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The scrawny guy in a tux barely glanced at me.

"A table for lunch."

"I'm afraid we've nothing available."

I stared at the empty tables while I flashed my P.I. license. "I'm meeting a client."

He sniffed. "Very well. This way."

He led me to a corner. A slender, brunette waitress appeared. She eyed my off-the-rack suit with distaste.

"Need a menu?"

"Just coffee." I winked.

She sneered and hurried away.

Two minutes later I was still waiting for my coffee when my lunch date arrived. She spoke with the host, who indicated me with a surprised look. She headed my way.

She was leggy, wrapped in a red dress that hugged her curves like a Porsche hugged a mountain road. Diamonds worth more than I saw in a year dangled from her ears. Her blonde hair shone. She wore it long. I like that. She stopped at my table, pulled off her shades and stuffed them into her Gucci bag. She was something else.

"Mr. Raines."

"The same." I inclined my head. "Please, have a seat."

She hesitated, then reluctantly sat. The waitress appeared, fawning now.

"Your usual, Mrs. Richardson?"

Mrs. Richardson waved her off. "Just coffee. I won't be long."

"Yes, ma'am." The waitress disappeared.

"I don't have time to waste." Mrs. Libertine said. "I came because you said it was important. *Very* important." She fished a pack of Virginia Slims out of her handbag, shook one out, and fired it with a gold lighter.

I shrugged. Hard and fast was fine with me. "As I said on the phone, I'm a private investigator, hired by your husband. I want to show you something."

I pulled a manila envelope out of my coat pocket and slid it to her. She picked it up, manicured fingernails gleaming, peered inside, then pulled out the photographs. Except for a slight widening of her eyes, she might have been thumbing through the latest issue of Vogue.

"Whoever that guy is, he must be a good friend."

She stuffed the pictures back. Her hands shook. "Has my husband seen these?" She stared, eyes hard, though I saw worry behind them.

The waitress appeared, setting a cup of coffee on the table in front of her. Mine remain missing.

I waited until the waitress was gone, then hung it out there. "Not yet."

She dragged on her cigarette, blowing out a thin stream of smoke from the corner of her mouth. "What do you want? Money?"

"Money's nice, but no, not money. Believe it or not, I'm comfortable."

"What then?"

"You're very attractive Mrs. Richardson." I met her stare and smiled slightly. "I'm no Robert Redford, but I'm not that bad, do you think?"

She puffed her cigarette, scowling. "What are you talking about?"

"Is your afternoon free? I live nearby."

I saw understanding hit. She drew herself up, glaring. I thought she might refuse. Was sure she'd say no. Then she sagged, just collapsed like wet cardboard. She snuffed her cigarette in the crystal ashtray next to her untouched cup of coffee.

"Well?"

"I'm free." She wouldn't look at me.

I put the envelope back in my coat.

"I want the pictures and the negatives."

"We'll talk about that later." We stood. I threw a five on the table.

I never did get my coffee.

title: [MF] Just Coffee

question: Who is the narrator's client?

answer: The client is the wife of the man in the pictures.

text: The passage does not say anything about the Mrs. Richardon's husband's profession.

text: The narrator's client is actually Mr.s Richardson's husband.

refinement: The client is the husband of Mrs. Richardson.

answer: The narrator's client is Mrs. Richardson's husband.

text: "As I said on the phone, I'm a private investigator, hired by your husband. I want to show you something."

answer: His client is Mrs.Richardson, whose husband has enlisted Mr.Raine's services to track her.

text: "As I said on the phone, I'm a private investigator, hired by your husband. I want to show you something."

answer: The narrator's client is Mrs. Richardson.

text: The narrator's client is actually Mrs. Richardson's husband.

refinement: The narrator's client is Mrs. Richardson's husband.

question: Summarize the interactions between the narrator and his client.

answer: The narrator meets his client, Mrs. Richardson, at a restaurant. He shows her the pictures of her husband's affair and asks her if she is free for the afternoon. She agrees.

text: Though the situation is not explained, through context clues, it seems as though Mrs. Richardson is the one having an affair, not her husband, and the narrator caught her in the act.

refinement: The narrator meets his client, Mrs. Richardson, at a restaurant. He shows her pictures of what seems to be her affair with another man. He asks if she is free for the afternoon. She agrees.

text: The answer should include the fact that the narrator attempts to extort Mrs. Richardson for sex.

refinement: The narrator meets his client, Mrs. Richardson, at a restaurant. He shows her pictures of what seems to be her affair with another man. The narrator implies that he will not show her husband the photos if she has sex with him. She agrees.

answer: Mr.Raines has photos that indicate Mrs.Richardson is cheating on her husband. Her husband hired Raines to investigate her. Raines implies that her husband won't see the photos if she has sex with him. Reluctantly she agrees.

answer: The narrator meets with his client, Mrs. Richardson, to show her incriminating photos of her husband's affair. Mrs. Richardson agrees to have sex with the narrator in exchange for the photos.

text: It is implied that Mrs. Richardson is the one having an affair, not her husband.

refinement: The narrator meets with his client, Mrs. Richardson, to show her incriminating photos of her affair. Mrs. Richardson agrees to have sex with the narrator in exchange for the photos.

answer: The narrator meets with his client, Mrs. Richardson, and offers to show her some pictures of her husband's affair. Mrs. Richardson agrees to go to the narrator's apartment.

text: It is implied that Mrs. Richardson is the one having an affair, not her husband.

refinement: The narrator meets with his client, Mrs. Richardson, and offers to show her some pictures of her affair. Mrs. Richardson agrees to go to the narrator's apartment.

text: The answer should include the fact that the narrator suggests they have sex in exchange for the incriminating evidence.

refinement: The narrator meets with his client, Mrs. Richardson, and offers to show her some pictures of her affair. Mrs. Richardson agrees to go to the narrator's apartment. Mrs. Richardson agrees to have sex with the narrator in exchange for the photos.

question: What is the narrator's job?

answer: He is a private investigator.

answer: The narrator is a private investigator.

answer: He is a private investigator.

answer: The narrator is a private investigator.

question: What happens right after the coffee arrives?

answer: The private investigator and Mrs. Richardson leave the coffee untouched and leave the restaurant. Mrs. Richardson agrees to have sex with the private investigator in exchange for the pictures and negatives.

answer: The waitress leaves and Mrs. Richardson asks for the pictures and negatives.

answer: Mr.Raines tells Mrs.Richardson that he doesn't want money to settle the blackmail he has on her. He hints to wanting to have sex with her.

answer: The waitress leaves.

text: The answer should include that the narrator wants to have sex with Mrs. Richardson in exchange for the incriminating evidence.

question: How does Vogue fit into this story?

answer: The protagonist compares the brunette waitress to a model in a magazine.

text: The narrator does not compare the waitress to a model. He compares Mrs. Richardson viewing the photos to looking at a Vogue magazine.

refinement: The protagonist compares Mrs. Richardson looking at the photos to flipping through Vogue.

answer: The woman is a model, and the narrator is comparing her to a model in a magazine.

text: The narrator does not compare the waitress to a model. He compares Mrs. Richardson viewing the photos to looking at a Vogue magazine.

refinement: The protagonist compares Mrs. Richardson looking at the photos to flipping through Vogue.

answer: The brunette waitress compares the private investigator to Robert Redford, implying that he is attractive. The pictures in the manila envelope are of the private investigator and the blonde woman, suggesting that they are having an affair. The blonde woman seems to be aware of this, and is willing to have sex with the private investigator in exchange for the pictures. Vogue is mentioned as a point of comparison, suggesting that the woman is wealthy and fashionable.

text: The first two sentences are not mentioned in the passage.

refinement: The blonde woman seems to be aware of this, and is willing to have sex with the private investigator in exchange for the pictures. Vogue is mentioned as a point of comparison, suggesting that the woman is wealthy and fashionable.

text: While these details are contained in the passage, they do not answer the question.

refinement: The protagonist compares Mrs. Richardson looking at the photos to flipping through Vogue.

answer: It doesn't. The narrator mentioned Vogue when describing how casually Mrs. Richardson thumbed through his photographs, like she would a magazine.

question: How many named characters are mentioned in this story?

answer: 2, Mr. Raines and Mrs. Richardson

answer: There are two named characters in this story: the scrawny guy in a tux and Mrs. Richardson.

text: The scrawny guy in a tux is not named.

refinement: There are two named characters in this story: Mr. Raines and Mrs. Richardson.

answer: Three.

text: There are only two named characters in the passage.

text: No answer.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator is a private investigator hired by the wife's husband. He shows her pictures of her having an affair with another man. She is shocked and asks for the pictures and negatives. The narrator asks her to meet him later. She agrees.

text: The summary should include that the narrator wants to exchange sex with Mrs. Richardson for the incriminating photos.

refinement: The narrator is a private investigator hired by the wife's husband. He shows her pictures of her having an affair with another man. She is shocked and asks for the pictures and negatives. The narrator wants to have sex with her in exchange for the photos an she agrees.

answer: Mr.Raines is a private investigator meeting with Mrs.Richardson, the wife of his client. He finds her attractive. He shows her that he has photographs that indicate she was cheating on her husband. Raines implies that her husband won't see the photos if she has sex with him. Reluctantly, she agrees and they head back to his place.

answer: The private investigator meets with the wife of a client, who is revealed to be having an affair. The wife agrees to meet the private investigator at his apartment, in exchange for the pictures and negatives of her husband's affair.

text: The woman, Mrs. Richardson, is the one that has had an affair, not her husband.

refinement: The private investigator meets with the wife of a client, who is revealed to be having an affair. The wife agrees to meet the private investigator at his apartment, in exchange for the pictures and negatives of her affair.

text: The summary should include that the narrator wants sex in exchange for the incriminating photos.

refinement: The private investigator meets with the wife of a client, who is revealed to be having an affair. The wife agrees to meet the private investigator at his apartment, in exchange for the pictures and negatives of her affair.

answer: A private investigator is hired by a woman's husband to investigate her. He meets with her and offers to sleep with her in exchange for the pictures and negatives.

text: The summary should be more specific about what the pictures are of.

refinement: A private investigator is hired by a woman's husband to investigate her. He meets with her and offers to sleep with her in exchange for the pictures and negatives of her previous affair.


split: test

text:
“Why do you want to know about the best day I ever had?”

