text:
The grey sky wept heavy tears as an old man creeps along a smooth marble path, clutching his coat tightly with white knuckles to keep the frosted wind from stealing it. His head hung low against the rain, joints aching and lungs burning from the cold air, he walks on under the gaze of the silent marble guardians that stand all around.  They are placed in concentric ranks, evenly spaced and facing inwards, ever vigilant. There are thousands of them; tens of thousands even, covering an area miles wide. They are spaced evenly throughout their rings with a gap just wide enough for two people to slip in between with twice that distance between each layer. Small engraved platinum plaques rest at the base of each, meticulously produced and maintained.

At the center is an open space dominated by a large sphere which floats reverently above the ground. The Earth in all its glory, with its greens, blues, and browns – meticulously detailed. White clouds swirl and dance in real time in a never ending show that matches reality. If an observer looks closely, they see small ripples throughout the vast blue oceans as the moon engages in its eternal struggle with the tides. Yellow points of civilization dot the night side, ever struggling against the darkness which creeps steadily west. Giant black scars and craters run along its surface, an eternal reminder of events not long passed.

Once in awhile the old man sees another like himself, walking solemnly through this holiest of places. He places a hand onto the cold stone of a statue to steady himself as a strong gust smashes into his fragile frame. He pulls back his hand as if bitten, a numbness spreading throughout his soul. As he continues forward he looks into the faces around him even as the rain soaks his face. He doesn’t notice as it slips down his coat, and doesn’t care as the cold steals the feeling from his skin. He is beyond knowing discomfort. It has been many months since he felt.

Each face is alive with hand crafted detail down to the very pores of the shining stone skin. Their expressions are serious yet hopeful, sad but inspiring. They stand life sized and uniformed, medals and ribbons adorning their chests. Over each stone heart is a small pin with the shape and detail of the Earth. Had they not been made of lifeless stone, each likeness could be mistaken for a living being. They are the holiest relics of the human race, in a place that has become a religious site that has no priests and belongs to no church. They stand at attention in eternal watch over the planet in their midst and the pilgrims who walk through their home.

As the old man draws nearer to his destination he slows his all ready careful pace to the barest of movements. He has entered the space of his nightmares, the place he visits each night in sleep and each day in life. It is a familiar place, one he has navigated through hundreds of times in the few short months since its completion. It has become routine in a sense. His path is always the same; the same stones, the same steps, the same faces, the same emptiness.

He stops at each monument and memorizes every face before reading the plaque under it. Each one is long since engraved in his mind. They are his link to the past, to better times before.  Some of the names he knows from the old letters. They are his most cherished possessions and the only thing of value he has. He falls asleep each night with a stack of them in his bed, only escaping into the embrace of sleep when he is too tired to remain awake any longer.

After a time that may have been as long as hours or as short as minutes, the old man arrives at what has become both his hell and his salvation. It is a statue of a young woman, so perfectly detailed that the sight of it tears through his soul. He stares at her face and struggles to look away. The plaque at her feet tells only the barest of stories; that she was an officer; that she served all of humanity; that she died protecting her home. That she will be forever remembered. She has a face the old man is intimately familiar with. Her name is the same as his.

He remembers how it all started. How smart and happy and full of life she was. How she glowed and seemed to brighten a room just by being present. How he always pushed her to strive for more, to live up to her full potential. How he had wanted a better life for her than he had ever had for himself. How she had applied on an off chance and been accepted into the program, and how she had gone with his blessing and his encouragement. How she had written every day after she left, and how utterly proud he was. How she was his only child.

He remembers too how it all ended. How the Earth had been decimated. How she had been called up. He watched the live video as it all unfolded, remembers how three billion voices screamed as one when they were victorious. He remembers how none of those thousands of Earth’s children who had left ever came back. He remembers the guilt and the pain so heavy it crushed the air from his lungs.

Amidst the howling wind, he trembles violently and falls to his knees. The rain washes the tears from his face as he sobs uncontrollably. The old man curls up at the feet of his life and waits to die.

title: Pilgrim

question:
Answer the following question based on the above passage:

Summarise the theme of death in paragraphs 7 and 8?

answer: In paragraph 7, the old man arrives at the statue of a young woman. The plaque reads that she died protecting her home, but the old man is devastated because she is his only child. He remembers how it all started and how devastated he was when she died. In paragraph 8, he cries uncontrollably. He waits to die at her feet.

text: This does not happen in paragraph 8. It should be omitted

refinement: In paragraph 7, the old man arrives at the statue of a young woman. The plaque reads that she died protecting her home, but the old man is devastated because she is his only child. He remembers how it all started and how devastated he was when she died.

text: This happens in paragraph 9 and should be omitted.

refinement: In paragraph 7, the old man arrives at the statue of a young woman. The plaque reads that she died protecting her home, but the old man is devastated because she is his only child. He remembers how it all started.

text: It would be beneficial to highlight that remembering her death makes the old man think of her life.

refinement: In paragraph 7, the old man arrives at the statue of a young woman. The plaque reads that she died protecting her home, but the old man is devastated because she is his only child. He remembers how it all started.  Remembering her death makes the old man think of her life.

answer: In paragraph 7, the old man arrives at the statue of a young woman. The plaque reads that she died protecting her home, but the old man is devastated because she is his only child. He remembers how it all started and how devastated he was when she died. In paragraph 8, he cries uncontrollably.

answer: The old man is on his way to visit the grave of his daughter, who died protecting her home. He is overcome with grief and guilt. He curls up at her feet and waits to die.


split: test

text:
He had always wondered what it would feel like to die.

Going into the War, watching his friends and comrades fade from this world, watching them fall before bullet and disease, like wheat before a scythe, he had wondered how it would feel to leave this world: screaming or silent; in pain or at peace; begging for mercy, or cursing and hateful.

It was a curious thing, to think about one’s own demise; to be aware that one’s life will, inevitably, end. Yet still he pondered, even as he fought in the trenches, bullets and dirt flying past his face, how it would feel to simply... go.

But now he knew, as he gazed across the horizon watching the waves of heat rising across the baked sand, his feet as heavy as he trudged across the barren land, that this is Death.

Death is not pain, not agony, not fear and hurt followed by a gentle, caressing, descent into a blissful and endless sleep. Nor is Death sadness and regret, a time of rueful reflection as you say everything you wished you had said, to those you wished to have said it to. Nor, for that matter, is Death peaceful, a gentle, tranquil time where you can simply pass, at peace with the knowledge that you have accomplished that which you were able.

No, Death is none of these things. These feeling, these thoughts, were reserved for the time before Death. But in Death, in the final seconds before one’s life ends, there is but one thing you feel, and one thing only:

Weary.

Indeed, that is how he felt, as sand caked his face and wormed its way into his eyes and mouth, simply, weary.

He did not feel regret; though he knew he should’ve held his wife just that little bit tighter, given her just one more kiss, told her he loved her just one more time.

He did not feel anger; he did not beat against the ground and scream Why? Why me! The world would carry on without him, and there was naught that fear and hate would accomplish.

He did not feel sadness; but he might have had he known he was a father.

No, he felt none of these things. These were not the thoughts that occupied the mind of the man in the throes of death, for his weariness encompassed everything, enveloping him in a blanket of emptiness, smoothing over the highs and lows of his emotions, and leaving nothing but a blank, flat, smooth slate.

He would die out here, indeed, he was in the final minutes, the last seconds, of his life. He cared not what would come after; he had never been a religious man, but knew that he would deserve whatever came. Nor did he dwell on what had come before; he had done his duty to his country, served it to the best of his ability. He had loved his wife with all his heart, and cared for his mother and father, even when they no longer recognized his face.

No, he saw no reason to dwell on any of these things. All he felt was his skin burning, slowly, as the merciless sun beat down on him. And his weariness, so constant, so unwavering, that it had become like a weight upon his back.

One which, eventually, brought him to his hands and knees, panting, and sweating on the sand. Distantly, he felt a drop drip down his nose, tickling him . It reached the end and clung there, on the tip of his nose, before dripping off. He watched it, seeing it fall, before falling himself.

He had heard that in the final moments a person’s life, their entire life flashes before their eyes. He waited, expecting this slideshow of memories to appear at any moment, in the hope that he would be able to see his wife’s face just... one more time.

His eyes closed, he waited.

His body limp, he waited.

Weary to his bones, he waited.

title: [MF] Waiting

question:
Answer the following question based on the above passage:

What is the protagonist's sentiment about death?

answer: He does not fear death and accepts that it's inevitable.

text: The author doesn't necessarily say that they don't fear death, but that death is not fear.

text: It's omitted that the protagonist believes that death is not fear, agony, sadness, or regret. He believes the only feeling you feel is weariness.

refinement: He accepts that it's inevitable, and believes that death is not fear, agony, sadness, or regret that is followed by a gentle, peaceful sleep. He believes the only feeling you feel is weariness.

answer: The protagonist has always been curious about death. He soon realized that death is not any sort of pain, nor agony, nor fear. He simply sees it as a blissful and endless sleep. The protagonist understands the feelings and thoughts of death are reserved for the time before actual death. In one's last moments, the only feeling that remains is weariness.

answer: The protagonist feels weary and empty in the face of death. He does not feel regret, sadness, or any other strong emotion. He is simply weary.

answer: He is curious about what death is, but not enough to actually witness it.

text: This answer is incorrect. The answer doesn't mention anything about not being curious enough to witness death.

text: This answer is blank

refinement: The protagonist believes that death is not fear, agony, sadness, or regret as you fall into a peaceful and endless sleep. He doesn't see it as positive or negative. He believes the only feeling you feel is weariness.

answer: The protagonist feels weary about dying. He does not anticipate death with any sort of positive or negative emotion, but rather accepts it as simply a reality of life.

text: The protagonist doesn't necessarily say he feels weary about dying, but that he sees weariness as the only feeling you have when you die.

refinement: The protagonist feels that the only thing you feel while dying is weariness. He does not anticipate death with any sort of positive or negative emotion, but rather accepts it as simply a reality of life.


text:
    Three guards held onto the chains that shackled me. With every step I took an orchestra of chain melodies followed. The chain cuffs on my feet were the start; the handcuffs were soon to follow. Eventually all five chains that prevented me from running came together and formed a harmonious sound.

