only made of 316L steel, which, by no means is even remotely comparable. This durable watch will stand by you through almost any demanding and extreme weather conditions.[]

It is a wear-anywhere watch. No matter what color you decide, it is tasteful enough to wear with jeans and a t-shirt, but classy enough to wear with a suit. Besides the fact that it’s full of technical innovations, its infrangible case, and it is resale value could be more than what you paid for it originally. Do you really know what made this watch super iconic of all time? James Bond, that’s right, from the moment James checked his watch in “Goldfinger” the watch has been a timeless demanding watch of all time.

Which is the cheapest in all Rolex Submariner?

Review & shopping-tips of lowest-price Rolex Submariner and Information of the cheapest Rolex Submariner are always important factors when you began your search for this particular watch. After a little research that I found out for myself, the retail value should be around 7200 for a used watch.[]

After shopping around, I found that you can still get a brand new basic Rolex Submariner with no date available in many colors for the same price of 7500. Review & shopping-tips of lowest-price Rolex Submariner and Information of the cheapest Rolex Submariner can be found on Bob’s Watches website, which is where I found the lowest price of $7500.

There you have it guys, going with the basic Rolex Submariner will always, in the end, be the best deal.

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question: Summarize the popularity of the Rolex Submarine.

answer: It is resistant to corrosion, and is incredibly durable. It's incredibly classy, but it is also capable of being worn anywhere. James Bond wore it in "Goldfinger" which has made it a classic.

question: How cheap can the Rolex Submarine get?

answer: A used Rolex Submarine costs $7200 at minimum. One can get a brand new one for a price of $7500. The price is comparable, and $7500 is close to the lowest price.


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No one cares. That’s the constant refrain we hear about women’s football. Well, on Thursday night more than four million people cared enough to turn their TVs over to Channel 4 and watch England play the Netherlands in the semi-finals of the European Championships. Clare Balding, who hosted the coverage, tweeted that it marks the highest audience figures for the channel this year.

In our house, we joined them. I let my two young daughters stay up late to watch the match and, despite the 3-0 defeat, it was all my five-year-old wanted to talk about the next morning. My personal highlight of the evening was when Dele Alli came on TV and she shouted, “Look, Mummy! A boy playing football!” as though it was an unusual sight.

It isn’t, of course, but thankfully my daughters are growing up in an era in which women’s football is becoming more visible than ever. The Channel 4 viewing figures are not an anomaly. The previous week more than three million tuned in to watch England beat France in the quarter finals, a massive leap from the 2.4 million who watched the Lionesses come third at the World Cup in Canada two years ago.

If we look further afield to nations who have a longer, stronger, history of investing in the women’s game, the figures are higher still. In Germany seven million – a quarter of the entire TV audience that night – watched their women’s team beat Russia in the group stages, while over in the US viewing figures for the 2015 women’s World Cup smashed anything comparable for the men’s when 25 million Americans watched their team triumph in the final. Globally, 750 million people watched that tournament.

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Dick, Kerr Ladies FC (1920-1921). Photograph: Pro Co
That’s an awful lot of interested people. For all the snarky comments and columns, the numbers matter. They show, despite the archaic opinions, that the tide is turning, and that the sport holds genuine commercial potential for sponsors to exploit. So when England manager Mark Sampson thanked the media in his final press conference of the tournament, his was no twee remark – it was recognition for the vital role that media coverage plays to a sport still fighting for its future. Because until crowds regularly turn out to watch league games, clubs will always have an excuse to offload their women’s sides when they start to feel the pinch.

Like Notts County, which disbanded operations days before the start of the spring season, leaving four England players adrift and, in the case of midfielder Danielle Buet, homeless. The chairman, Alan Hardy, said allowing the women’s team to continue would have been “financial suicide” (if only Neymar could have stepped in, his weekly wage would have covered Notts County’s running costs for the entire season).

The thing is, women’s football isn’t – by definition – financial suicide. In the US the women’s national team outsell the men’s in gate receipts, and outperform them when it comes to incoming revenue. The difference is a cultural one, with an investment that stems back to 1972 and Title IX, the game-changing federal law declaring equal spending across education, including sport.

While women’s football in England has a longer history – the first recorded public women’s match took place in 1881, and crowds of 53,000 watched the Dick, Kerr Ladies in 1920 before the FA slapped a 50-year ban on the sport – proper investment has only really taken place in the last few years. The legacy of that chronic under-investment, of that outright hostility to women and girls accessing football spanning almost a century while the men’s game went from strength to strength, has been hugely damaging. It is testimony to the strength of spirit of so many women’s football pioneers that the game survived, and is bouncing back today.

In this new dawn, in the Women’s Super League, with the FA investing £17m into the sport this year, women’s football needs to become financially viable. If we can convert those television audiences into gate receipts we have a chance. But it’s not all down to external factors. The sport itself has work to do. It requires better marketing, watertight fixture lists, accessible grounds, sensible kick-off times, and a stronger grassroots movement. Baroness Sue Campbell was brought in last year to oversee the mission and a host of high-profile initiatives followed, including Little Mix supporting the Lionesses with a social media campaign. Only time will tell if Campbell can galvanise the resources at the FA to bring her vision to fruition.