“I think it will help. To learn more.”

“OK. I guess it was probably when I went sliding one day when I was ten years old. I had gone to school that day and came home but my mother wasn’t there. She had taken my little sister – who was five – to the doctor. My father wasn’t there ‘cause he was at work. Victor, the kid down the street, knocked on my door and asked if I wanted to go sliding. We lived in the woods and there were lots of hills in the back of Victor’s house. I put my boots and hat and gloves on and went into the basement to grab my plastic red sled. We walked to Victor’s house and went up the hill. Victor’s parents weren’t around. His father didn’t live there ‘cause he was always drunk and his mother was really old. I’m not sure where she was but she wasn’t home. So we were alone. There really weren’t any other houses around. We didn’t have nearby neighbors or anything. It was sunny out, I remember that really well. It was a little cold, but not too bad. I’d guess it was around 35 degrees. It was late winter, too. Probably early March. I’m sure of that because it didn’t get dark until at least 6. I usually got home from school at 2:45 so I’m positive we were sliding by 3. Anyway, Victor’s sled was a little more beat up than mine. Those red plastic sleds would crack and break so we’d have to repair them with electrical tape. That was really the only thing we had. Scotch tape didn’t work. But the electrical tape was better – most times it worked, but sometimes it didn’t. Yeah, so there were trees and a rock wall we had to contend with. The rock wall – maybe it was built by Indians? – was at the bottom of the hill. So what we’d have to do, we’d have to pack a lot of snow on the top of the boulders and make it into a jump. You wouldn’t want to hit the rocks head on after flying down the hill, trust me. The trees were tricky, but it could be done as long as you were careful. It was a real thin slice between two oaks about one-third down the hill. If you hit one of them you’d damage your sled and might not be able to make any more runs. You might also knock yourself out, so you had to aim for the center spot and once you made it through, it was a straight shot to the jump at the bottom. If you hit the jump just right, blasting up the snow ramp, you’d go airborne for about 10 feet. The key was making the ramp a gradual run. If you made it too steep, you’d fly up, not out. So, like I say, if you made the ramp as long as possible, you’d just crush it. For some reason, there really weren’t any trees past the rock wall so landing wasn’t a problem. The run-off was great, too. You’d crash down and just go until you stopped. Well, to wrap it up, me and Victor must’ve gone up and down that hill a hundred times that day. Just a pair of fourth-graders having a great time. No adults around, no punk kids, no wild animals (that we saw, anyway). When we got thirsty, which was every ten minutes, we’d grab some snow. Me and Victor just flying down that hill and hitting that jump, it was awesome. To get back to your question, though, I’m not sure why you even want to know this.”

“Because of all the days in your life, you picked that one. You said that one was the best.”

“Well, to me, it was the best.”

“Why?"
“Because we were little kids, just goofing around. We had no responsibilities, we were never bothered and we were doing something really fun.”

“Have you had other fun times?”

“Sure. But none like that.”

“Why?”

“I just told you.”

“You said it was really fun. What made it more fun than any other experience you’ve had?”

“It was…I don’t know. Maybe…because there was no way to be measured.”

“Measured?”

“Yeah, right. Measured.”

“Measured in what way?”

“Ah…measured in the way against others, obviously.”

“I’m slightly confused.”

“I drive a cab, OK? And a lot of my days I drop people off at these high-rises on the East Side. Incredibly beautiful buildings. I’m a faceless idiot to them, a cabbie who takes them from Point A to Point B to home. And most of the time I pull up to one of those joints, I wonder what it’s like inside because I’ve never been in one. I bet they have high ceilings and lots of space. But I wouldn’t know. See, I just think the real difference between someone in the front of the cab and someone in the back of the cab is luck. They were lucky, I was unlucky. And that’s it.”

“What does that have to do with sliding on a winter day?”

“Your questions are something else.”

“I’m not trying to get you mad.”

“I’m not mad. I’m attempting to answer and explain.”

“Go ahead, then.”

“When me and Victor were out there, everything was even. There was no way anyone could be better or worse than the next guy. It didn’t matter what clothes you had, or what boots you wore or what sled you used. We were out there doin’ it. Having fun. And there was no system of accounting that could quantify anything that went on during our time on the hill.”

“Is there anything else?”

“About that day? Not really. I mean, when we were airborne off that jump, soaring out over the snow, we were ecstatic. It was the best feeling in the world.”

title: [RF] The Best Day, Downhill

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

Summarize the climactic event of the story.

answer: The narrator and Victor go sledding. They make a jump out of snow and go flying off of it. They soar over the snow for about ten feet.

text: This isn't the climax of the story. There is no real clear climax, but it could be seen as when the passenger asks the narrator why he thinks that is the best day he's ever had.

refinement: The climax of the story seems to be when the passenger asks the narrator why he thinks of the sledding day as the best day he's ever had. The narrator tenses up after that and begins to explain the realities of being a cab driver.

answer: The climactic event of the story is when the narrator and Victor are airborne off the jump, soaring out over the snow. It is the best feeling in the world.

answer: The narrator and Victor go sledding. They make a jump out of snow and go flying off of it. They soar over the snow for about ten feet. They were ecstatic.

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

Summarize the primary source of tension in the story.

answer: The primary source of tension in the story is the question of why the narrator thinks the day they went sliding with Victor was the best day of their life. The narrator explains that the day was so special because they were just a pair of fourth-graders having fun and there were no adults around. The narrator also explains that there was no way for anyone to be better or worse than the next guy. The tension is also between the narrator and the interviewer.

text: Specify that the question comes from a passenger of the narrator's.

refinement: The primary source of tension in the story is the question of why the narrator thinks the day they went sliding with Victor was the best day of their life that is posed by the narrator's passenger. The narrator explains that the day was so special because they were just a pair of fourth-graders having fun and there were no adults around. The narrator also explains that there was no way for anyone to be better or worse than the next guy. The tension is also between the narrator and the interviewer.

text: This doesn't help answer the question and would be better omitted.

refinement: The primary source of tension in the story is the question of why the narrator thinks the day they went sliding with Victor was the best day of their life that is posed by the narrator's passenger. The narrator explains that the day was so special because they were just a pair of fourth-graders having fun and there were no adults around. The narrator also explains that there was no way for anyone to be better or worse than the next guy.

answer: The primary source of tension in the story is the question of why the narrator thinks the day they went sliding with Victor was the best day of their life. The narrator explains that the day was so special because they were just a pair of fourth-graders having fun and there were no adults around. The narrator also explains that there was no way for anyone to be better or worse than the next guy.

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

What does the story say about cab drivers?

answer: The narrator is a cab driver. He says that most of his days, he drops people off at high-rises on the East Side. He says that he is a faceless idiot to them. He says that the real difference between someone in the front of the cab and someone in the back of the cab is luck. He says that there is no way to be measured as a cab driver.

text: This is false. the narrator does feel measured against others as a cab driver.

refinement: The narrator is a cab driver. He says that most of his days, he drops people off at high-rises on the East Side. He says that he is a faceless idiot to them. He says that the real difference between someone in the front of the cab and someone in the back of the cab is luck. He feels that he's measured against others as a cab driver.

answer: The narrator is a cab driver. He says that most of his days, he drops people off at high-rises on the East Side. He says that he is a faceless idiot to them. He says that the real difference between someone in the front of the cab and someone in the back of the cab is luck.

answer: The narrator is a cab driver. He says that he is a faceless idiot to the people he drops off at high-rises on the East Side. He wonders what it's like inside because he's never been in one. He thinks the real difference between someone in the front of the cab and someone in the back of the cab is luck.