    “Is all this necessary,” I turned toward my good friend officer Barry Kindle “I promise I won’t bite,” I said while mimicking a dog biting towards him.

    “You can never be too careful…” he said as he pulled the chain that wrapped around my waist, leaving me breathless “…especially with a psychopath like you.”

    Psychopath, I never did like that term. It tends to insinuate that I have some sort of a problem, a disease even. When in fact I am perfectly aware of what I have done and I have no remorse over it. I’m just different than most people.

    The bus that stood at the end of my pilmigrage was reminiscent of
one I used to ride as a kid on my way to Sunday school. It was white with a hint of rust scattered all about. The seats were torn and to tall for the average person to see over. It was disappointing to know that my last sight of the outside world would come from a spot-ridden plexi-glass window.

    “Ready to go Jason,” Kindle said as he leaned over me to push down the window “I thought you’d want some air,” he said as his fake smile turned into a mocking grin.

    “I’ll make sure to tell your wife how caring you are..,” before I could finish Kindle’s fist caressed my face. Over and over repeated blows were landing on target, with each one inflicting more of his pain on me. The white floors of the bus were being sprinkled with my blood, as the guards rushed over to try to pull Kindle off. Tears descended uncontrollably down his face as he repeated the name of his lovely wife, Emma.

    I can still remember the full moon that covered that night. Fluttering street lights trying ever so hard to illuminate one’s destination, a losing battle in my opinion. There I was driving back and forth trying to find 438 Wintercrest Drive.

    “Turn right in fifty feet,” the robotic woman in my GPS demanded.
“You’re destination is on the right,” a beep immediately followed, emphasizing that I was here. I had found it. My heart was beating out my chest as my pulse skyrocketed. My grand finale was here and I was determined to make it memorable.

    Pavlov had a theory that if you rang a bell and fed a dog the dog would associate food with the sound of a bell. Eventually, all one would have to do to get the dog to salivate is ring the bell. I had done this enough times to know that the bell had rung, and my reward was forthcoming.

    I had parked. From what I could determine the neighborhood was a quiet one. Car royalty crowded the streets. Mercedes to the left of me, Porsche to the right and Lexus scattered in between. There I stood next to my Volvo expecting a guy in a golf cart and supped up blue suit to pull up and drag me out of this place. No such luck. No one ever cared to look outside their windows in this new era of ours. Everyone seemed to be confined to their own four walls and the entertainment held within them. Even in the nicer neighborhoods, which I previously visited, no one noticed the guy in the ski mask walking around with a knife.

    As expected, there was only one car in the driveway. My good friend Kindle was out chasing another loose end I had fed him. Zodiac had started a trend. It was within our profiles to send packages. According to the profiles the packages symbolized our need to be caught. A need that arose from us not liking what we did. If only I could teach a class to all the forensic psychologists. In actuality we loved every second of what we did, and if we were caught we would miss out on all the fun. We sent the packages as nothing more than a mere distraction, something to keep the cat busy while the mice went out and played.

    There are two things that I have passion for in life. The first thing is puzzles. I love solving them and working through all the possible solutions until I find one that fits. The harder the puzzle, the more in love I fell. At times days or even years would pass until I witnessed that AHA moment of a puzzle. It was then that I felt most alive. Adrenaline would rush through my veins and a feeling of pride would overcome my otherwise humble self. I had solved something; something had made sense in this otherwise mad world. Once, I had even solved a part of one of the top ten unsolvable puzzles- Kryptos. However, I never earned recognition for that one, Kindle did.
Creating puzzles is my second passion. As a kid I would always attempt to make brain teasers, riddles or even math jumbles. Eventually I gave up. I seemed to have lacked a creative gene and even though I was able to solve puzzles, creating them was not in my blood. Then one day on the television I heard the magic words “Four people were shot today…no witnesses…if you have any details please call….” AHA.

    I had found my legacy, my own brand of puzzles. Puzzles that would gather people, garner emotion and would be everlasting; puzzles, which would outlive me and have lost souls constantly searching for answers. I had found the perfect puzzle.

    The basement window was open. Just like it had been the past four nights I had scouted the place. I kneeled down and hobbled over towards the basement windows. I could here the annoying sounds of some popular television show rumbling on the inside. I waited for the noise to be loud enough and I slid into the basement making a loud thump as I landed. No one noticed. I tried not to make a sound as the dog went on a barking rampage. He knew someone other than his owner had infiltrated his domain. Emma went towards the dog to try and calm him down. Patting him on the head and re-assuring him that everything was fine. Indeed, everything was fine. My eyes took a while before they accustomed to the darkness of the basement. Soon enough I could see crystal clear with only the moon as my light. There was a lot of useless stuff in the basement, boxes full of pornography. old Wheaties cereal boxes with famous athletes on them, and a cradle that Kindle had made for the baby his wife had lost. All of it was useless now. One foot over the other I made my way towards the stairs, preventing anything from falling along the way. When I reached the stairs I noticed a newspaper clipping that had been pinned to the wall. It read: Barry Kindle solves Kryptos. That however, wasn’t the part that captured my interest. It was the side-story on the bottom right- in eight inch font-that captured my interest. Body of suspected murderer found in river. That was Adam.

Crimes of passion are the junk of our profession. They are always sloppy and never covered up well enough. There is no purpose in them, other than to get back at a spouse whom cheated on you. There is no thrill in them and worst of all, there is always remorse. Adam Keaton was a man suspected of killing his fiancé. He had killed her because he caught her sleeping with another man. As the evidenced was gathered, Adam was released on bail. It was then, that he became my puzzle. A puzzle no one has ever solved.
There are certain rules for creating puzzles. One of which is to make the puzzle solvable, but not easy. I left evidence, heck, I even planted some afterward. However, overworked and underpaid detectives don’t care much about someone who was going to rot in jail anyways. The trick to not getting caught is to not get cocky. Change your tactics. There is always someone looking for the serial who killer who kidnapped, raped and threw five blonde teenage girls in the river. However, no one ever uses all their resources to capture the guy who killed: a suspected murderer, a nun, a child, a homeless man, a bank manager. Each one killed in a different location, and all in different execution methods. The reason being, because they don’t suspect the same guy did it.

title: The Puzzler Part 1

question: What does Barry Kindle call the narrator?

answer: A psychopath.

text: “You can never be too careful…” he said as he pulled the chain that wrapped around my waist, leaving me breathless “…especially with a psychopath like you.”

answer: The narrator has become known as a serial killer.

text: Kindle calls the narrator a psychopath.

answer: According to the passage, Barry Kindle refers to the narrator as a "psychopath."

text: “You can never be too careful…” he said as he pulled the chain that wrapped around my waist, leaving me breathless “…especially with a psychopath like you.”

question: What is the name of Barry Kindle's wife?

text: The question isn't answered. Kindle's wife is named Emma.

text: The question isn't answered. Kindle's wife is named Emma.

answer: Emma.

text: "... he repeated the name of his lovely wife, Emma."

question: What destination was the narrator searching for the night of Emma's death?

answer: The destination was killing Emma.

text: "Killing Emma" is not a destination. He was searching Barry and Emma Kindle's home.

answer: The narrator was seeking justice for Adam, who had killed his fiance after catching her in bed with another man.

text: The narrator despises Adam for committing murder out of emotion. He has no reason to seek justice for him. He's going to the Kindle household to murder Emma, and he's seeking its address.

refinement: He was searching the Kindle household to murder Emma.

answer: 438 Wintercrest Drive.

text: The answer should mention that the address is Emma and Barry Kindle's house.

refinement: 438 Wintercrest Drive, Emma and Barry's house.

text: "There I was driving back and forth trying to find 438 Wintercrest Drive."

question: What does the narrator call the junk of the police profession?

text: There's no answer. The narrator calls crimes of passion the junk of the murderer "profession."

refinement: The narrator calls crimes of passion the junk of the profession.

text: The answer should clarify that the "junk of the profession" applies to criminals, not to cops.

refinement: The narrator calls crimes of passion the junk of the murderer profession, not the police.

text: There's no answer. The narrator calls crimes of passion the junk of the murderer "profession."

refinement: The narrator calls crimes of passion the junk of the profession.

text: The answer should clarify that the "junk of the profession" applies to criminals, not to cops.

refinement: The narrator calls crimes of passion the junk of the murderer profession, not the police.

answer: Crimes of passion.

text: The answer should clarify that the "junk of the profession" applies to criminals, not to cops.

refinement: The narrator doesn't comment on the police profession. He calls crimes of passion the junk of murdering profession.

text: "Crimes of passion are the junk of our profession."