When I was a kid I never had the chance to watch women play football – or many sports for that matter – on TV. The transformative power of accessing the game last night with my kids cannot be underestimated. And that memory will stick in my daughters’ minds the next time, and sadly there will be a next time, that someone tells them: “Girls can’t play football.” They can, and they do. These days all you’ve got to do is turn on your TV to watch them. But if we want them to stay on our screens we need to do more than just vote with our remote.

• Anna Kessel is a sports writer

question: Which football match was being played?

answer: England versus the Netherlands.

question: Who won the match?

answer: This information can't be found.

question: How many people viewed the tournament?

answer: 750 million people watched the tournament all over the world.

question: How much investment has been made in the sport over the years?

answer: This information can't be found. But recently seventeen million euros have been invested in the league.

question: Write a ~7 sentence summary.

answer:
Women's football has never been given the viewership it deserves. But, during the time of the essay, 750 million people tuned in to Channel 4 to watch the tournament.

Countries like Germany have had a longer and stronger history of investing in women's sports. While in England, FA slapped a 50-year ban on the sport. The investments have only started taking place recently. The FA has recently invested 17 million euros in the sport.

In these new times, the sport itself needs better marketing, accessible grounds, and a stronger grassroots movement.


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let me know if you are willing to adopt me.

level 2

When'll we get a flair that's just Ganymede?

4 years ago

They've already got an adopted son... It's Hanzo

level 2

King of Diamonds Hanzo

_Original Poster_4 years ago · edited 4 years ago

Can you make teleporters? Cause that would be awesome to have in the family! It would make our roadtrips soooo much easier.

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Yeah, me too. I'm 21, but thats fine, right?

level 2

and me as well! I want to be bastion next Halloween pweeeeez dad

level 1

What were you for Halloween? _A CYBORG NINJA_

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This, in fact, is what he told people - if he said "Genji" they just looked at him funny. We only had a group of Teenage girls that actually recognized who he was.

level 1

That's adorable! Your son must have been so happy, great job with the costume!

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He was very happy. I really don't think he understands how much work it was though. It actually was not that practical from a 5 year old perspective. They like to run fast and play hard, and being encumbered with armor slowed him down. We actually probably only made it about 2 blocks of trick or treating with the full set on before we had to pull pieces off so he could run with his friends.

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Haha! Hillarious - in practice though, he really only likes to play against bots. Real people are a bit on the frustrating side for him.

level 2

They really don't know when to stop, do they?

level 1

My Halloween costume? Cyborg ninja!

question: Who is Hanzo?

answer: Hanzo is the adopted son.

question: Are they talking about a game?

answer: This information can't be found.

question: What did the son dress up as on Halloween?

answer: The son dressed up as a cyborg ninja.

question: Was anyone adopted?

answer: It may be implied that nobody besides Hanzo is adopted.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: A conversation about a Halloween costume.


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Sorry for the crappy title, didn't know what to put.... Please critique as it's my first post. Here it is:

I stared at the carpet while I sat on the edge of my bed in a drunken fog.... I reached for the box of cigarettes I'd just bought from the gas station. I fumbled with the small cardboard carton and pulled out a cigarette. I lit the tip and and took a drag. I felt the bitter taste of tobacco fill my mouth and the warm smoke slink down my throat into my lungs. I exhale and watch the cloud exit my mouth. I held the cigarette in my right hand, and quickly pressed the gleaming tip against my forearm. I held it there for a little, while my skin seared from the heat. I felt the pain suddenly shoot throughout my arm as I snapped back to reality. I pulled the cig away and stared at the self mutilation I'd just inducted on myself seconds early. As I took another drag of the smoke I realised how long it'd been since I'd smoked. Nearly four years now.... Ever since I'd met her and had quit for her. I glanced at the night stand where her spare glasses sat pirched in the same place that they'd sat just a week ago. I took yet another drag.
	I reached into the night stand and pulled out the pistol I'd kept for protection and placed the barell in my mouth for the third time this month. I closed my eyes put my finger on the trigger. I felt my jaw quivering with a mixture of fear and trepidation. I told myself to just do it. count to three and pull the trigger. It'll all be over. Count back from three, and squeeze....
Three
Don't be a fucking pussy. just do it.
Two
It's just seconds left. Just do it.
One
I felt tears start to stream down my face. Just do it.
Zero
	I pulled the barrel of the gun out of my mouth and leaned over the bed and sobbed. A deep throaty scream leaped out of my throat in frustration as I realized I couldn't pull the trigger and finish this piece of shit life. I got up and punched the wall as I screamed again. I felt the wall crumble beneath my fist and blood in my hand start to trickle out as I pulled back and held my hand. I stood there for a minute, breathing heavily examining my hand and thinking. It was then when it occured to me why I couldn't clasp the trigger. I grabbed the pistol from my bed, put it in the back of my tattered blue jeans, grabbed my overcoat, and left my crummy apartment. My mind was racing while I walked two blocks towards her apartment. I felt the cold metal and wood of the grip against my lower back, poking and prodding uncomfortably, though it was hardly noticable.
	I climbed the stairs to the second floor where her apartment was and banged on the door. "Just a minute!" her voice shouted as I heard her put down whatever she was doing and come to the door. The heavy, deep pings of the deadbolt unlocking as she unlocked the door. The moment she creeped the door open, I threw all of my weight against the door. I felt the weak chain that was supposed to hold the door shut tear from the wall as I pushed against the door. I saw her stumble back and start to crawl away. As she scrambled around, trying to stand up and figure out what was happening she turned her head and looked me straight in the eyes.
"What the fuck?" I heard a man exclaim from the kitchen.
Great. She's already moved on.... Well this is embarrasing.
I reached quickly for the pistol I'd earlier tucked away, and pointed it at her. She screamed my name in a high pitched screetch that can only be described as desperate. The large, strongly man who assumidly had yelled earlier came into the narrow hall, looked at me, and charged at me with the knife he'd presumably just been using to eating dinner. I was able to squeeze the trigger this time, and as the pistol jolted in my hand, the spent shell of the .45 ACP flew through the air and the loud bang of the gunshot rang through my ears. The saying turned out to be true. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. It's funny what you think of in when you're on a psychotic, drunken rage.... He twisted forward and hit the wall leaving a smear of blood, finally toppling to the floor like a two hundred pound ragdoll, with the only motion he made that of him grabbing the hole where his heart used to be. I stepped calmly over his body over to where she sat paralyzed with fear on the ground. Her face was a scary white as she muttered, trying to form words that she thought might spare her life. I raised the gun once more at her.
"Sorry" I whispered and took one last drag of my nearly spent cigarette before turning the pistol to myself and pulling the trigger.

title: [RF][HR] Her

question: Why has the narrator taken up smoking?

answer: The narrator hasn't smoked for four years since he'd quit for the woman with whom he'd lived. Now she has moved out and he is depressed, self destructive and drunk. He has taken up smoking because he isn't planning on living for much longer anyway.

question: What evidence is there that the narrator is unhinged?

answer: The narrator takes up smoking again and then burns himself with the coal on the of the cigarette. He then places the barrel of his gun into his mouth with the intention of pulling the trigger. He hits the wall and injures his hand, then he breaks into a woman's apartment and kills her lover then himself.

question: Why did the woman leave the narrator?


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The STATUE OF JESUS in Saidnaya, titled “I Have Come to Save the World”, is the tallest Jesus Christ statue in the Middle East, completed on 14 October 2013, which coincided with a religious holiday for Orthodox Christians who celebrate the feast day of the Protection of the Most Holy Virgin Mary.[1] The figure is 12.3 metres (40ft) tall and stands on a base that brings its height to 32 metres.[2]

Location

The statue, arms outstretched, has been placed on a historic pilgrim route from Constantinople to Jerusalem, is near the _Cherubim Monastery_ in the community of Saidnaya, about 17 miles north of the city of Damascus, at an altitude of above sea level.[3]

Construction

The statue, created by the Armenian sculptor Artush Papoian, was the brainchild of Yury Gavrilov, a 49-year-old man from Moscow who runs an organization called _St Paul & St George Foundation_ in London.[4] The Foundation, which Samir Shakib El-Gabban directs, was previously named the _Gavrilov Foundation_, after Yury Gavrilov.[5]

Priests, theologians from the Trinity Lavra of St. Sergius in Russia and Artush Papoian were part of the eight-year project started in 2005. By 2012, the statue which was assembled in Armenia was ready, but Syria was in civil war, causing the project's biggest delay.

Majority Sunni Muslims dominate the revolt, and jihadists make up some of the strongest fighting groups. Other Muslim groups along with the Christian minority have stood largely with Assad's government, or remained neutral, sometimes arming themselves to keep hard-line rebels out of their communities.[6]

Churches have been vandalized and priests abducted by the rebels in Saidnaya and Maaloula. Therefore, the Syrian Army & Hezbollah launched a campaign to retake full control of the Qalamoun Mountains during the Battle of Qalamoun.

After securing the area, the statue was shipped from Armenia to Lebanon, then eventually reached Syria to be installed in October 2013.

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title: Statue of Jesus (Saidnaya)

question: How tall is the statue?

answer: The figure is 12.3 meters tall and with its base, the height comes 32 meters.

question: Who created the statue?

answer: The statue is created by Artush Popoian.

question: When was the statue inaugurated?

answer: 14 October 2013

question: How long did it take to make the statue?

answer: 8 years.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: The STatue of Jesus situated in Saidnaya is the tallest Jesus statue in the Middle East. The statue, with its base, stretches to 32 meters in height. It is created by the Armenian sculptor Artush Papoian. The project took eight years to finish. After the area was secured, the statue was shipped from Armenia to Lebanon and then reached Syria.