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

Summarize all their previous sliding experience.

answer: They seem to have gone sledding many times before. They fixed their sleds with electrical tape many times before too. Victor had a more beaten up sled. They have done it alone before with no adults around.

text: This sentence is unnecessary and should be omitted.

refinement: They seem to have gone sledding many times before. They fixed their sleds with electrical tape many times before too. Victor had a more beaten up sled.

answer: The narrator and Victor have been sliding on hills since they were children. They start by sliding on plastic sleds. They would repair them with electrical tape. They'd go up and down the hill many times. They'd pack snow on the top of the boulders and make a jump.

answer: They seem to have gone sledding many times before. They fixed their sleds with electrical tape many times before too. Victor had a more beaten up sled. They have done it alone before with no adults around and had to deal with a rock wall.


text:
ARTHUR MATTHEWS (1889–?) played for the New Zealand rugby league team in 1919 on their tour of Australia. He was Kiwi number 117.[1] He played in 3 tour matches but did not play in any tests as there were none played on this tour. He lived in Auckland and played for the Ponsonby United and North Shore Albions senior teams from 1915 to 1920.[2]

Playing career

Arthur Matthews began his career playing for Ponsonby United in the Auckland Rugby League competition. He played for them in the 1915 and 1916 seasons. He was an electrician by trade and in 1917 he volunteered for the war effort on March 16. After being physically examined he was declared fit for active duty though he never went away to fight.[3]

He was involved in some controversy early in the 1917 season. He and his brother (W Matthews) turned out for the North Shore Albions without having formalised a transfer. Grafton Athletic protested and the Auckland Rugby League stood down both players and stated that the match should be replayed.[4] It was later reported that it was an oversight as W Matthews had just returned from war service and had played some matches for Ponsonby 3rd grade team years earlier, while the Ponsonby 3rd grade team had withdrawn from the competition due to a lack of playing numbers. As a result, the Ponsonby club had granted both brothers transfers.[5] The transfers were duly processed allowing Arthur Matthews to turn out for North Shore in their second round match against City Rovers.[6]

In 1918 North Shore were forced to withdraw from the senior competition due to a lack of playing numbers. Many sports were struggling at this time because so many of their players had gone away to fight in the First World War. As a result, Matthews transferred back to the Ponsonby club where he played for the remainder of the season. He played for them in their Thacker Shield winning effort where they beat Sydenham in Christchurch 11–0 and scored a try .[7] In 1919 the North Shore team was revived and he returned to them. This was to be the most impressive season of Matthews career.

In May 1919 he played in a trial match to make the New Zealand team. The match was played at Victoria Park and he was listed in the centres.[8] Subsequently, he was selected for the New Zealand team on their 1919 tour of Australia. He was named in the reserves to play for New Zealand[9] in a warm up match against Auckland but did not take the field.[10] Matthews played in 3 of the 11 tour matches, being used in 3 different positions. He debuted for New Zealand against Tamworth on June 11, playing in the centres. New Zealand won the match 21–13.[11] His next match was against Ipswich Firsts on June 26 where he played fullback in an 11–8 win. He kicked a goal and this was to be his only points for New Zealand.[12] His third match was against Rockhampton on July 9. This time he was to play in the halfback position and this was to be the last game he would play for New Zealand.[13] New Zealand would also win this match 23–0.

Unusually Matthews did not represent Auckland until after he had played for New Zealand. Partly this was due to the fact that so few Auckland representative matches were played in previous seasons due to the war. He played for the “Rest of Auckland” team against the touring side on their return. Auckland was to lose 30–45 in front of 6,500 spectators at Victoria Park.[14] This was to be the only time he pulled on the Auckland jersey.

In 1920 he again turned out for the North Shore team but at the end of the season on 8 September he was granted an open transfer by the Auckland Rugby League to play for any club outside the Auckland league district in their weekly meeting. It is unknown as to where he was moving to or if he played again.[15]

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title: Arthur Matthews (rugby league)

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

Why was Arthur Matthews a player of note?

answer: He was selected for the New Zealand rugby league team on their tour of Australia in 1919, the first year of their tour.

text: The text doesn't say the 1919 Australia tour was the first tour for the New Zealand rugby team.

refinement: He was selected for the New Zealand rugby league team on their tour of Australia in 1919.

answer: He was a member of the New Zealand rugby league team in 1919 on their tour of Australia.

answer: He was selected for the New Zealand rugby league team on their tour of Australia in 1919, the first year of their tour. He played for the Ponsonby United team, and then for the North Shore Albions.


text:
	We owned the bottle the whole time we lived there, from the day we moved in. Nobody used it much; Devon and I have the basement to ourselves so we get our own fridge. He uses ketchup only with fries twice a month or so, while I myself am a Sriracha man. The thing most people don’t immediately realize when they move out of home is that the kitchen, a once magical and generous place that gratified you with instant food and satisfaction, on your own becomes a burdensome, dark and dingy room whose contents are always scarce and incompatible. Well, it was like that for us. We didn’t cook much, and we weren’t inclined to spend much time competing with the bugs for space in our cramped kitchen. We found out through the grapevine that our landlord was in fact a stubborn sort of miser who gutted, wired, and walled the house without any help. Help costs money to a man with no friends. In those slanted rooms we stood when we decided to thusly rename him slumlord.
	I clearly remember once being a more naive high school version of my self, dreaming of the day life granted me autonomy, as if that somehow includes the skills necessary to live on one’s own. Those days, I imagined credulously that I would teach myself to cook great things once I had my own place. But too soon into university did work and school brandish their heavy burdens. In the sparse moments of freedom and idleness, time was a ration; something to be used on preservation rather than sacrificed on expansion (although I did get a build a sweet aquarium over the year, but that’s another story). As a result, neither of us cooked so much as grazed. For a whole week I ate raw hot dogs and carrots before I forced myself to buy apples and soup. No kind of gourmet, organic, free-range food of any sort tastes better than the apple that ends the drought of raw hot dogs. The lonely contents of our fridge were primarily condiments and take-away meals. There were all the compliments and additions we needed for a meal, but no meal itself. We had every colour of paint, but no brush.
	One recurring disturbance that arose from the stochastic rearranging of our fridge’s contents  confused and frustrated me and Devon. Often without warrant, the kitchen door would refuse to stay shut. What seemed like a simple problem was mysteriously adamant. There was no resistance, no visible obstruction. No; this was a more subtle and cruel refusal, one that allowed the magnetic trim of the door to first kiss that of the refrigerator unit, then slowly pry the door away from its lover. The door would tease us by feigning closure, then mockingly swinging open.
	The fridge drove us insane. We took out the drawers and the shelfs and readjusted the magnetic strips. Nothing worked. For poor students, keeping food from waste was a priority. Expiry dates no longer counted; in poverty and squalor, one’s nose becomes the sole and executive arbiter of food safety. Keeping the fridge closed and cool was more important to us than any homework we did that year. But no matter what we tried, the fridge would recurrently, as if on it’s own volition, switch its magnetic strip to repel mode. For the longest time we had no idea why or how the fridge door would patently remain open. The fridge seemed to have a mind of its own and, to some degree, we respected it. Accepting the fridge’s perseverance, we would concede defeat by wedging the broom against the wall and the door in a rocky cease-fire between the fridge’s will and our own. It was one of the things that made me apt to spend a little more on the place I’m living next year.
	Nevertheless, for majority of the year the adamancy of the problem overcame us. It was not until later in second semester that my housemate figured out the cause. This happened on some otherwise unremarkable day in a week during which the fridge again decided to gape open. Excitedly, as one should when they solve some complex and demanding problem, he burst into my room. The width of his smile suggested that he won some sort of Nobel Prize. “Matt,” he managed, almost panting. “It was the ketchup.”
	Bemused, I followed Devon to the kitchen to witness his solution. Talking with a mixture of excitement and relief, he explained: “When the ketchup sits inside the door, it pushes the door away if it’s turned horizontally. We have to keep it parallel with the door,” he said, and enacted his description in order to exhibit the difference.
	What a marvel! I was beyond words. Such an easy solution to such a complex problem. It was certainly a relief, a simple fix to a pervasive and pestering issue. For the rest of the year, we lived in harmonious cohabitation with that fridge, albeit at the price of a few sour milk cartons and rotten oranges. However, throughout the constant reshuffling of cold cuts, hot dogs, cream cheese and yogurt, one item has been left unperturbed.
	The ketchup bottle, resilient and proud, stands proudly in claimed territory, a spot on the inside railing upon which it remains parallel to the door. It has earned the spot, through rigid victory over it’s supposed owners. It controlled harmony and restored balance to our kitchen on many occasions. It’s happiness controlled us. It was omnipotent. In the squalid darkness of our kitchen, we found a light in the Ketchup God, and we obeyed it.

title: [RF] Ketchup God

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

Summarize the symbolism of food in this story.

answer: There are two kinds of food in this story: real food and condiments. The real food is the food that the characters use to satiate their hunger, such as the apples, carrots, hot dogs, and soup. The condiments are the ketchup and Sriracha, which are used to add flavor to the food. The condiments are what give the food its color, and they are also what keep the kitchen door closed.

text: There is no evidence to suggest that the condiments give the food its color and that it keeps the kitchen door closed.

refinement: There are two kinds of food in this story: real food and condiments. The real food is the food that the characters use to satiate their hunger, such as the apples, carrots, hot dogs, and soup. The condiments are the ketchup and Sriracha, which are used to add flavor to the food.

answer: There are two kinds of food in this story: real food and condiments. The real food is the food that the characters use to satiate their hunger, such as the apples, carrots, hot dogs, and soup. The condiments are the ketchup and Sriracha, which are used to add flavor to the food. The condiments are what give the food its color, and they are also what keep the kitchen door closed. The ketchup bottle is the only item that remains untouched in the fridge. Its contents are all used up, but it still manages to maintain its position in the fridge.

answer: The ketchup bottle seems to take on the role of a deity that the narrator worships. The first part of the story focuses on the narrator's lack of food and the fridge's refusal to stay closed. The story ends with the two roommates worshipping the ketchup bottle as a deity.

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

Summarize the issues food can cause or highlight in any sort of a relationship.

answer: The fridge and ketchup are the main issues food can cause or highlight in a relationship.

text: The response misses to mention how the ketchup is the main issue.

refinement: The fridge and ketchup are the main issues food has caused by not allowing the door of the fridge to close properly, from its position in the door.

answer: No answer

answer: The narrator and his housemate, Devon, have a fridge that they are unable to keep closed. It is frustrating to them, and they try to figure out what is wrong with it. They are not able to figure out why the fridge door will not stay closed. It is not until Devon realizes that it is the ketchup bottle that is causing the issue that they are able to fix it.