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator solves puzzles, which embodies the psychopathic qualities he gets called as and has no remorse for. He also loves to create more puzzles. He is, in this case, the one who sent the packages, which had four people killed in different warehouses. He sends packages because he wants to be caught. He's on his way to a fourth victim.

text: The narrator didn't send any packages, as the discussion about them is told in the abstract. He instead sent false leads to Barry Kindle to make sure he wouldn't be at home.

refinement: The narrator solves puzzles, which embodies the psychopathic qualities he gets called as and has no remorse for. He also loves to create more puzzles. He sends false leads to Barry Kindle to make sure he wouldn't be at home. He sends packages because he wants to be caught. He's on his way to a fourth victim.

text: The narrator doesn't approve of the notion that serial killers want to get caught. He loves what he does. That part should just be removed as it's not too relevant to the overall plot.

refinement: The narrator solves puzzles, which embodies the psychopathic qualities he gets called as and has no remorse for. He also loves to create more puzzles. He sends false leads to Barry Kindle to make sure he wouldn't be at home. He's on his way to a fourth victim.

text: The narrator goes to Barry and Emma Kindle's household to murder Emma.

refinement: The narrator solves puzzles, which embodies the psychopathic qualities he gets called as and has no remorse for. He also loves to create more puzzles. He sends false leads to Barry Kindle to make sure he wouldn't be at home. He goes to Barry and Emma's home to murder her.

text: It should be noted that Barry eventually catches the narrator to put him in jail.

refinement: The narrator solves puzzles, which embodies the psychopathic qualities he gets called as and has no remorse for. He also loves to create more puzzles. He sends false leads to Barry Kindle to make sure he wouldn't be at home. He goes to Barry and Emma's home to murder her. Afterward, Barry manages to catch the narrator and put him in jail eventually.

text: The first sentence of the answer is phrased awkwardly.

refinement: The narrator likes to solve puzzles that embody his psychopathic qualities, for which has no remorse. He also loves to create more puzzles. He sends false leads to Barry Kindle to make sure he wouldn't be at home. He goes to Barry and Emma's home to murder her. Afterward, Barry eventually manages to catch the narrator and put him in jail.

text: The answer should clarify that the narrator likes creating murderous puzzles.

refinement: The narrator likes to solve puzzles that embody his psychopathic qualities, for which has no remorse. He also loves to create murderous puzzles. He sends false leads to Barry Kindle to make sure he wouldn't be at home. He goes to Barry and Emma's home to murder her. Afterward, Barry eventually manages to catch the narrator and put him in jail.

text: Psychopath: ' “You can never be too careful…” he said as he pulled the chain that wrapped around my waist, leaving me breathless “…especially with a psychopath like you.” '

text: Creating puzzles: "I had found my legacy, my own brand of puzzles."

answer: Jason is a notorious serial killer. He tells the psychopath name check officer, Barry Kindle, that he doesn't bite when he links him and shackles him to follow him. Jason relishes in being identified with Zodiac-like character in the violent murder of people related to what seems to be a dozen unrelated incidents. He's a creative killer who collects markers related to his victims, gathering contigencies to ensure they have his identity to track down. Jason picks his next target in Barry Kindle, a former cop, who has likely killed in the line of duty. He's not a known killer, and his next crime will take him into a vast new world hunting as a maniacal, evil bug, he says.

text: Barry kindle is a cop, not a psychopath name check officer.

refinement: Jason is a notorious serial killer. He tells officer Barry Kindle that he doesn't bite when he links him and shackles him to follow him. Jason relishes in being identified with Zodiac-like character in the violent murder of people related to what seems to be a dozen unrelated incidents. He's a creative killer who collects markers related to his victims, gathering contigencies to ensure they have his identity to track down. Jason picks his next target in Barry Kindle, a former cop, who has likely killed in the line of duty. He's not a known killer, and his next crime will take him into a vast new world hunting as a maniacal, evil bug, he says.

text: Barry shackles Jason in the bus that will take him to jail.

refinement: Jason is a notorious serial killer. He tells officer Barry Kindle that he doesn't bite when he links him and shackles him to the bus that will take him to jail. Jason relishes in being identified with Zodiac-like character in the violent murder of people related to what seems to be a dozen unrelated incidents. He's a creative killer who collects markers related to his victims, gathering contigencies to ensure they have his identity to track down. Jason picks his next target in Barry Kindle, a former cop, who has likely killed in the line of duty. He's not a known killer, and his next crime will take him into a vast new world hunting as a maniacal, evil bug, he says.

text: What Jason relishes are the murders he commits and the puzzles he creates around them.

refinement: Jason is a notorious serial killer. He tells officer Barry Kindle that he doesn't bite when he links him and shackles him to the bus that will take him to jail. Jason relishes the murders he commits and the puzzles he creates around them. He's a creative killer who collects markers related to his victims, gathering contigencies to ensure they have his identity to track down. Jason picks his next target in Barry Kindle, a former cop, who has likely killed in the line of duty. He's not a known killer, and his next crime will take him into a vast new world hunting as a maniacal, evil bug, he says.

text: Jason crafts his puzzles to be both easy enough to follow and hard enough to not get him caught.

refinement: Jason is a notorious serial killer. He tells officer Barry Kindle that he doesn't bite when he links him and shackles him to the bus that will take him to jail. Jason relishes the murders he commits and the puzzles he creates around them. He's a creative killer who tries to both make his puzzles easy enough to follow and make sure the cops can't find his identity to track down. Jason picks his next target in Barry Kindle, a former cop, who has likely killed in the line of duty. He's not a known killer, and his next crime will take him into a vast new world hunting as a maniacal, evil bug, he says.

text: Jason's previous target was Barry's wife Emma, not Barry himself. There's also nothing about Barry having killed before or being a former cop. Barry is still working as one.

refinement: Jason is a notorious serial killer. He tells officer Barry Kindle that he doesn't bite when he links him and shackles him to the bus that will take him to jail. Jason relishes the murders he commits and the puzzles he creates around them. He's a creative killer who tries to both make his puzzles easy enough to follow and make sure the cops can't find his identity to track down. Jason's previous target was Barry Kindle's wife Emma. He's not a known killer, and his next crime will take him into a vast new world hunting as a maniacal, evil bug, he says.

text: The last sentence is made up and nonsensical. It should be removed.

refinement: Jason is a notorious serial killer. He tells officer Barry Kindle that he doesn't bite when he links him and shackles him to the bus that will take him to jail. Jason relishes the murders he commits and the puzzles he creates around them. He's a creative killer who tries to both make his puzzles easy enough to follow and make sure the cops can't find his identity to track down. Jason's previous target was Barry Kindle's wife Emma.

text: The second sentence should use "Barry" instead of "him" where appropriate to clarify who's being talked about.

refinement: Jason is a notorious serial killer. He tells officer Barry Kindle that he doesn't bite when Barry links him and shackles him to the bus that will take him to jail. Jason relishes the murders he commits and the puzzles he creates around them. He's a creative killer who tries to both make his puzzles easy enough to follow and make sure the cops can't find his identity to track down. Jason's previous target was Barry Kindle's wife Emma.

text: Jason thinks about several murders he committed.

answer: The narrator is on trial, being walked by police officers in chains. He makes a crack about one of the officer's wives, whom he might have killed. The officer beats him. We flashback to the day of the murder. We learn the narrator himself is a police officer.

text: The narrator isn't on trial. He's on his way to jail, as evidenced by Jason thinking, "It was disappointing to know that my last sight of the outside world would come from a spot-ridden plexi-glass window."

refinement: The narrator is on his way to jail, being walked by police officers in chains. He makes a crack about one of the officer's wives, whom he might have killed. The officer beats him. We flashback to the day of the murder. We learn the narrator himself is a police officer.

text: There's no doubt about Jason's murder of Barry's wife Emma.

refinement: The narrator is on his way to jail, being walked by police officers in chains. He makes a crack about one of the officer's wives, whom he killed. The officer beats him. We flashback to the day of the murder. We learn the narrator himself is a police officer.

text: The narrator himself isn't a police officer.

refinement: The narrator is on his way to jail, being walked by police officers in chains. He makes a crack about one of the officer's wives, whom he killed. The officer beats him. We flashback to the day of the murder.

text: The fact that Jason's murder was premediated with him sending false leads to lure Barry away from home is salient. It should be mentioned.

refinement: The narrator is on his way to jail, being walked by police officers in chains. He makes a crack about one of the officer's wives, whom he killed. The officer beats him. We flashback to the day of the murder. We learn that Jason sent false leads to lure Barry away from home before murdering his wife.

text: Chains: "Three guards held onto the chains that shackled me."

text: Talking about an officer's wife and the subsequent beating: '“I’ll make sure to tell your wife how caring you are..,” before I could finish Kindle’s fist caressed my face.'

answer: Jason is a loose end that Kindle has created. Jason is a killer and a puzzler, he finds people mentally troubled out in the world such as lonely widowers and introduces puzzles into their lives. While introducing mental disaster into their lives, Jason ensures that the people get credit for their actions, never knowing the truth. Jason is burned by his last puzzle set when Emma's dog barks at the new man in her house and she goes to calm him. Jason got captured and put onto the bus to be settled in prison.

text: Almost all of the summary is made up. It should be re-written entirely.

refinement: Barry cuffs Jason to the bus that will take him to jail while taunting Barry about his wife whom Jason killed. He gets a beating for it before Barry's coworkers take him off. Jason reminisces about the night he killed Emma, having sent false leads to Barry to lure him away from home. He remembers seeing a newspaper clipping about a murder of passion Barry solved at their house, thinking crimes of passion are the junk of his profession. He likes creating murderous puzzles that are easy enough to follow but hard enough to make sure he can get away.

answer: A convicted criminal tells the story of the last crime he committed before being caught and put into prison. He reminisces on the crime he committed and how much it resembles a developmental puzzle by planning out all the possible places hidden evidence could be found. He also believes that the reason detectives aren't able to catch the criminal (known as in later text as Zodiac) is because he spreads out his murders to be committed at specific times of years in order to throw off any suspicion that leads to their identities.

text: We don't know if Emma's murder was the last crime Jason committed before getting caught. Almost all of the answer is wrong and should be re-written.

refinement: Barry cuffs Jason to the bus that will take him to jail while taunting Barry about his wife whom Jason killed. He gets a beating for it before Barry's coworkers take him off. Jason reminisces about the night he killed Emma, having sent false leads to Barry to lure him away from home. He remembers seeing a newspaper clipping about a murder of passion Barry solved at their house, thinking crimes of passion are the junk of his profession. He likes creating murderous puzzles that are easy enough to follow but hard enough to make sure he can get away.

answer: Jason is chained and strapped at the waist and ankles and escorted onto a bus with mirrored flooring and serial numbers scrawled in sharpie across the top. Jason's friend, Barry Kindle, attacks him as the guards cannot stop berating Jason. Jason fells horrible for sowing conflict between two loving people. The attack said Barry, was an act of retribution, and had no one.  Jason enters the basement and sees a newspaper clipping of Kathy's discovery of Adam's body in a river.

text: Almost all of the answer is made up. It should be re-written.

refinement: Barry cuffs Jason to the bus that will take him to jail while taunting Barry about his wife whom Jason killed. He gets a beating for it before Barry's coworkers take him off. Jason reminisces about the night he killed Emma, having sent false leads to Barry to lure him away from home. He remembers seeing a newspaper clipping about a murder of passion Barry solved at their house, thinking crimes of passion are the junk of his profession. He likes creating murderous puzzles that are easy enough to follow but hard enough to make sure he can get away.


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[Caroline Matilda Dodson, “A Woman of the Century”] CAROLINE MATILDA DODSON (December 17, 1845 – January 9, 1898) was an American physician.

Early life and education

Caroline Matilda Dodson was born near Keosauqua, Iowa, December 17, 1845. Her father, Stiles Richard Dodson, was the son of Richard Dodson and Hannah Watson, being a descendant of Thomas and Mary Dodson, of whom the doctor's mother was also a descendant. Her mother, Mrs. Caroline Matilda (née Harrison) Dodson, was the daughter of Stephen Harrison, and Mary Dodson. Miss Dodson's father and mother were natives of Huntingdon Valley, Pennsylvania and married in 1836. Her mother was Mrs. C. Matilda Dodson About six weeks after marriage, they left Pennsylvania for the West and settled in Van Buren County, Iowa. Stiles R. Dodson died in 1847, leaving his widow with four daughters, the youngest less than two years of age. Her sisters were named Melvina (d. 1862), Mary, and Susan. That winter, the mother taught school in her own house. In the spring of 1848, she returned with her family to her father's house in Pennsylvania. Caroline was baptized in November, 1857, and thereafter, she was a member of the Baptist church.

Study at home under private teachers and at the district school supplemented the early lessons from the mother. At about twelve, she was sent to an academy and normal institute. She began to teach in the winter of 1861. Returning at intervals to school, she followed the profession of teaching until the fall of 1871 when she matriculated at the Woman's Medical College of Pennsylvania, and entered upon the three-year course just inaugurated. Dr. Ann Preston was then Dean. The summer of 1872, she spent in the Nurses' Training School of the Woman's Hospital of Philadelphia. The course required was completed and Dodson received a certificate of the Training School for Nurses. The summer of 1873, she spent in the same hospital as student in the wards and out practice. She received her diploma in March, 1874, and went to Ypsilanti, Michigan, for further study with Dr. Ruth A. Gerry, one of the first women to practice medicine.

Career

After a year spent in hospital and private practice with Gerry, Dodson went to Rochester, New York, and there, in connection with a practice, opened a drug store. In 1877, her mother having gone West again, Dodson started for Iowa, going by the Hudson and Great Lakes. She lost a car load of valuables in the riot at Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

After her trip West, she returned to Philadelphia and worked at whatever appeared to be profitable. For a time, she depended upon per week to meet the living expenses of three in her family, but offers came, and among them, unsolicited, one from the Philadelphia Society for Organizing Charity to act as superintendent of one of its districts. Dodson accepted the position, and for eight years, filled it in connection with her private practice of medicine.

National Woman's Health Association of America

As a teacher, she wrote and spoke boldly for better methods of education, and advocated broadening the opportunities for study. She saw that a general movement might help to educate the masses and to spread a knowledge of self-care. To this end, after much deliberation, a call was issued for a public meeting to be held in Association Hall, Philadelphia, July 23, 1890, and an organization was effected under the name of the National Woman's Health Association of America. The association was chartered November 1, 1890. and Dodson was elected first president. The plan of the association was broad and provided for extensive work. Its objective was to bring the medical profession into closer relation with the general public by the discussion of health topics.

Personal life

Dodson read widely on subjects concerning the movements of women, speaking and writing in their interest. In 1888, at the 19th annual convention of the Pennsylvania Woman's Suffrage Association, Dodson's missionary work was noted in laudatory terms.[1]

Dodson founded the Baptist Sisterhood in Philadelphia.[2] She died at her home in Philadelphia, January 9, 1898, of sarcoma.[3]

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title: Caroline Matilda Dodson

question:
Answer the following question based on the above passage:

Summarize Caroline's life during the 1910s.

answer: No answer

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question:
Answer the following question based on the above passage:

Summarize everything relating to Caroline's mother.

answer: Stiles R. Dodson was the son of Richard Dodson and Hannah Watson. He married Caroline Matilda Harrison in 1836. Her mother was Mrs. Caroline Matilda (née Harrison) Dodson, the daughter of Stephen Harrison and Mary Dodson. Her mother taught school in her own house after Stiles R. Dodson died in 1847 while they were still in Iowa. They returned to her father's house in Pennsylvania.

answer: Caroline's mother was the daughter of Stephen Harrison and Mary Dodson. She married Stiles Richard Dodson when she was about 20 and died in 1877. Her mother taught school in her own house when her husband died.

answer: Caroline's mother was the daughter of Stephen Harrison and Mary Dodson. She married Stiles Richard Dodson when she was about 20 and died in 1877.

question:
Answer the following question based on the above passage:

Summarize the various places Caroline lived.

answer: Caroline was born in Van Buren County, Iowa. Her family then moved to her father's house in Pennsylvania. She later moved to Rochester, New York, and then to Philadelphia. She lived in Philadelphia for eight years.

text: The birthplace of Caroline M. Dodson is wrong in the answer.

refinement: Caroline was born near Keosauqua, Iowa. Her family then moved to her father's house in Pennsylvania. She later moved to Rochester, New York, and then to Philadelphia. She lived in Philadelphia for eight years.

text: Caroline's family moved after marriage, away from Pennsylvania. She returned to her father's house there after her husband's death.

refinement: Caroline was born near Keosauqua, Iowa. Her family had moved away from Pennsylvania after marriage, and Caroline returned to her father's house there after her husband died. She later moved to Rochester, New York, and then to Philadelphia. She lived in Philadelphia for eight years.

text: Caroline was a superintendent in Philadelphia for eight years. Presumably, she lived there for longer since she died there.

refinement: Caroline was born near Keosauqua, Iowa. Her family had moved away from Pennsylvania after marriage, and Caroline returned to her father's house there after her husband died. She later moved to Rochester, New York, and then to Philadelphia. She lived in Philadelphia until her death.

text: The answer omits Caroline's time in Ypsilanti, Michigan.

refinement: Caroline was born near Keosauqua, Iowa. Her family had moved away from Pennsylvania after marriage, and Caroline returned to her father's house there after her husband died. She spent a year in Ypsilanti, Michigan, studying with Dr. Ruth A. Gerry. She later moved to Rochester, New York, and then to Philadelphia. She lived in Philadelphia until her death.

answer: Caroline was born in Van Buren County, Iowa. Her family then moved to her father's house in Pennsylvania. She later moved to Rochester, New York, and then to Philadelphia.


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THRILLOPOLIS was a planned amusement park that was to have been built by Themeparks LLC in the early 2000s. The park was planned to be built in Nashville, Tennessee, near the Adelphia Coliseum. The project was announced in 2002, and was projected to open in 2005. The park was originally planned to be located at an 82-acre site near the Adelphia Coliseum on the banks of the Cumberland River, but after conflicts with the local government, Themeparks LLC planned to build the park in Wilson County. The project was scrapped around 2004-05.

History

Downtown Nashville proposal

In the early 2000s, Themeparks LLC, who were operating Magic Springs and Crystal Falls in Hot Springs, Arkansas, and had sold Kentucky Kingdom in Louisville, Kentucky to Premier Parks in 1997, were looking to expand. The company began working on plans for an amusement park that was to be built in Nashville, Tennessee, a city that had not had any major amusement parks since Opryland USA closed in December 1997.[1] On April 25, 2002, Ed Hart, the CEO of Themeparks LLC, pitched the concept for a Nashville-based theme park called Thrillopolis to Mayor Bill Purcell and the Nashville Chamber of Commerce. Thrillopolis was planned to be built on an 82-acre industrial site, owned by the Steiner Liff Iron and Metal Company, on the banks of the Cumberland River and next to the Adelphia Coliseum.[2] Construction was to begin in late 2002, and the park was going to open in 2005. During the proposal, Themeparks LLC estimated that the park's construction would cost $193 million, the company wanted $127 million in public financing which they would back with a $100 million letter of credit. Maria Partlow, vice president of marketing for Themeparks LLC, said, “We have to have a public-private partnership, that is the model for how these parks work now.”[3]

Several Nashville council members publicly showed opposition for the planned amusement park. Council member J.B. Loring said the proposal “simply doesn’t fit in with the progress of Nashville at all,” and he said that every council member he spoke to agreed with his opinion that the plan was “ridiculous.” Council member Ron Nollner said that the proposal was “Out of the question, In my book, that’s not doable." John Summers, another council member, said that Nashville “shouldn’t be the funding of first resort for a speculative business. If the business doesn’t work out, the city is at risk. Meanwhile, extending the lending capacity to amusement park developers means we have less lending capacity for our real needs, like schools.”[4] Mayor Purcell also showed opposition to the amusement park, saying "Everyone thinks that it would be nice for us to have a theme park, the question is, should we take $127 million in public resources and put it to that use?” Purcell mentioned that he didn't understand why Hart wanted public funding when he didn't seek a bank loan, saying “For returns that are certain, there is a great amount of capital in a market system like ours. For people with ideas to come to a city asking for funding, that usually means that private investors have concluded that it doesn’t meet their standard of risk.” Hart said that he needed credit from the city, because “financing an amusement park of this size privately would mean taking on too much debt.”[5]

Many people were also opposed to the park's proposed location, next to the Adelphia Coliseum and Downtown Nashville. Because of the area's proximity to Downtown Nashville, many were worried about the park's affect on the city's aesthetic, as it would become a noticeable part of Nashville's skyline.[6]