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

Describe how the narrator and Devon know each other.

answer: The narrator and Devon know each other from living together in the same house.

answer: They both live in the same house, and they seem to be roommates.

answer: No answer

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

Summarize the singular source of tension in the story and how it is resolved.

answer: The singular source of tension in the story is the fridge door that refused to stay shut. The fridge door would tease them by feigning closure, then mockingly swing open. The fridge drove the housemates insane. They took the drawers and the shelfs out to readjust the magnetic strips. Nothing worked. The fridge would recurrently switch its magnetic strip to repel mode. It was not until later that my housemate figured out the cause. The ketchup bottle was the singular source of tension in the story and how it was resolved. The ketchup bottle was the singular source of tension in the story and how it was resolved. It was the ketchup bottle that made the fridge door refuse to stay shut.

text: The response includes extraneous information not useful for the task.

refinement: The singular source of tension in the story is the fridge door that refused to stay shut. The fridge door would tease them by feigning closure, then mockingly swing open. The fridge drove the housemates insane. They took the drawers and the shelfs out to readjust the magnetic strips. Nothing worked. The fridge would recurrently switch its magnetic strip to repel mode. It was not until later that my housemate figured out the cause. The ketchup bottle was the singular source of tension in the story and how it was resolved.

answer: The singular source of tension in the story is the fridge door that refused to stay shut. The fridge door would tease them by feigning closure, then mockingly swing open. The fridge drove the housemates insane. They took the drawers and the shelfs out to readjust the magnetic strips. Nothing worked. The fridge would recurrently switch its magnetic strip to repel mode. It was not until later that my housemate figured out the cause. The ketchup bottle was the singular source of tension in the story and how it was resolved. The ketchup bottle was the singular source of tension in the story and how it was resolved. It was the ketchup bottle that made the fridge door refuse to stay shut.

answer: The story's primary source of tension is the kitchen door. It is always a source of frustration whenever we try to close the kitchen door, and it is always a mystery why it won't stay shut. It is frustrating because it seems like we are missing something obvious. The resolution is that Devon finds out that the ketchup bottle is the culprit, and that he has to keep it parallel to the door. After this discovery, despite the continued shuffling of the fridge contents, the ketchup bottle is always placed parallel to the door.


text:
"SQUIRE! Fetch me my horse! I’m going out hunting!"

"Yes sire!"

Lousy, ungrateful, stupid bastard. Squire? Fucking squire? Jesus man you know my name, I’m Perry, like I tell you every fucking day. And don’t even get me started on the hunting. Hunting? Why don’t you just describe it accurately and call it seating your fat ass on the back of that poor sop of a horse and forcing it to canter round your shitty little forest, while you giggle with glee at the delightful experience of bouncing up and down. And all the while you’re accompanied by a large band of trumpeters, making absolutely sure every single animal with a brain has enough time to hear this ludicrous ensemble of idiocy, pack up its family, maybe have a small bite to eat and move the fuck away. Quite frankly, anything stupid enough to be caught by this moronic party had it coming. If the hunting party didn’t get them, an angry 6 year old with a small stick would’ve done the next morning.

But I’ve side-tracked. The more important debate here is how the fuck this man managed to become a knight. I’d call him stupid but that would be an insult to uneducated peons everywhere. He is his own class of stupid, so far down the IQ scale he may have broken into previously unexplored realms of negative IQ. Oh, you think I’m being mean? Maybe a bit overdramatic? Oh no no no. Let me explain. This is the man who, when getting out of a double bed, rolled over the wrong way to the other side of the bed and, rather than realise his mistake and either rolling the other way to escape the bed, or continuing his roll to reach the other side, shouted desperately for help, for he had lost the floor and was surely doomed. This is the man who picked up a sword from the wrong end and failed to understand his mistake. This is the man who put a helmet on his foot and complained when he couldn’t walk properly. Please understand, my master is genuinely something else. I’ve yet to theorise how he became a knight. Oh yes, his father was a knight and that grants him an easy ride to the role, but I am amazed that, after discovering that his son had the intelligence of a melon, his dear father hadn’t pushed him to follow an alternative career path, something more appropriate to his level like, ooh I don’t know, an early grave.

Too far? Perhaps. But you don’t have to serve under this infantile baboon. Every waking moment of my day is spent entertaining his every want and need, and oh boy does he have a lot of needs. Sometimes – and I wish I was joking – he struggles with wiping his own ass. Guess who gets that fantastic job? That’s right, Squire Perry, his faithful fucking assistant. Other highlights include: serving him his food; helping him eat his food; cleaning his food when he spills it on the floor, like the clumsy halfwit he is; cleaning his bed; cleaning his clothes; organising his equipment. Oh, and how could I forget, fetching his fucking horse when he wants to go on a fucking hunting expedition.

I should go, he might cry if he doesn’t get his bloody horse soon. Ooh, that is a tempting prospect... but no. It wouldn’t be obeying my fucking duty. I swear to fucking god. Pray for me, would you?

title: Perry [HF]

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

What does the excerpt say about the stupidity of squire Perry's knight?

answer: The knight is lazy and ungrateful, and he doesn't even know his squire's name. He is also stupid enough that he doesn't know which end of the sword to use, and he has trouble with putting on his helmet. He also needs a lot of help with basic tasks, and it's the job of the squire to provide it.

text: Perry's knight isn't lazy. He's lousy.

refinement: The knight is lousy and ungrateful, and he doesn't even know his squire's name. He is also stupid enough that he doesn't know which end of the sword to use, and he has trouble with putting on his helmet. He also needs a lot of help with basic tasks, and it's the job of the squire to provide it.

text: Delete "with"

refinement: The knight is lousy and ungrateful, and he doesn't even know his squire's name. He is also stupid enough that he doesn't know which end of the sword to use, and he has trouble putting on his helmet. He also needs a lot of help with basic tasks, and it's the job of the squire to provide it.

text: Replace "it" with "them"

refinement: The knight is lousy and ungrateful, and he doesn't even know his squire's name. He is also stupid enough that he doesn't know which end of the sword to use, and he has trouble putting on his helmet. He also needs a lot of help with basic tasks, and it's the job of the squire to provide them.

answer: The swordsman's stupidity is so large that the narrator is unable to understand how he was able to become a knight. The narrator says that the swordsman is his own class of stupid, so far down the IQ scale that he may have broken into unexplored realms of negative IQ. The knight is described as being unable to roll over the wrong way in bed, picking up a sword from the wrong end, and putting a helmet on his foot.

answer: The swordsman's stupidity is so large that the narrator is unable to understand how he was able to become a knight. The narrator says that the swordsman is his own class of stupid, so far down the IQ scale that he may have broken into unexplored realms of negative IQ.


text:
**Beware this is my beginning of a long story a plan to write about a hypothetical serial killer, and this passage is morbid.** Also this is a very rough draft so excuse spelling mistakes or the overuse of contractions.

 There were always rumors of a serial killer so evil, so demented, so monstrous, so gruesome, and so evil that he was looked at as more of the hypothetical monster under humanities bed than a real psychopath that needs to be hunted down and exposed. In this short story I am going to describe the infamous and horrible tale of what can be only called as “the monstrosity.”

The monstrosity was born in 1945, his exact date of birth is unknown, he was born in Midwestern America; most likely Kansas. His father was a hulk of a man who conceived him when he brutally raped his own daughter, the violence in the monster’s life began before he was even born. His mother lets call her Lesly was only seventeen years old when she gave birth to the monstrosity, who was born about three weeks premature. Lesly almost died in childbirth because the monster’s father (lets call him Larry) continued to beat her during the pregnancy which led to the premature and extremely painful birth. The doctors predicted the monstrosity would not live through the night...oh how wrong they were; looking back if the doctors knew of the evil they allowed to enter the world, they may have had no problem suffocating that small innocent child right there and then.
The monstrosity had no serious health problems from the violent birth, except for the fact that he would never grow taller than 5'5 even as a grown man; this monster’s height comes into play later and can be looked at as a curse or a blessing depending on how you read this evil’s story.

The monster’s father Larry remarried shortly after he was born, he lied to all about the real mother of the monster. Being a minor still Lesly was forced to continue to live with Larry and his new wife Marie even after all the abuse and pain he had caused her, she wouldn't run away because she felt her son deserved a real mother not a life of lies. So, for the next three-years she worked hard at her job as a waitress to save enough money to move out of the abusive home with her son and get her own place. The abuse of Lesly continued throughout these years but Larry didn’t touch his son the monster because he respected the fact that his son had a keen likeness to himself, and resented the fact that his own daughter Lesly wanted to turn his own child against him. Larry wasn't a sociopath but he was a monster by his own merit, he didn't understand why his daughter hated him and thought he was a useless excuse for a men let alone a father; even though he sexually and physically abused her after her mother passed away from cancer when Lesly was about nine-years old. Larry tried to turn the monster who was about four years old by this point against his true mother Lesly and make him love his wife Marie and him as parents.