On June 17, 2002, Themeparks LLC announced that the 82-acre riverfront site in Nashville was no longer under consideration as a possible site for Thrillopolis. During the announcement, Hart said that “the company is looking at various other locations in Nashville-Davidson County, as well as in the greater Middle Tennessee region, as potential sites for a park,” Hart continued, saying “It has become apparent that there are divergent opinions about the best use of the Steiner Liff site that do not appear to be reconcilable any time in the near future," adding “Despite our confidence in the initial financing plan, we understand Metro’s concern about assuming credit risk. We look forward to continued discussions with Mayor Purcell to meet his criteria as well as our own.”[7]

Wilson County proposal

On September 18, 2002, The Wilson County Economic Development Board confirmed that Themeparks LLC was looking at several Wilson County sites. Many people in Wilson County were excited that Thrillopolis could be built in the area, one resident said “Maybe it'd save them from raising our taxes again. We'd get out-of-state money coming in.”[8] During preliminary discussions with Wilson County officials, Hart mentioned that a scaled-down version of the park would be built. Unlike the Nashville proposal, a water park would be built first, and then expand to add amusement rides.[9] On October 15, 2002, Themeparks LLC announced that they had signed an exclusivity agreement with Wilson County for the development of a theme park. Under the one-year covenant, the two moved forward with a feasibility study to project the potential economic benefits of a public-private partnership.[10] However, Themeparks LLC decided not to build an amusement park in Tennessee, and Thrillopolis was canceled around 2004-05.

During an interview in April 2014, Hart talked about Thrillopolis, he said “I was interested in opening up a theme park in Nashville, and Opryland had closed, and we tried to work that out with a number of city and state officials. We were at it for about two or three years, but it didn't work out, and some things don't, but it would have been interesting for Nashville to once again have had a nice regional theme park.”[11]

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title: Thrillopolis

question:
Answer the following question based on the above passage:

What does the text say about the best rides at Thrillopolis?

answer: No answer

answer: No answer

question:
Answer the following question based on the above passage:

What does the text say about the level of opposition against the proposed Thrillopolis amusement park?

answer: The proposed Thrillopolis amusement park was met with a lot of opposition. The park was to be built on the banks of the Cumberland River and next to the Adelphia Coliseum. Many council members were against the proposal saying that it simply doesn't fit in with the progress of Nashville at all. Many people were also opposed to the proposed location, next to the Adelphia Coliseum and Downtown Nashville.

text: This should mention the financial concerns as well.

refinement: The proposed Thrillopolis amusement park was met with a lot of opposition. The park was to be built on the banks of the Cumberland River and next to the Adelphia Coliseum. Many council members were against the proposal saying that it simply doesn't fit in with the progress of Nashville at all. Others were also opposed to the proposed location, next to the Adelphia Coliseum and Downtown Nashville. Still others had concerns about the fact that the park was proposing the use of over 100 million in public funding.

answer: The project was announced in 2002 and was projected to open in 2005. It was originally planned to be located at an 82-acre site near the Adelphia Coliseum on the banks of the Cumberland River, but after conflicts with the local government, Themeparks LLC planned to build the park in Wilson County.

answer: The project was announced in 2002 and was projected to open in 2005. It was originally planned to be located at an 82-acre site near the Adelphia Coliseum on the banks of the Cumberland River, but after conflicts with the local government, Themeparks LLC planned to build the park in Wilson County. The project was scrapped around 2004-05.

question:
Answer the following question based on the above passage:

What does the text say about Themeparks LLC's pitch for Thrillopolis?

answer: Themeparks LLC CEO Ed Hart pitched the concept for a Nashville-based theme park called Thrillopolis to Mayor Bill Purcell and the Nashville Chamber of Commerce. Thrillopolis was planned to be built on an 82-acre industrial site, owned by the Steiner Liff Iron and Metal Company, on the banks of the Cumberland River and next to the Adelphia Coliseum. Construction was to begin in late 2002, and the park was going to open in 2005. Themeparks LLC estimated that the park's construction would cost $193 million, the company wanted $127 million in public financing which they would back with a $100 million letter of credit.

answer: Themeparks LLC CEO Ed Hart pitched the concept for a Nashville-based theme park called Thrillopolis to Mayor Bill Purcell and the Nashville Chamber of Commerce. Thrillopolis was planned to be built on an 82-acre industrial site, owned by the Steiner Liff Iron and Metal Company, on the banks of the Cumberland River and next to the Adelphia Coliseum. Construction was to begin in late 2002, and the park was going to open in 2005. Themeparks LLC estimated that the park's construction would cost $193 million, the company wanted $127 million in public financing which they would back with a $100 million letter of credit. Hart said that he needed credit from the city because financing an amusement park of this size privately would mean taking on too much debt.


text:
The noise of breaking glass and ringing metal was a sharp contrast to the silence that had filled the apartment for the past month. Thomas watched in horror as the soccer ball smashed into the tennis trophies. His eyes filled with tears as he looked at the pile of broken pieces on the floor, and his voice was almost a whisper when he asked, "Why did you do that?"
"Because you never play with me!"
"I said later."
"You always say later! And then you just stare at your stupid trophies all day!"
Thomas looked at his son. Michael defiantly looked back.
"Go to your room.", he said.
Michael didn't move.
"Now.", Thomas added.
Michael kept his posture for another moment, then he drooped and started shuffling to the hall, closing the door behind himself. Thomas took a deep breath and his gaze rested on the door for a moment. Then he fetched some glue from the utility drawer and sat down next to the pile of broken trophies. Most of them weren't too badly damaged. Some bumps and scratches, two of them had snapped at the base. He picked up the trophy for the first place in the municipal championships. The two golden tennis player figurines that once stood proudly on top of it were now lying on the ground. The trophy for second place at the regional charity tournament got the worst of it. It was made of two engraved glass blocks, and it was shattered into a couple dozen pieces. Thomas sighed. He took the largest piece of the glass trophy and started looking for matching pieces.

Thomas didn't know how much time had passed, but he realized that the afternoon sun had all but disappeared behind the horizon when Michael opened the door to the living room.
"I'm hungry."
Thomas looked up from the trophy. He had managed to reassemble most of the pieces, but the cracks and seams were very visible on the smooth surface. He paused for a moment.
"Then make yourself some food."
"No you make some!", Michael said, helplessly waving his arms and stomping his feet. Thomas was still squatting in front of the trophy pile, his head at the same level as Michael's.
"You hurt me very much, Michael.", Thomas said. "Just make yourself a sandwich. I really don't feel like cooking for you right now."
"I hate you!", Michael exploded, and ran towards Thomas and shoved him with all the weight he could bring up with his eight year old body. Thomas lost his balance and rolled on his back. Michael picked up the almost repaired glass trophy.
"And I hate your stupid trophies!"
Thomas was horrified. "No!", he shouted, way too late.
Michael threw the trophy at the wall, where it shattered into a million pieces.
Thomas couldn't hold back his anger anymore. "Enough!" He grabbed Michael and put him over his shoulder.
He carried him to his room, while Michael kept struggling and kicking and throwing his little fists at Thomas' back. He put him down on his bed, stood up and looked down at him, pointing his finger.
"You stay here now! I don't want to see you again until I've cleaned up your mess! Understood?"
Michael looked at his feet and nodded weakly.

Thomas had to accept that there was no way he would reassemble the countless shards into which the trophy had shattered. He grabbed a scoop and a hand brush and started sweeping up the shards. When he was done, he repaired the other, less severely damaged trophies and placed them back onto the shelf. Only the municipal championships trophy was still incomplete. One of the two figurines was missing.

Thomas was sitting at the kitchen table and had just started to quarter and peel an apple when Michael carefully opened the door and entered.
"I'm sorry I broke your trophies.", he said. His eyes were red and wet from crying.
Thomas looked at Michael with his mouth open, as it finally made sense.
"They're not just my trophies, Michael.", he said. "Your mom and I won those together. That's why they are so important to me. They remind me of her."
Michael looked up at his father, new tears shooting into his eyes as he realized what he had done.
"I miss her.", he wept.
"I miss her too.", Thomas said.
Thomas got up and took the municipal championships cup from the shelf.
"This was the last tournament we played in.", he said. "Your mom was already two months pregnant with you when we won this."
"Why did you stop playing?", Michael asked.
"We didn't stop playing tennis.", Thomas replied. "We just stopped playing in tournaments. It just didn't seem important anymore."
Michael thought about that for a moment while Thomas finished peeling the apple. He handed a piece to Michael. They both took a bite and looked each other in the eyes. Michael hesitated for a moment, then he reached into his pocket and took out the missing figurine.
"I took it.", he said. "I'm sorry."
Thomas stared at the golden figurine.
"Then let's reattach it.", he said as he got up and fetched the glue. He carefully applied a little glue while Michael held the figurine. Then he gently led Michael's hand as he put the figurine back in place. They exchanged a deep look. Nobody said a word.
"Can we have Pasta now?", Michael said.
Thomas laughed, and realized that he was happy. He picked up his son and hugged him.
"Yeah", he said. "Pasta sounds just fine."

title: [RF] [UR] Broken

question:
Answer the following question based on the above passage:

Why is Thomas so upset when Michael throws the ball at his trophies?

answer: They are a reminder of his late wife, who he misses.

answer: Thomas is sad because they hold memories of his wife.

answer: He is not just angry that his son broke them. Thomas is sad because they hold memories of his wife.

question:
Answer the following question based on the above passage:

How did Michael's mother die?

answer: It is not stated.

answer: She died in childbirth.

question:
Answer the following question based on the above passage:

Why did Michael throw the ball at the trophies?

answer: Michael is angry at his father for not playing with him.

text: It is omitted that his father stares at trophies all day.

refinement: Michael is angry at his father for not playing with him but staring at trophies.

answer: Because Thomas never plays with him, and he was angry.

answer: Michael is angry at his father for being too busy with the trophies and not playing with him.


text:
She smiled. That beautifully radiant smile. A smile that could beat back the darkness of night and the bleakness of despair. It was a smile that many a man would readily die for. And it was for me.