Now, for a moment let us observe what know about Larry’s second wife Marie...she was about twenty-six years old married to Larry a much older man and little is known about her background or early-life. What we do know however straight from the words of our little monster is that she was an extremely beautiful woman; about 5’9, luscious blond hair, long legs, a nice curvy midsection, and most of all her skin according to the monster was softer than any other woman he ever met. But that all comes in to play later in this story of true evil.
I will set the scene for the beginnings of our little monster’s first look at death and real cruelty. Of course the monster was exposed to the beatings of his real mother Lesly from time to time, but Marie did her best to keep the monster away from such things. You may be thinking why would a woman as beautiful as I described Marie as be with a violent man like Larry and allow him to abuse his adult daughter? Well, since little is known about Marie’s personality (at this point in time) I guess we can just say love works in mysterious ways and in this case ends up intertwined with death and unknowingly creating pure evil. Anyway, back to the story...Lesly finally saved up enough money to take the monster away from this hateful environment and get her own nice place. But Larry and Marie didn’t like that idea, they didn’t believe that Lesly really worked for that money and accused her of prostituting herself to make the money. They called her all sorts of names, not knowing that our little monster was hiding under the bed in his mother’s room just taking all this in. Like I said he had witnessed violence before, but never had he witnessed such abuse in a verbal sense they broke his mother down. Lesly wasn't the most emotionally sound woman due to her father’s abuse and it didn't take much to break her, and by the end of the verbal abuse from Marie and Larry which went on for almost an hour she just sat in the corner wet with her own tears and ashamed that she allowed them to do that to her.

Then something happened to Lesly as she set there wallowing in her own pain and self-hate...she snapped. This young woman who received awful abuse by her own father her whole life finally snapped. She hated him with such passion, who was he to abuse her and then coddle her son like he was a decent human being when he was the one who raped her and almost killed her from beatings during her pregnancy! Lesly was not a small woman, her father Larry was about 6’6 and 250-pounds and he passed those genes onto his daughter; she was 6’3 but her weight was unknown. She grabbed Larry’s baseball bat that he used to occasionally use to beat her when he wasn't playing on the local softball team with it, and she waited in the room until she heard Marie go into her room and fall asleep. She left her room, and shortly after the monster (without her knowledge) followed her into the hallway and watched her.

She saw that Larry was passed out on the couch and she snuck up behind him, only his head was exposed from under the covers. Lesly raised the bat above her head and slammed it back down with all the might and power she had within her body. The sound of Larry’s skull cracking was sickening to the soul of a normal person...you could hear the skull break apart into small fragments and slice through the brain matter. You could taste the blood in the air and feel the lack of Larry’s existence within it. Even though our monster was only four or five years old, he describes the event with such vivid remembrance as if it was his first memory. And maybe it was, because in my opinion this moment and what happened next is what creates our little monster as he really is or will be for the rest of his so called life.

Larry was near dead after the first blow, but Lesly didn't know that and probably felt more powerful and in control than she ever had before in her entire life. She kept hitting him over and over, she destroyed his face so completely that it would take a ton of work for the cops to identify his body without just assuming. The monster describes hearing the life leave Larry’s body but instead of like it is in film he described it as just a silence within the room as if Larry’s soul or whatever made him alive had just been removed from the area. The silence as he described it was quieter than anything he would experience for a long time after.

Than the silence was broken by Lesly yelling at the monster “go to your room, you shouldn't see this baby.” Her voice wasn't the same though it sounded different than the mother the monster though he knew, it sounded emptier as if the love Lesly held for him had exited her. And even at five years old the monster says that he felt the difference.

title: The monstrosity

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

How is the "monstrosity" described in this article?

answer: The "monstrosity" is described as a monster who is evil, demented, gruesome, and monstrous.

answer: The "monstrosity" is described as a monster who is evil, demented, gruesome, and monstrous. He is a product of a brutal rape.

answer: The monstrosity is described as a serial killer who is so evil, demented, monstrous, and gruesome that he is looked at as more of the hypothetical monster under humanity's bed than a real psychopath that needs to be hunted down and exposed.

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

What terrible scene did the monster see that impacted his whole life?

answer: His mother Laverne killed his father Larry.

text: His mother's name is Lesly

refinement: His mother Lasly killed his father Larry.

answer: His mother killing his father with a baseball bat.

answer: His mother Lesly killed his father Larry.

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

Would Larry come back as ghost and control the monster to be the monster the text describes?

answer: It is unclear if he would. It would suggest he cannot.

text: It is not suggested he cannot.

answer: It is not stated.

answer: This information is not known.


title: Arthur Matthews (rugby league)

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

Why was Arthur Matthews a player of note?

answer: Matthews was a player of note because he was part of the New Zealand rugby league team on their 1919 tour of Australia. He played in 3 tour matches but did not play in any tests.

answer: Matthews was a player of note because he was chosen to represent the New Zealand rugby league team on their tour of Australia in 1919. He played in 3 tour matches, but did not play in any tests on the tour.

answer: For playing for the New Zealand rugby league (Kiwi) team and being a centre.

text: Being center does not make Arthur Matthews unique.

refinement: For playing for the New Zealand rugby league (Kiwi) team and not playing test matches while on tour.

answer: He was the first Kiwi rugby league to be selected to the New Zealand team in 1919 and was included in the reserves to play.

text: Matthews is a person, not a rugby league.

refinement: He was selected to the New Zealand team in 1919 on their 1919 tour of Australia and did not play any test matches.

answer: Other than a controversy involving a transfer that hadn't quite been finalized there is nothing of note that sets him apart from any other player from the era. Something of note is that he played for his country (New Zealand) before playing for Auckland. Thought he was called up for the war, he never left to fight in it.


text:
_INTRODUCTION TO CIRCLE PACKING: THE THEORY OF DISCRETE ANALYTIC FUNCTIONS_ is a mathematical monograph concerning systems of tangent circles and the circle packing theorem. It was written by Kenneth Stephenson and published in 2005 by the Cambridge University Press.

Topics

Circle packings, as studied in this book, are systems of circles that touch at tangent points but do not overlap, according to a combinatorial pattern of adjacencies specifying which pairs of circles should touch. The circle packing theorem states that a circle packing exists if and only if the pattern of adjacencies forms a planar graph; it was originally proved by Paul Koebe in the 1930s, and popularized by William Thurston, who rediscovered it in the 1970s and connected it with the theory of conformal maps and conformal geometry. As a topic, this should be distinguished from sphere packing, which considers higher dimensions (here, everything is two dimensional) and is more focused on packing density than on combinatorial patterns of tangency.

The book is divided into four parts, in progressive levels of difficulty. The first part introduces the subject visually, encouraging the reader to think about packings not just as static objects but as dynamic systems of circles that change in predictable ways when the conditions under which they are formed (their patterns of adjacency) change. The second part concerns the proof of the circle packing theorem itself, and of the associated rigidity theorem: every maximal planar graph can be associated with a circle packing that is unique up to Möbius transformations of the plane. More generally the same result holds for any triangulated manifold, with a circle packing on a topologically equivalent Riemann surface that is unique up to conformal equivalence.

The third part of the book concerns the degrees of freedom that arise when the pattern of adjacencies is not fully triangulated (it is a planar graph, but not a maximal planar graph). In this case, different extensions of this pattern to larger maximal planar graphs will lead to different packings, which can be mapped to each other by corresponding circles. The book explores the connection between these mappings, which it calls discrete analytic functions, and the analytic functions of classical mathematical analysis. The final part of the book concerns a conjecture of William Thurston, proved by Burton Rodin and Dennis Sullivan, that makes this analogy concrete: conformal mappings from any topological disk to a circle can be approximated by filling the disk by a hexagonal packing of unit circles, finding a circle packing that adds to that pattern of adjacencies a single outer circle, and constructing the resulting discrete analytic function. This part also includes applications to number theory and the visualization of brain structure.

Stephenson has implemented algorithms for circle packing and used them to construct the many illustrations of the book, giving to much of this work the flavor of experimental mathematics, although it is also mathematically rigorous. Unsolved problems are listed throughout the book, which also includes nine appendices on related topics such as the ring lemma and Doyle spirals.

Audience and reception

The book presents research-level mathematics, and is aimed at professional mathematicians interested in this and related topics. Reviewer Frédéric Mathéus describes the level of the material in the book as “both mathematically rigorous and accessible to the novice mathematician”, presented in an approachable style that conveys the author's love of the material. However, although the preface to the book states that no background knowledge is necessary, and that the book can be read by non-mathematicians or used as an undergraduate textbook, reviewer Michele Intermont disagrees, noting that it has no exercises for students and writing that “non-mathematicians will be nothing other than frustrated with this book”. Similarly, reviewer David Mumford finds the first seven chapters (part I and much of part II) to be at an undergraduate level, but writes that “as a whole, the book is suitable for graduate students in math”.

title: Introduction to Circle Packing

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

What does the article say about circular logic?

answer: No answer

answer: No answer

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

What are some related fields to circle packing?

answer: Sphere packing is a related field.

text: The answer omits the connections to conformal maps and conformal geometry.

refinement: Sphere packing is a related field. William Thurston rediscovered and popularized the circle packing theorem, tying it with the theory of conformal maps and conformal geometry.

text: The answer should mention how sphere packing is related to circle packing.

refinement: Sphere packing is a related field that considers higher dimensions and is more concerned with packing density. William Thurston rediscovered and popularized the circle packing theorem, tying it with the theory of conformal maps and conformal geometry.

answer: Some related fields are sphere packing, which considers higher dimensions (here, everything is two dimensional) and is more focused on packing density than on combinatorial patterns of tangency.

answer: Sphere packing is a related field. It is more concerned with packing density than with a combinatorial pattern of tangency.