Her fingers entwined themselves in mine, holding them firmly enough to let me know she was there. I resisted the urge to squeeze them any harder, for fear of breaking the spell. I was utterly bewitched and she knew it. I was powerless to resist.

*It’s not the fall that hurts. It’s the sudden stop that kills you.*

The strains of music drifted through the air. At least, I think it was music. At this point it didn’t really matter what it was. It was everything and nothing at the same time. It was the perfect soundtrack to a movie of our own making. We were the stars of a show, written and directed by suns beyond our sight.

She turned away, and dragged me through… a crowd? I don’t know. It mattered as much to me as a man’s debt does to an ant. I didn’t care. All that I yearned for was to be with her. In the here and now. Even if I knew that I didn’t deserve it. That I’d somehow used up all of my life’s luck in just one night.

*But what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger… Right?*

Why was I even here? Doubt creased my face with line upon line of impotent sadness. Words whizzed about, shouts and screams filled what anyone would readily perceive to be the air. But none of it reached me. I was an oasis of self-deprecation, unable to move beyond the pitiful cycle of self-immolation.

The music changed. I think. I tried to clamber back up from what was a dark pit of ridiculous, nonsensical anxiety. What good would it to do to me to take myself apart like this, piece by piece?

*I should just enjoy this. Even if it doesn’t last.*

She must’ve noticed something was wrong. She pulled me close, and held me tight. I was conflicted, a maelstrom of opposing emotions competing to plant themselves at the forefront of my consciousness. I closed my eyes, and drank in the moment. The stupidity of the doubts crystallised in my head, and began to melt away.

She pulled back, and looked straight through me. Her eyes sparked with the fires of life and passion. She was gorgeous beyond belief, her face contoured and sculpted by the gifted hand of the Maker himself. The exquisite lines of her being flowed from one feature to the next, never ceasing to amaze me as I watched her glide through my vision - a study in indescribable, breathtaking magnificence.

*Things aren’t beautiful because they last forever. They’re beautiful because they can’t.*

I finally returned the smile, a pale imitation of the loveliness that was before me. She let me go, satisfied that I had picked myself up. I finally heard the music and let it bounce around in my head. It moved me, us, bringing us up and down as wave upon wave of joy washed up on the shores of my soul.

I was happy. She was happy. And that was enough. I tried hard not to think of what would happen once the night bade farewell. Maybe it would all be over once the music ground to a halt, and any number of fat ladies stopped singing. Maybe this was all it was ever going to be. Just another moment in time, lost amongst the infinite nothingness of irrelevance.

*Hold on to that smile. You might never see it ever again.*

title: [MF] Finite

question:
Answer the following question based on the above passage:

Who are the major characters in the story?

answer: The narrator and the unnamed woman

text: "Her fingers entwined themselves in mine, holding them firmly enough to let me know she was there. I resisted the urge to squeeze them any harder, for fear of breaking the spell. I was utterly bewitched and she knew it. I was powerless to resist."

answer: The main character is the narrator, and the other character is the woman with whom he is infatuated.

text: "Her fingers entwined themselves in mine, holding them firmly enough to let me know she was there. I resisted the urge to squeeze them any harder, for fear of breaking the spell. I was utterly bewitched and she knew it. I was powerless to resist."

answer: The major characters in the story are the narrator and the beautiful woman.

text: "Her fingers entwined themselves in mine, holding them firmly enough to let me know she was there. I resisted the urge to squeeze them any harder, for fear of breaking the spell. I was utterly bewitched and she knew it. I was powerless to resist."

answer: The narrator and a woman

text: The answer would be better if it gave a little bit more information about the woman.

refinement: The narrator and a woman he is infatuated with.

text: "Her fingers entwined themselves in mine, holding them firmly enough to let me know she was there. I resisted the urge to squeeze them any harder, for fear of breaking the spell. I was utterly bewitched and she knew it. I was powerless to resist."

answer: It is not said specifically. The man is the main character, as well as the woman and a narrator.

text: The answer includes unnecessary comments.

refinement: The man is the main character, as well as the woman and a narrator.

text: The answer misstates the total number of characters since the man is the narrator.

text: "Her fingers entwined themselves in mine, holding them firmly enough to let me know she was there. I resisted the urge to squeeze them any harder, for fear of breaking the spell. I was utterly bewitched and she knew it. I was powerless to resist."

question:
Answer the following question based on the above passage:

Describe the relationship between the two characters.

answer: The two characters have a mutual attraction and connection with one another. The protagonist is taken under the spell of the radiant smile of his companion. The two share an emotional and vibrant connection that is unbreakable.

text: There's an attraction for sure. However, it's temporary, and the answer completely makes up the unbreakable part.

refinement: The protagonist is taken under the spell of the radiant smile of his companion.

text: "Her fingers entwined themselves in mine, holding them firmly enough to let me know she was there. I resisted the urge to squeeze them any harder, for fear of breaking the spell. I was utterly bewitched and she knew it. I was powerless to resist."

answer: It seems like they have a romantic encounter.

text: "Her fingers entwined themselves in mine, holding them firmly enough to let me know she was there. I resisted the urge to squeeze them any harder, for fear of breaking the spell. I was utterly bewitched and she knew it. I was powerless to resist."

answer: They seem to be having a brief romantic encounter. It doesn't seem like they've known each other for very long.

text: "I was happy. She was happy. And that was enough. I tried hard not to think of what would happen once the night bade farewell. Maybe it would all be over once the music ground to a halt, and any number of fat ladies stopped singing. Maybe this was all it was ever going to be. Just another moment in time, lost amongst the infinite nothingness of irrelevance."

answer: The two characters have a deeply passionate, loving, and intense relationship. They are capable of lifting each other up out of whatever darkness they might find themselves lost in, and each brings out the best and most beautiful in the other.

text: The answer completely misrepresents the tone of the narrator's encounter with the woman.

text: There's no answer.

refinement: They seem to be having a brief romantic encounter. It doesn't seem like they've known each other for very long.

answer: They are very close though whether they are romantically involved or just close friends is not clear.

text: The answer misrepresents the tone of the encounter and adds an uncertainty not present in the story.

text: There's no answer.

refinement: They seem to be having a brief romantic encounter. It doesn't seem like they've known each other for very long.

question:
Answer the following question based on the above passage:

What is the significance of the story's title?

answer: The title "Finite" refers to the temporary nature of a relationship between two people, underscoring its fragility.

text: "The temporary nature of a relationship" is too general. The story is just a single encounter, and the temporariness is only for it.

refinement: The title "Finite" refers to the temporary nature of the relationship between the narrator and the woman, underscoring its fragility.

text: The relationship isn't necessarily fragile. It's just ephemeral, which is stated already.

refinement: The title "Finite" refers to the temporary nature of the relationship between the narrator and the woman.

text: "Maybe this was all it was ever going to be. Just another moment in time, lost amongst the infinite nothingness of irrelevance."

answer: Finite is possibly describing the romantic encounter between these two characters--it is something brief that the narrator speculates will end once the night is over.

text: There's no need to say "possibly".

refinement: Finite is describing the romantic encounter between these two characters--it is something brief that the narrator speculates will end once the night is over.

text: Using ";" is better than "--" here.

refinement: Finite is describing the romantic encounter between these two characters; it is something brief that the narrator speculates will end once the night is over.

text: "Maybe this was all it was ever going to be. Just another moment in time, lost amongst the infinite nothingness of irrelevance."

answer: The story's title is the beginning line of the poem 'A smile that could beat back the darkness of night and the bleakness of despair'

text: The answer is completely made up.

text: There's no answer.

refinement: Finite is describing the romantic encounter between these two characters; it is something brief that the narrator speculates will end once the night is over.

answer: The significance of the story's title is that life is finite. The protagonist realizes that life is short and precious, and all the more reason to appreciate every moment possible.

text: The answer is tangentially relevant to the story, but it puts the emphasis on all the wrong parts while making up an alternative conclusion.

text: There's no answer.

refinement: Finite is describing the romantic encounter between these two characters; it is something brief that the narrator speculates will end once the night is over.

text: "Maybe this was all it was ever going to be. Just another moment in time, lost amongst the infinite nothingness of irrelevance."

answer: It's likely that the story is named as such because Finite is the title of the song playing.

text: The answer is made up.

text: There's no answer.

refinement: Finite is describing the romantic encounter between these two characters; it is something brief that the narrator speculates will end once the night is over.

question:
Answer the following question based on the above passage:

How did the two characters in the story meet?

answer: That information can't be found.

text: The answer can venture a guest.

refinement: Given the temporariness of the situation, they must've met at the club they seem to be in. However, nothing concrete is stated in the story.

answer: The two characters met at a party.

text: The answer can venture a guess, but it must note that it's doing that.

refinement: Given the temporariness of the situation, they must've met at the club they seem to be in. However, nothing concrete is stated in the story.

answer: It is implied that they were coworkers in some fashion.

text: The answer is made up.

text: There's no answer.

refinement: Given the temporariness of the situation, they must've met at the club they seem to be in. However, nothing concrete is stated in the story.

answer: The two characters most likely met at a party.

text: Given the temporariness of the situation, they must've met at the club or party they seem to be in.

answer: Information not found.

text: The answer can venture a guess.

refinement: Given the temporariness of the situation, they must've met at the club they seem to be in. However, nothing concrete is stated in the story.

question: Write a ~4 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator tells about the inspiration for a smile, which many others would gladly die for. The couple dances to music, knowing that their time could be finite. They allow the joy of the moment to move them and take them to intoxicating heights. As the night ends, the narrator ponders if it will all be lost in the future.

text: The narrator isn't talking about some inspiration. He's describing the smile.