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

What parts of the book does the reviewer David Mumford call out as exceeding the abilities of a novice?

answer: The first seven chapters of the book

text: Mumford calls the first seven chapters suitable for an undergraduate, who are novices in the field.

refinement: Everything after the first seven chapters.

answer: The first seven chapters of the book (part I and much of part II).

answer: The first seven chapters.


text:
Excerpt from found journal at site 225-A9.

Author identified as only Doctor S. PHD.

Dated March 14th 2035

Noted location: "Old World," State-run Hospital VA-02295 "St. Francine's"

...
  As I read the chart I noticed the results of the State mandated Gen-PreF tests. It reported that my next patient couple was decidedly more comfortable with a "male" doctor. I was disappointed. I thought about how I would have to announce myself as "Mystr S., PHD." It just didn't roll of the tongue as well as "Miss" did, or even the more simple "Dr. S." and leave my gender neutral. I wasn't worried about passing off as a man though, I had just visited the barb-ilist. The thym that worked on me did a wonderful job, not too long, not too short. The perfect blend of "long-haired man" or "not too short-haired woman." My other traits have all been sculpted to be "visual kei." I still, to this day, swear the hip shrinking pelvis shaving surgery was far more painful than my breast reduction, counter to the common claims of my peers. The State supplied hormone pills took care of everything else.

  When I stepped into the room I took a quick measure of the persons in front of me. The "male" was decidedly trying to be neutral, but his haggard complexion and signs of stubble on his face, gave me the impression of "him" more than anything. I allowed him the improper variance given the womyn in the room. "She" was nervous, her eyes darted down from him to me as I walked in. She was several weeks pregnant, and starting to show.

  "Hello, Miss J. and Mystr K., my name is Docto- I mean Mystr S., PHD," I said, slipping.

  The man narrowed his eyes and looked me up and down, but kept his mouth shut. She was in a sitting position in the chair in the middle of the room, he was standing over her left shoulder, his hand on it.

  "I've been reading your chart, here... no family names?" I asked conversationally.

  The womyn looked up at him and squeezed his hand as he cringed, "I don't have a family."

  She looked back down to me and said, "I used to have a family name, but I went through a deerkin phase and had it legally changed. After I met K. here I changed it back to my given name but kept out my family name for hym." I noticed the inflection when she said "hym." Keeping up appearances I assumed. It was well enough, because I did have the power to incite sanctions against them for not keeping to the rules of neutrality.

  "Ah, so J and K it is then. Not Myssus hmm? You aren't legal life partners yet?" I quizzed sitting down in the swivel chair provided for me.

  The man stood taller and said almost monotonously, "No, but we have cohabited for two and a half years now."

  This response was acceptable, since the State funded OCare that was paying for this visit only allowed them to be here if they met certain criteria. Marriage is no longer a legal coupling, one of the few concessions the retro-conservs won from the peace talks after The Gender Wars, but cohabitation for a period longer than two years was.

  What I found most interesting was their nervousness in using the State funded care. Nearly everyone did now, and since the demand was so low, non-funded health care was pretty cheap. Heck, with nearly everything provided to me at my andro housing barracks, my stipend of 'fun' expenditures could easily afford the cost of a legally enforced gender checkup during pregnancy. Not that I would ever get pregnant, disgusting. Genetic tailoring and the use of synthetic wombs is such a cleaner option.

  "Very good. Let's take a look at your fetus shall we then?" I said as I down the chart, grabbed some latex gloves from the counter, wheeled closer, and pulled the ultrasound caddy closer.

  Everything checked out okay, with one exception. "Healthy, but sorry, it's a boy. As you know our current sector has too many male children. When would you like to schedule the termination, this afternoon, or sometime later this week?"

  The female unit started to cry.

title: [SP] Sorry, it's a boy.

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

What does the text say about the patient's ultrasound?

answer: The doctor notices that the fetus is healthy, but it's a boy. The doctor asks the patient when they would like to schedule the termination. The female unit starts to cry.

answer: The doctor notices that the fetus is healthy, but it's a boy. The doctor asks the patient when they would like to schedule the termination. The female unit starts to cry.

answer: The ultrasound results showed that the fetus is healthy but it's a boy. The doctors tell the patients that there are too many male children. They offer to schedule a termination.


text:
So the other day I was at home, bored, and the phone rings, I'm pretty sure it's a telemarketer so before I answer the phone, I decide I'm going to have a bit of fun.

I answer, sure enough, it's Rex Williams, telemarketer. I let him sell me his speel, but after a while I start to give him the wrap up, in the nicest way possible. But he's consistent, so I start my fun.

We get into a conversation about living life on a minimum wage as a telemarketer, and I give him advice, "To get a new job with better pay, and that God will be with him". The conversation goes for about 10 minutes and I leave him on his way, telling him I'm not interested.

Next day I get home, and there is a message on my answering machine. It's Rex Williams! He informs me that he has quit his previous job and has got a new one, which pays much more; all thanks to me!

Not two seconds after finishing the message the phone rings. You guessed it REX WILLIAMS!!! He answers with Hello Ben (not my real name)! Seeming overjoyed to hear from me! He tells me about his new job, (at a new call centre, probably the same one to be honest, I'm not an idiot!), and continues to try to sell me ANOTHER SPECIAL DEAL!

This time I have to turn him away, but Rex, I hope your life continues to get better and I'm glad I could help!

title: My New Indian Friend: Rex Williams the telemarketer

question: What's the telemarketer's name?

answer: Rex Williams

answer: The telemarketer's name is Rex Williams.

answer: Rex Williams

answer: Rex Williams

question: What do they start talking about?

answer: The minimum wage.

text: The answer should include the fact that Rex first tries to sell the narrator a product.

answer: The two start talking about life on a minimum wage as a telemarketer, and the narrator gives advice on how to find a better job.

text: The answer should include the fact that Rex first tries to sells the narrator a product.

refinement: First, Rex tries to sell the narrator a product. Then, the two start talking about life on a minimum wage as a telemarketer, and the narrator gives advice on how to find a better job.

answer: The conversation starts with Rex Williams trying to sell Ben a product. Ben is not interested and starts to give Rex advice on how to get a new job with better pay. They continue to talk about Rex's life and how he can improve it.

text: Ben is not the narrator's real name.

refinement: The conversation starts with Rex Williams trying to sell the narrator a product. The narrator is not interested and starts to give Rex advice on how to get a new job with better pay. They continue to talk about Rex's life and how he can improve it.

answer: They start talking about living life on a minimum wage as a telemarketer.

text: The answer should include the fact that Rex first tries to sells the narrator a product.

refinement: First, Rex tries to sell the narrator a product. Then, they start talking about living life on a minimum wage as a telemarketer.

question: Why did Rex leave a message?

answer: To tell the narrator he had quit his job and gotten a better one, thanks to the narrator.

answer: Rex left a message because he wanted to thank Ben for helping him find a new job.

text: Ben is not the narrator's real name.

refinement: Rex left a message because he wanted to thank the narrator for helping him find a new job.

answer: Rex left a message because he was grateful for the advice the narrator gave him, and wanted to thank the narrator.

answer: He left a message to thank Ben for the advice.

question: What happens next?

answer: Rex calls Ben again, this time to tell him about his new job.

text: The answer should include the fact that Rex tries to sell the narrator another product.

refinement: Rex calls Ben again, trying to sell another product.

answer: Rex calls the narrator from his new job.

text: The answer should include the fact that Rex tries to sell the narrator another product.

refinement: Rex calls the narrator from his new job and tries to sell him another product

answer: Rex Williams continues to try to sell me ANOTHER SPECIAL DEAL!

answer: Rex continues to work at his new job, and continues to call people to try to sell them something. He seems happy, and I'm glad I could help him out.

text: The answer should not include the use of first person pronouns.

refinement: Rex continues to work at his new job, and continues to call people to try to sell them something. He seems happy.

text: The answer should indicate that Rex tries to sell the narrator another product.

refinement: Rex calls the narrator, and again, tries to sell the narrator another product.

question: Write a ~6 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator is at home, bored, when the phone rings. It's a telemarketer, Rex Williams. The narrator decides to have a bit of fun. He pretends to be interested in the telemarketer's offer, and gives him advice on how to get a new job with better pay. The conversation lasts for about 10 minutes. The next day, the narrator gets a message on his answering machine from Rex Williams, who has quit his previous job and has got a new one, all thanks to the narrator. The narrator gets another call from Rex Williams, who is overjoyed to hear from the narrator.

text: The summary should include mention of the fact that Rex tries to sell the narrator a product a second time.

refinement: The narrator is at home, bored, when the phone rings. It's a telemarketer, Rex Williams. The narrator decides to have a bit of fun. He pretends to be interested in the telemarketer's offer, and gives him advice on how to get a new job with better pay. The conversation lasts for about 10 minutes. The next day, the narrator gets a message on his answering machine from Rex Williams, who has quit his previous job and has got a new one, all thanks to the narrator. The narrator gets another call from Rex Williams, who once again tries to sell him a product.

answer: Ben is bored at home and decides to have some fun with a telemarketer. He pretends to be interested in the product, but eventually tells the telemarketer he is not interested. The next day, the telemarketer calls back and tells Ben he has quit his previous job and has got a new one, which pays much more.

text: Ben is not the narrator's real name.