refinement: The narrator thinks of the radiant smile of the woman he's with, which many others would gladly die for. The couple dances to music, knowing that their time could be finite. They allow the joy of the moment to move them and take them to intoxicating heights. As the night ends, the narrator ponders if it will all be lost in the future.

text: There's no dancing mentioned in the story.

refinement: The narrator thinks of the radiant smile of the woman he's with, which many others would gladly die for. They allow the joy of the moment to move them and take them to intoxicating heights. As the night ends, the narrator ponders if it will all be lost in the future.

text: They don't simply let loose. The narrator almost has an anxiety attack.

refinement: The narrator thinks of the radiant smile of the woman he's with, which many others would gladly die for. As the night ends, the narrator ponders if it will all be lost in the future.

text: The answer should talk about the girl leading him through the crowd and his anxiety spike.

refinement: The narrator thinks of the radiant smile of the woman he's with, which many others would gladly die for. He suddenly gets anxious with self-doubt as the girl leads him through the crowd, his hand in hers. As the night ends, the narrator ponders if it will all be lost in the future.

text: The answer should mention how the girl does away with the narrator's anxiety.

refinement: The narrator thinks of the radiant smile of the woman he's with, which many others would gladly die for. He suddenly gets anxious with self-doubt as the girl leads him through the crowd, his hand in hers. Noticing this, she kisses him, and the worries melt away. As the night ends, the narrator ponders if it will all be lost in the future.

answer: The narrator is enchanted with a woman, watching her smile, and she watches him too. They hold hands and the narrator feels like they are acting out a dance or film that reinforces the confusion between life and fiction. The narrator frets about his life and this woman shows him kindness. He then realizes he's happy with her and he felt she was happy as well.

text: The answer should mention the kiss to properly convey the scene.

refinement: The narrator is enchanted with a woman, watching her smile, and she watches him too. They hold hands and the narrator feels like they are acting out a dance or film that reinforces the confusion between life and fiction. The narrator frets about his life and this woman shows him kindness, holding him tight and kissing him. He then realizes he's happy with her and he felt she was happy as well.

text: Missing commas.

refinement: The narrator is enchanted with a woman, watching her smile, and she watches him too. They hold hands, and the narrator feels like they are acting out a dance or film that reinforces the confusion between life and fiction. The narrator frets about his life, and this woman shows him kindness, holding him tight and kissing him. He then realizes he's happy with her, and he felt she was happy as well.

text: Smile: "She smiled. That beautifully radiant smile. A smile that could beat back the darkness of night and the bleakness of despair. It was a smile that many a man would readily die for. And it was for me."

text: As if fiction: "It was the perfect soundtrack to a movie of our own making. We were the stars of a show, written and directed by suns beyond our sight."

text: Fretting: "I tried to clamber back up from what was a dark pit of ridiculous, nonsensical anxiety. What good would it to do to me to take myself apart like this, piece by piece?"

text: Kindness: "She must’ve noticed something was wrong. She pulled me close, and held me tight."

text: Happy: "I was happy. She was happy. And that was enough."

answer: The protagonist is overcome with doubt. Even though the beautiful woman by his side makes him happy, he worries that this happiness doesn't last. But eventually he succumbs to the music and their shared moment of joy. He will hold onto this moment in time for as long as he can, because he knows it might not last for much longer.

text: The answer gets almost all of the details wrong. His worries are about self-worth. He doesn't overcome it by himself, but with the help of the woman. He's not holding on because the moment won't be forever.

text: There's no answer.

refinement: The narrator is enchanted with a woman, watching her smile, and she watches him too. They hold hands, and the narrator feels like they are acting out a dance or film that reinforces the confusion between life and fiction. The narrator frets about his life, and this woman shows him kindness, holding him tight and kissing him. He then realizes he's happy with her, and he felt she was happy as well.

answer: The protagonist is entranced by the radiant smile of a woman he loves. Despite his doubts, he lets himself be swept away by the moment and revels in the happiness he finds with her. He knows that this might not last, but holds on to the joy nonetheless.

text: He doesn't overcome his doubts by himself. The woman helps him.

refinement: The protagonist is entranced by the radiant smile of a woman he loves. He almost gets lost in his anxiety when she holds him tight and kisses him. He knows that this might not last, but holds on to the joy nonetheless.

text: The answer can use another sentence. It can mention mutual happiness.

refinement: The protagonist is entranced by the radiant smile of a woman he loves. He almost gets lost in his anxiety when she holds him tight and kisses him. He realizes he's happy, and she's happy. He knows that this might not last, but holds on to the joy nonetheless.

text: Smile: "She smiled. That beautifully radiant smile. A smile that could beat back the darkness of night and the bleakness of despair. It was a smile that many a man would readily die for. And it was for me."

text: Happy, finite: "I was happy. She was happy. And that was enough. I tried hard not to think of what would happen once the night bade farewell. Maybe it would all be over once the music ground to a halt, and any number of fat ladies stopped singing. Maybe this was all it was ever going to be. Just another moment in time, lost amongst the infinite nothingness of irrelevance."

answer: The narrator enjoys a romantic encounter with a woman that they've met. There's music drifting through the air, and they are among a crowd. The woman pulls him close and holds him tight. The narrator tries not to think about the fact that their encounter might end when the night is over and they might never see each other again after that.

text: The answer should mention the reason why the woman holds the narrator.

refinement: The narrator enjoys a romantic encounter with a woman that they've met. There's music drifting through the air, and they are among a crowd. He gets swept by anxiety for a bit, but the woman pulls him close and holds him tight. The narrator tries not to think about the fact that their encounter might end when the night is over and they might never see each other again after that.

text: The answer should mention their happiness.

refinement: The narrator enjoys a romantic encounter with a woman that they've met. There's music drifting through the air, and they are among a crowd. He gets swept by anxiety for a bit, but the woman pulls him close and holds him tight. The narrator tries not to think about the fact that their encounter might end when the night is over after realizing they are both happy.

text: Enjoying the encounter: "Her fingers entwined themselves in mine, holding them firmly enough to let me know she was there. I resisted the urge to squeeze them any harder, for fear of breaking the spell. I was utterly bewitched and she knew it. I was powerless to resist."

text: Music: "The strains of music drifted through the air."

text: Crowd: "She turned away, and dragged me through… a crowd? I don’t know."

text: Holds him: "She pulled me close, and held me tight."

text: Trying not to think: "I tried hard not to think of what would happen once the night bade farewell. Maybe it would all be over once the music ground to a halt, and any number of fat ladies stopped singing. Maybe this was all it was ever going to be. Just another moment in time, lost amongst the infinite nothingness of irrelevance."


text:
August 10, 2018
[Slovenia's Luka Doncic reacts during their Eurobasket European Basketball Championship semifinal match against Spain in Istanbul, Thursday, Sept. 14. 2017. (AP Photo/Lefteris Pitarakis)]

Lefteris Pitarakis/Associated Press

Dino Radoncic, who is on loan from Real Madrid to San Pablo Burgos, defended former teammate Luka Doncic on Thursday after Denver Nuggets first-round pick Michael Porter Jr. apparently liked an Instagram comment calling the Slovenian guard "overrated."

Doncic, it seems, appreciated that support:

  Phils Burner Account @PhillyB603

  @World_Wide_Wob Michael Porter Jr. liked an Insta comment saying Doncic is overrated and then Doncic liked this tweet 👀👀👀 https://t.co/uZVU7ZtlKZ

As Radoncic noted, Doncic isn't exactly short on accolades.

The Dallas Mavericks lottery pick took home EuroLeague MVP honors last season, and he helped lead Real Madrid to a EuroLeague title while earning Final Four MVP honors and a spot on the All-EuroLeague first team.

During his final season abroad, Doncic averaged 14.5 points, 5.2 rebounds, 4.6 assists and 1.1 steals per game across 61 combined Liga ACB and EuroLeague appearances.

Porter, meanwhile, plummeted to 14th overall in June's draft because of back issues that limited him to three games as a freshman at Missouri.

Porter recently underwent lumbar spine surgery, but it's unclear when he'll be able to make his NBA debut as he continues to work his way back to 100 percent.

question: Where did the semifinal match take place?

answer: The semifinal match took place in Istanbul, Turkey.

answer: Istanbul

answer:
A. Istanbul
B. Madrid
C. Denver
D. Istanbul

text: Unnecessary multiple choice, the match took place in Istanbul.

text: "Slovenia's Luka Doncic reacts during their Eurobasket European Basketball Championship semifinal match against Spain in Istanbul"

answer: In Istanbul.

question: Who were the two teams?

answer: Slovenia and Spain

answer: Real Madrid and Dallas Mavericks

text: Real Madrid and Dallas Mavericks are not the teams playing in the semifinal.

refinement: Luka Doncic might play for the Dallas Mavericks, and the Spanish team might be playing in the Eruobasket European Basketball Championship, but the two teams are not the Dallas Mavericks or Real Madrid.

text: There is mention of the Dallas Mavericks and Real Madrid in the article, but they are not the two teams playing in the Eurobasket Semifinal.

refinement: The two teams in the Eurobasket European Basketball Championship semifinal are Slovenia and Spain.

answer: The two teams mentioned in the passage are Real Madrid and Missouri.

text: While this information is included in the article, according to the context, the two teams referred to in the question are Slovenia and Spain.

refinement: The two teams mentioned in the passage are Slovenia and Spain.

text: "The Dallas Mavericks lottery pick took home EuroLeague MVP honors last season, and he helped lead Real Madrid to a EuroLeague title while earning Final Four MVP honors and a spot on the All-EuroLeague first team."

answer: Real Madrid and Dallas Mavericks

text: While the Dallas Mavericks and Real Madrid basketball teams are mentioned in the article, the context of the question clearly indicates the teams that are playing in the Eurobasket semifinal.

text: "The Dallas Mavericks lottery pick took home EuroLeague MVP honors last season, and he helped lead Real Madrid to a EuroLeague title while earning Final Four MVP honors and a spot on the All-EuroLeague first team."

question: What are they playing?

answer: Basketball

text: Slovenia's Luka Doncic reacts during their Eurobasket European Basketball Championship semifinal match against Spain in Istanbul, Thursday, Sept. 14. 2017."

answer: Basketball.

text: "Slovenia's Luka Doncic reacts during their Eurobasket European Basketball Championship semifinal match against Spain in Istanbul, Thursday, Sept. 14. 2017."

answer: The passage mentions EuroBasket, which is a European basketball championship.

text: "Slovenia's Luka Doncic reacts during their Eurobasket European Basketball Championship semifinal match against Spain in Istanbul, Thursday, Sept. 14. 2017."

answer: Basketball

text: "Slovenia's Luka Doncic reacts during their Eurobasket European Basketball Championship semifinal match against Spain in Istanbul, Thursday, Sept. 14. 2017."

question: What kind of surgery did Porter undergo recently?

answer: Lumbar spine surgery

text: "Porter recently underwent lumbar spine surgery, but it's unclear when he'll be able to make his NBA debut as he continues to work his way back to 100 percent."

answer: Lumbar spine surgery.

text: "Porter recently underwent lumbar spine surgery, but it's unclear when he'll be able to make his NBA debut as he continues to work his way back to 100 percent."

answer: According to the passage, Porter recently underwent lumbar spine surgery. This likely means that he underwent surgery on his lower back.

text: Lumbar spine surgery does not mean that it is likely he underwent surgery on his lower back, it is certain that he underwent surgery on his lower back.

refinement: According to the passage, Porter recently underwent lumbar spine surgery.

text: "Porter recently underwent lumbar spine surgery, but it's unclear when he'll be able to make his NBA debut as he continues to work his way back to 100 percent."

answer: Lumbar spine surgery.

text: "Porter recently underwent lumbar spine surgery, but it's unclear when he'll be able to make his NBA debut as he continues to work his way back to 100 percent."

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: NBA basketball player Dino Radoncic defended former teammate Luka Doncic after Denver Nuggets first-round pick Michael Porter Jr. apparently liked an Instagram comment calling the Slovenian guard "overrated."

answer: Luka Doncic, who is on loan from Real Madrid to San Pablo Burgos, defended former teammate Michael Porter Jr. after the Denver Nuggets first-round pick apparently liked an Instagram comment calling the Slovenian guard "overrated."

text: The answer has Luka Doncic, Dino Radoncic, and Michael Porter Jr mixed up with one another.

refinement: Dino Radoncic, who is on loan from Real Madrid to San Pablo Burgos, defended former teammate Luka Doncic after the Denver Nuggets first-round pick Michael Porter Jr. apparently liked an Instagram comment calling the Slovenian guard "overrated."

answer: Luka Doncic, who was named EuroLeague MVP last season, received support from former teammate Dino Radoncic after Michael Porter Jr. apparently called him "overrated." Doncic is considered one of the top young prospects in the NBA, while Porter Jr. is still recovering from back surgery and has yet to play in the NBA.

answer: The article is about Luka Doncic, a Slovenian basketball player, and Michael Porter Jr., a basketball player who was drafted by the Denver Nuggets.

text: Luka Doncic does play for Slovenia, and Michael Porter Jr was drafted by the Denver Nuggets, but the article is more about the details surrounding the EuroBasket tournament and Doncic's teammate coming to his defense over an instagram comment.

refinement: The article is about Luka Doncic, a Slovenian basketball player who Denver Nuggets' Michael Porter Jr called "overrated" on an Instagram comment, ultimately leading in Doncic's teammate Dino Radoncic to come to his defense online.

text: "Slovenia's Luka Doncic reacts during their Eurobasket European Basketball Championship", "Denver Nuggets first-round pick Michael Porter Jr."


text:
Super Dan climbed in through the police commissioner's fourth floor office window."You called?" he said with a cocky grin."Yes Dan Man, we need your help and also some of your assistance." said the police commissioner."Hey, hold on! I'm Super Dan, not Dan Man." "Oh," the police commissioner chewed on a finger nail, "the chief inspector and I thought you called yourself Dan Man. We've always called you Dan Man - haven't you noticed previously until up to now?""You have a large 'D' on your chest." pointed out the chief inspector of crime, as he moved a handheld magnifying glass in and out over said 'D'."Well, that's because 'S' is already in use." said Super Dan."Say what?" said the police commissioner."It's being used and basically, is ruled out forever now." said Super Dan."It is?" said the chief inspector, "that's sad.""Yes, well, whatever, a 'D' is what it is" said Super Dan."For Super Dan?" said the chief inspector."That's right." said Super Dan."Not Dan Man." said the police commissioner."No.""Dan Man sounds alright though, don't you think?" said the chief inspector."Look," said Super Dan, his patience coming all unravelled, "anyway - what did you want me for? First I saw a 'P' projected into the night sky - the next minute it was slowly turning around clockwise to form a 'd' in lower case." Super Dan frowned in an obvious manner, "You need to be careful about that, you could have ended up with Pee Man.""We know, we switched it around as soon as we noticed." said the police commissioner."Believe me, you do not want Pee Man turning up unannounced." said Super Dan."Yes, yes," the police commissioner wiped an anxious white handkerchief across his perspiring forehead "for sure - we know Dan Man, we know.""Anyway, now that I am here," said Super Dan, hands on hips, "what is the mission?""Your mission tonight Dan Man, take it or leave it," the police commissioner pulled down on the hem of his waistcoat and pushed his chin forward, "is to fly past every circular intersection roundabout within the county and each bed sheet daubed with birthday greetings that you find, you are to remove - and dispose of in a responsible manner.""Well, okay, fly no, bicycle yes, I accept." said Super Dan."Eliminate these eyesores, this plague upon our land, promise you will not fail us." said the chief inspector."You have my word." said Super Dan."Er-umm, Dan Man," the police commissioner said, "you've laddered your tights."
Two evenings later...
On this occasion, Super Dan rang the front door bell."Dan Man!" cried the chief inspector, ushering Super Dan quickly inside and up the oak banister staircase."Yes! I am here again - and you did it again didn't you, a 'P' and then a 'd'. You really must be much more careful, one of these days you are going to have Pee Man arrive.""Yes - yes, we know - we know." said the chief inspector.They clambered up the next three flights of stairs in silence, until they reached the office where the police commissioner had been waiting, pacing backwards and forwards impatiently."So, what is it this time?" Super Dan said."Dan Man, you remember the task we set you the other night?" said the police commissioner."Y-es, indeed I do." Super Dan said, sashaying his cape over a shoulder with pride."Well what's all this we hear about the makeshift, roadside shrines being cleared away?" said the police commissioner."As well as the birthday bed sheets? We-ll," said Super Dan, "It just seemed a natural extension for the mission, two birds with one stone. I cycled past them at first, barely giving them a second look, but as I got more and more into the bed sheet job, I found I couldn't stop myself.""DAN MAN! You shouldn't have done that!" the police commissioner and chief inspector chorused together (only fractionally out of sync)."..." Super Dan came speechless."Earlier today we received instructions from the lord city mayor, telling us to tell you to go back and reinstate all the makeshift roadside shrines you've taken down." said the police commissioner."What?! Are you serious? Why exactly?" said Super Dan."He wouldn't say - even when pressed to tell. He just wants it all put back." said the chief inspector."How am I going to be able to do that? I can't remember what where went!" said Super Dan."What went where?" cut in the police commissioner, rubbing his thumb across the stubble on his chin."Yes, that as well. If I try to put the makeshift roadside shrines back together, the bereaved families and friends are bound to notice they won't look anything like how they remembered them. I mean - I didn't take any photos as a record, I just tore them down and shoved all the rubbish into black bin bags.  How can you expect me to do this?" said Super Dan."Well Dan Man, you are just going to have to try your best, or..." said the police commissioner."Or what?" said Super Dan."If you do not carry out your instructions successfully, then you'll just have to wait and see what the consequences are."Both the police commissioner and the chief inspector of crime folded their arms across their own chests in a pugnacious fashion, throwing back their heads in loud and demeaning laughter, not stopping until their cheeks ached, as Super Dan hurriedly exited the building.
to be continued...

title: [HM] Birthday Bed Sheets (923 words)

question:
Answer the following question based on the above passage:

Why do the police keep almost summoning "Pee Man"?

answer: [rewrite]

text: No response.

refinement: The police keep almost summoning "Pee Man" because they keep projecting the "d" upside down so it looks like a "p."

answer: It seems only he can reveal what it is.

text: While not explicitly mentioned in the text, it can be inferred why the police keep almost summoning "Pee Man."

refinement: The police keep almost summoning "Pee Man" because they keep projecting the "d" upside down so it looks like a "p."

answer: They keep summoning Pee Man because they keep messing up the letters they use to summon Super Dan.

text: The police don't end up summoning "Pee Man," just almost summoning him.

refinement: They keep almost summoning Pee Man because they keep messing up the letters they use to summon Super Dan.

question:
Answer the following question based on the above passage:

What does Super Dan do that he should not have done?

answer: Super Dan removed the roadside shrines when he was instructed not to.

text: Super Dan wasn't instructed not to remove the shrines, the shrines were not mentioned initially.

refinement: Super Dan removed the roadside shrines when he was not instructed to.

answer: Super Dan removes the sheets from birthday greetings for the mayor, who had asked for him to reinstate all the makeshift roadside shrines he has taken down.

text: Super Dan was asked to remove the birthday greetings, he was not asked to remove the roadside shrines.

refinement: Super Dan removes the sheets from birthday greetings for the mayor, but he also removed the roadside shrines when he was not instructed to.

answer: Super Dan removes the sheets from birthday greetings for the mayor, who had asked for him to leave things as they were.

text: Super Dan was asked to remove the birthday greetings, he was not asked to remove the roadside shrines.

refinement: Super Dan removes the sheets from birthday greetings for the mayor, but he also removed the roadside shrines when he was not instructed to.