refinement: The narrator is bored at home and decides to have some fun with a telemarketer. He pretends to be interested in the product, but eventually tells the telemarketer he is not interested. The next day, the telemarketer calls back and tells the narrator he has quit his previous job and has got a new one, which pays much more.

text: The summary should mention the fact that the narrator tells Rex that he should try to get a better job.

refinement: The narrator is bored at home and decides to have some fun with a telemarketer. He pretends to be interested in the product, but eventually tells the telemarketer he is not interested. The narrator suggests that the telemarketer get a better paying job. The next day, the telemarketer calls back and tells the narrator he has quit his previous job and has got a new one, which pays much more.

text: The summary should include that at the end, Rex tries to sell the narrator a product.

refinement: The narrator is bored at home and decides to have some fun with a telemarketer. He pretends to be interested in the product, but eventually tells the telemarketer he is not interested. The narrator suggests that the telemarketer get a better paying job. The next day, the telemarketer calls back and tells the narrator he has quit his previous job and has got a new one, which pays much more.

answer: One day the narrator receives a call from a telemarketer that turns into a friendly conversation. The guy's name is Rex Williams. The two end up discussing the low minimum wage pay Rex is paid at this job and the narrator encourages Rex to seek out better opportunities. The next day the narrator comes home to a message from Rex thanking him for his advice and stating he had quit his job. Then, Rex calls the narrator to tell him all about it. The narrator hopes Rex' life continues to get better.

text: The summary should include that at the end, Rex tries to sell the narrator a product.

refinement: One day the narrator receives a call from a telemarketer that turns into a friendly conversation. The guy's name is Rex Williams. The two end up discussing the low minimum wage pay Rex is paid at this job and the narrator encourages Rex to seek out better opportunities. The next day the narrator comes home to a message from Rex thanking him for his advice and stating he had quit his job. Then, Rex calls the narrator to tell him all about it; however, Rex ends up trying to sell the narrator another product.

answer: The narrator gets a call from a telemarketer, Rex Williams, and decides to have some fun with him. They have a conversation about life on a minimum wage, and the narrator helps Rex find a new job that pays better. When Rex calls back the next day, he is overjoyed to hear from the narrator and continues to try to sell him something. The narrator has to turn him away, but wishes him all the best.


text:
Taking a deep breath, Daniel turned the knob. He walked into the room trying to assess his surroundings quickly while still maintaining his composure. The room was medium sized. Guards flanked the doors and lined the walls. The table in the center contained a machine, placed in front of its terrified operator, and wires leading towards--Daniel heard the door lock behind him, sealing him in with that ... _thing_. The creature lay in the center of the room, its presence consuming and demanding. It did nothing to warrant this attention, it lacked even the slightest hint of movement, yet it commanded the attention of every human. Daniel approached the table.

His steps reverberated throughout the room, cleaving the silence.

Each step brought discomfort.

Daniel hid is unease.

He wore his face like a mask.

But, his eyes tore the room apart instinctively, looking for separation.

Yet, he continued forward.

Daniel closed the distance between him and the thing until he was close enough to look down upon it.

He dragged the chair back. There was a sigh of relief in the room as the sound put an end to the silence. The guards readjusted their weapons; the operator began to fiddle with his equipment; and the thing … rippled. Perhaps it was a welcoming-- Daniel sneered, or a challenge. Daniel looked at the operator who continued to nervously fiddle with his equipment in a transfixed manner.

Daniel quickly lifted his briefcase onto the table, unconsciously determined to keep the silence at bay. The briefcase opened with a satisfying click. He spread the pages across his end of the table. He hadn’t even had time to read up on the literature before he was rushed here, so he slowly began to rustle through the documents one by one.

In one of the dossiers, Daniel saw pictures of the thing taken a few hours ago when it had first arrived. It looked ... different. Daniel dared a glance at the thing. It was duller now, more opaque, than it was in the photos. Its “flaps” and “fins” drooped, and its entire body looked like it was being compressed and squashed against the table. It reminded him of melted ice cream. Daniel’s stomach churned and he looked back down towards the reports. He only scanned the next fifty pages. In total, the reports said nothing about it in thousands of words. It was an enigma and unlike anything else.  He was the first. He had his shot before even the scientists could get their hands on it. He didn’t know whether to feel honored or terrified.

Daniel noticed a slight noise coming from the receiver on the table. Grimacing, Daniel picked up the receiver and placed it in his ear. He disliked this but it was “standard” procedure.

“What do you think you’re doing?” a voice demanded.

Daniel did not recognize the voice but it was filled with an arrogance that enraged him. Daniel turned his steely gaze towards one of the cameras.

“I assume you’d like me to know what it is exactly that I’m doing sir. Perhaps next time you should give me more time to read th--“

“Colonel Lehmann! You were sent to communicate with the threat and decide the best course of action. Now if you are incapable of this very simple task you will be relieved. Understood?”  That was the Secretary of Defense. How many bureaucrats hid in the shadows, watching with safety behind their cameras and walls? If you turned on a light would they scatter…?

“Crystal,” said Daniel.

He slid his papers away, clearing the field. He looked back at the thing’s side. It seemed even duller than the last time he had looked but he couldn’t be sure. Daniel nodded to the operator and received a shaky thumbs-up.

They were good to go. “Why are you here?” Daniel inquired.

The machine began to beep as the operator quickly worked on deciphering each letter into dots and dashes. Finally the operator slumped back into his seat. He fidgeted with items near him to occupy himself until it answered--if it answered.

Daniel felt the hairs on his neck rise and tasted ozone. There was a sharp crack as the operator dropped his pencil. Daniel looked around to see that the guards had raised their weapons slightly and the operator was stiff with his eyes staring straight out, staring slightly past the thing, like a deer caught in headlights. They sensed it too. The machine began to hiss with static. Then the voices began, like several people speaking at once, not fighting for air but sharing it.

“We are here as messengers,” the voices said.

Then the bureaucrats began. It started with disconcerted mumbling occasionally loud enough to be transmitted and then broke out into yelling and arguments. Daniel rubbed his temples. They were already at each other’s throats. Doing his best to ignore the receiver, Daniel glanced around the room admiring the unflinching guards. They held their weapons with a trained ease, confident in the superiority they provided. But in such a case as this, could they really be sure?

“What do you mean by “we?” Daniel said.

“Those who stand before you and those we represent.”

The thing’s--perhaps things’-- antennae gave a lazy dismissive flick. Could it really be multiple creatures?

“What are you?”

“There is no auditory representation of us. You may choose your own.”

“How many of you are here?”

“Just us.” The thing began to ripple more erratically. “We do not have time for this.”

Daniel leaned forward, “What is your message?”

“End all emission of electrical signals--immediately.”

The noise from the receiver broke into a roar. The bureaucrats knew exactly what was at stake. Economies would be crippled. Society and development would be flung decades back. Preventing a few people out of seven billion from using electrical signals is infeasible. Most importantly, even if it were possible, reelection after implementing such a procedure would not be.

“You want us to turn off all our wireless transmissions?”

The creature … expanded. “Yes.”

“We cannot.” Even with the continuous yelling, the humans listening in seemed to agree on this much. Daniel waited for the operator to transmit his message. He was slow in doing so, and his actions and responses were slurred like a man in daze.

Before the operator had transmitted the message, the static hissed from the machine again, causing the operator to nearly leap backwards into the arms of one of the guards.

“Why?!”

Daniel nearly flinched. His heartbeat quickened and he had to forcefully pace himself. In an effort to mask his unease he nonchalantly motioned for someone to bring him water. Daniel turned his impassive face towards the thing again with renewed hostility.

 “We do not trust you.” He heard the bureaucrats murmur an agreement--the stars must have been aligned.

The fins rippled and groups of voices took turns to speak, “Your emissions are a beacon, a beacon that could lead them to us or yourselves. They are close. And if they find you, they will destroy us all.”

“Who are they?”

“Nomads. Parasites. Conquerors. If they find you it will only be a matter of time before you reveal us. You _must_ stop”

Additional Info: This was originally a homework assignment. It's been long since completed and submitted and I wish to continue it for my own benefit. However, I feel like I hit a wall in the writing and can't continue. I want the encounter to end with hostility but I cannot get it to unfold in such a manner. Any critique and suggestions would be hugely appreciated.

title: [SF] The Encounter

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

What does the story say about what type of alien the creature is?

answer: The narrator describes the creature as an enigma and unlike anything else. it lacks even the slightest hint of movement, yet it commands the attention of every human. Daniel thinks that it looks like melted ice cream. The voices behind the machine tell Daniel that they are messengers, that the creature is one of those who represent them. The creature is multiple creatures and they are here as messengers. It says that Daniel's emissions are a beacon to something or someone dangerous.

text: Lacking movement only applies to the beginning, so this sentence can be rephrased to reflect that it's situational.

refinement: The narrator describes the creature as an enigma and unlike anything else. Even when it lacks the slightest hint of movement, it commands the attention of every human. Daniel thinks that it looks like melted ice cream. The voices behind the machine tell Daniel that they are messengers, that the creature is one of those who represent them. The creature is multiple creatures and they are here as messengers. It says that Daniel's emissions are a beacon to something or someone dangerous.

text: The creature as messenger is repeated, rephrase to convey this more precisely.

refinement: The narrator describes the creature as an enigma and unlike anything else. Even when it lacks the slightest hint of movement, it commands the attention of every human. Daniel thinks that it looks like melted ice cream. The voices behind the machine tell Daniel that the creature to whom the voices belong comes as messengers. It says that Daniel's emissions are a beacon to something or someone dangerous.

text: The last sentence is not relevant.

refinement: The narrator describes the creature as an enigma and unlike anything else. Even when it lacks the slightest hint of movement, it commands the attention of every human. Daniel thinks that it looks like melted ice cream. The voices behind the machine tell Daniel that the creature to whom the voices belong comes as messengers.

answer: No answer

answer: The narrator describes the creature as an enigma and unlike anything else. it lacks even the slightest hint of movement, yet it commands the attention of every human. Daniel thinks that it looks like melted ice cream. The voices behind the machine tell Daniel that they are messengers, that the creature is one of those who represent them. The creature is multiple creatures and they are here as messengers.

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

What does the story say about the protagonist?

answer: Daniel was sent to communicate with the threat and decide the best course of action. He is determined to keep the silence at bay. He is not afraid of the thing. He is the first to have a shot at it before the scientists could get their hands on it. Daniel is a man who is determined to do his job well. He is also a man who is not afraid of the unknown.

text: The last two sentences can be inferred from the text but are not explicitly stated and so exceed the question's scope.

refinement: Daniel was sent to communicate with the threat and decide the best course of action. He is determined to keep the silence at bay. He is not afraid of the thing. He is the first to have a shot at it before the scientists could get their hands on it.

answer: Daniel was sent to communicate with the threat and decide the best course of action. He is determined to keep the silence at bay. He is not afraid of the thing. He is the first to have a shot at it before the scientists could get their hands on it.

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

What does the story say about the creature?

answer: The thing is a mysterious creature that cries "end all emission of electrical signals". It claims to be a messenger, but Daniel and the others don't believe it. Daniel and the bureaucrats argue. The thing says it's a nomad, and that the electricity emissions a beacon that can lead to their destruction by the nomads.

text: Remove the second clause of the second sentence, as it's not supported by the text.

refinement: The thing is a mysterious creature that cries "end all emission of electrical signals". It claims to be a messenger. Daniel and the bureaucrats argue. The thing says it's a nomad, and that the electricity emissions a beacon that can lead to their destruction by the nomads.

text: Remove "it's a nomad"

refinement: The thing is a mysterious creature that cries "end all emission of electrical signals". It claims to be a messenger. Daniel and the bureaucrats argue. The thing says that the electricity emissions a beacon that can lead to their destruction by the nomads.

answer: The creature is a mysterious thing in the story. It is a being that has not been described in detail, but it is known to have some sort of communication with Daniel. The creature is also the reason why Daniel has been called to the facility. The creature is also the reason why Daniel is in danger.

answer: The creature is a mysterious thing in the story. It is a being that has not been described in detail, but it is known to have some sort of communication with Daniel. The creature is also the reason why Daniel has been called to the facility. The creature is also the reason why Daniel is in danger.

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

What does the alien creature want?

answer: The alien creature wants the humans to stop emitting electrical signals. The aliens are concerned that the humans' emissions could lead to the aliens' discovery.

answer: The alien creature wants the humans to stop emitting electrical signals.


text:
In a sun-drenched, sticky, tourist infected corner of Orlando, FL rests a Whole Foods Market. It was strategically planted within a few miles of Disney property in the hope we'd see our share of the tourist economy.

That's where I work as a customer service supervisor.

It's a very transient place. The tourists, our team members, upper management, everyone is always arriving or departing. We have a permenent Uber lane. There are little grab and go shampoos and shaving creams at every register. A whole section of our store is dedicated to hotel-related items. We even sell sandwiches in adorable, airplane shaped boxes. Every customer you meet is heading home soon and all the employees will tell you they're "forming an exit plan". You'll work with a guy for 6 months and one day he's vanished. The next thing you hear is a Facebook notification - "Loading up the car for Portland, wish me luck Orlando!"

As a result it can be easy to stop concerning yourself with the everyday details of those around you, even co-workers you see ten or twenty times a day. No one sticks around here.

Case in point, this Asian chick whose been working behind the Juice Bar for somewhere between 4 months to a year, I can never tell. It just so happens most of my day is spent in a customer service booth directly across from this Bar. At that distance, maybe 50 feet, we'd exchange simple gestures - a glance here or nod there. I can tell you very little about her. She's maybe 5'3 with Dark Brown, chin length hair pinned up into a crayola orange beanie and covered neck to knees in an over-sized, white chefs coat. That's about it. One of the few other things I'd noticed was a handwritten name tag reading, "Bok Choy" in black permenent marker.

I'll mention that this isn't so strange a thing to see on a name tag at Whole Foods Market. We have a store manager whom we regard as "Juice" because he's a 6'9 hipster with a bright orange Slayer beard. On any given day his name tag might say "Juice", "The Juice" or "Juiced". There's also a few hippies from the holistic team who renamed themselves after their astrological sign. A person's name tag can say literally anything here.

This day I decided to order a Juice, which is unusual for me. Approaching the register, I say, a bit loudly, "Hey, Bok Choy, what's up?".

A cold stare came back in my direction.

"My name is Melanie. Seriously, Jason? I'm wearing a name tag and everything."

I put a stupid look on my face and pointed at her chest. As I'm dropping my finger arrogantly towards the tag it finally hits me - the tag says "Favorite Vegetable". Not name, but "Favorite Vegetable". The real one, it turns out, was attached to her beanie.

Instead of stopping here, as would be prudent, I did as I often do and talked myself into a worse place.

"But you can see where that's confusing for me, right Melanie? I'm over there, you're over here. That's a name tag from 50 feet away. I have basically no vantage point on your beanie. Your head is obstructed by the wheatgrass grinder."

Now she starts laying on the sarcasm.

"But it says Bok Choy AND Favorite Vegetable, dude." The font is nearly the same size on both."

"But it's a name tag in the spot where normal people pin name tags! I'm not responsible for checking whether it, just this once, also says Favorite Vegetable."

"It's green", she says. "The name tag is green and has a little cauliflower head sticking out of the top of it. Did you also not notice those two things?"

"I was thinking the Produce team just got cool, custom ones. Listen, people get nick names around here, ya know?"

"And so you thought they nicknamed the new Asian girl Bok Choy and put it on her name tag?"

I ordered my juice. It was a Bombay Sunrise - OJ, Turmeric and Ginger. Needless to say, She took a few "liberties" with the recipe and I nearly spit fire.

title: [HM] Bok Choy

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

What does the story say about the narrator's relationship with Melanie?

answer: The narrator admits to being careless and unaware of the details about Melanie, despite the fact that they see each other every day. The narrator interacts with Melanie in a condescending, rude manner and does not seem to care about how their words might affect Melanie. The relationship between the narrator and Melanie is unprofessional and disrespectful.

text: It's an honest mistake the narrator makes, not malice or animosity between them. Admittedly, the mistake is horrible

refinement: Melanie works behind the juice bar, and the narrator works across her in the customer service booth. The two see each other on occasion. Melanie occasionally exchanges gestures (glances and nods) with the narrator. The narrator never spoke to her for almost a year before one day they went to order a juice.

answer: There doesn't seem to be a relationship between Melanie and the narrator. The narrator is just too wishy washy to attempt a real conversation with Melanie.

text: That is an odd interpretation of the narrator's reticence to get to know their co-worker due to the transitory nature of the space

refinement: Melanie works behind the juice bar, and the narrator works across her in the customer service booth. The two see each other on occasion. Melanie occasionally exchanges gestures (glances and nods) with the narrator. The narrator never spoke to her for almost a year before one day they went to order a juice.

answer: Melanie works behind the juice bar, and the narrator works across her in the customer service booth. The two see each other on occasion. Melanie occasionally exchanges gestures (glances and nods) with the narrator. The narrator developed a crush on Melanie, but he never took the initiative to talk to her.

text: The narrator did not develop a crush

refinement: Melanie works behind the juice bar, and the narrator works across her in the customer service booth. The two see each other on occasion. Melanie occasionally exchanges gestures (glances and nods) with the narrator. The narrator never spoke to her for almost a year before one day they went to order a juice.

answer: The narrator describes Melanie as someone who is physically distanced from him. He admits that he knows little about her and doesn't pay her much attention. He seems dismissive and disparaging of her, causing her to react badly to him. The relationship between the two seems unfriendly and adversarial.

text: It's a bit less serious than that, he just gets her name wrong

refinement: The narrator describes Melanie as someone who is physically distanced from him. He admits that he knows little about her and doesn't pay her much attention.

text: The real reason is that they work different counters

refinement: Melanie works behind the juice bar, and the narrator works across her in the customer service booth. The two see each other on occasion. Melanie occasionally exchanges gestures (glances and nods) with the narrator. The narrator never spoke to her for almost a year before one day they went to order a juice.

answer: Melanie is an Asian girl that has been working in a bar for several months and the narrator does not know much about her. One day, he wants to order a juice and address her with 'Bok Choy' as that is written on what he thought was her name tag. She gets upset as her name is Melanie. It turns out that the tag says "Favorite Vegetable", not her name and that the real one is attached to her beanie.

text: This verb should be in the 3rd person present active tense rather than the infinitive

refinement: Melanie is an Asian girl that has been working in a bar for several months and the narrator does not know much about her. One day, he wants to order a juice and addresses her with 'Bok Choy' as that is written on what he thought was her name tag. She gets upset as her name is Melanie. It turns out that the tag says "Favorite Vegetable", not her name and that the real one is attached to her beanie.