text:
“Whitefish, the Master”
The howling wind blew across the shutters like a cliche ruins a good beginning to a story. Not the beginning to a good story, for the story has yet to be determined whether or not it is good. Despite the obvious literary devices, we meet our hero, Whitefish. Whitefish, the ghost, the whisper, the living legend, the myth, Whitefish the mystery. Whitefish strode down the creaking hall of the abandoned mansion now called home. The mansion stood on a bluff, a mere sixty-eight feet from the ocean’s icy gaze. Abandoned, the mansion was a halfway home to those traveling through the area, but only its foyer, for the innermost recesses, where Whitefish resided, were “haunted”. These were simply superstitions, created by Whitefish to elude any unwanted visitors. Shouts and echoes, would drift down the halls, created by endless rants and ravings on new thoughts of rhetoric.

Whitefish was a self proclaimed writer, comparable to the great Greek orators such as Antiphon and Lysais, though the potential had gone unrecognized. To Whitefish’s dismay, the existence of such an individual in this provincial society was backward and deemed unnecessary. Whitefish rejected this society because the purpose of the writing was not for recognition or petty earnings, rather the thrill and excitement of the adventure stored within the next story, waiting to be unlocked by Whitefish’s genius. Whitefish digressed, because Whitefish’s existence had nothing to do with society, rather the life of a humble hermit. Each night, Whitefish paced along the rocky shoreline, illuminated by the full Moon’s iridescent glow, contemplating the universe and its enormity, fathoming the depths to which writing could take oneself. Each night, the manuscripts became longer, the memoir lengthening, the account of Whitefish developing into the esoteric mystery as scribbled by the one and only, Whitefish.

Whitefish’s story was being lived out as it was written, but Whitefish felt it was lackluster. While the solitary existence was Whitefish’s passion, the written word beckoned Whitefish out, into the world to experience more than a dusty mansion. Whitefish read from the mansion’s extensive library which contained thousands of books, where Whitefish would sit, gathering inspiration, watching the ominous waves creep up the shoreline. Whitefish sat for hours at a great Oak table contemplating how the story would pan out, how the characters would meet and get to know each other. How the setting could later create conflict. Small details that would foreshadow the downfall of a character, or the solution to the conflict. The complexity of Whitefish’s mind was somewhat of an enigma. Not to say bipolar, but the raging emotions had cultivated from a life of abandonment and rejection, which left a negative impression on Whitefish. The emotions were not all bad. Whitefish was indeed insane. Left to its own devices, Whitefish had grown paranoid, crazed from the lack of human interaction. At any point in time, Whitefish work on several pieces of literature, ranging from full blown novels, to snippets of interior monologue, though all the while, Whitefish worked on the memoir that would be finished only by the swift hands of Satan himself. This ending would come sooner than Whitefish could have thought.

On a cool autumn evening, the sun had already set and Whitefish sat at the great Oak table when Satan smiled. Whitefish looked to a mural painted on the ceiling of the library and head cocked to one side, Whitefish had an epiphany. The ending to the memoir. The finality that would make the story a legend. A message to future generations of the struggles of the past, of the sacrifices of the future. An ending that would come true. Whitefish had been writing the memoir piece by piece after various significant events, but now, Whitefish felt guilty. The ending would be written before its prophetic demands could be met. But Whitefish was true to its word. Palms sweating, Whitefish jotted down the last paragraphs of the memoir. Once finished, Whitefish set the pages of the story in the middle of the table and stood up. Whitefish walked to the window and leaned a hand upon a pane, gazing out to the vast emptiness of the ocean. Whitefish took the back door out to the patio and stood at the edge of the bluff.

Each step down the bluff depressed the sand, pushing it out as if repelled by the awe of a courageous hero. The tall grasses billowed in the cool autumn breeze, rustling with the soft waves that caressed the smooth rocks, one by one. At the bottom of the bluff, Whitefish stopped. Unprotected, the breeze nipped at Whitefish’s ankles, but to no avail. No shiver or goosebump was aroused by the breeze’s beckon. The rocks, about the size of a fist, were slippery. They were unpleasant to tread upon. Whitefish showed no pain, but the weight of the world burst out its eyes. They showed the thrill of entering the next story, of finishing the old, but the impending doom scrapped the Earth behind Whitefish, pulling back away from the icy depths of the ocean ahead. Whitefish stopped again, this time at the water’s edge. Each push of the ocean moistened the bare feet of Whitefish. Another step forward cast Whitefish several inches below the surface. The next step sent several more inches. Paralyzing shivers spiked up through Whitefish’s body.Whitefish was now waist deep in the dark water. During the following steps, panic arose from deep within the animal instincts that begged Whitefish to return to the shore, to pursue life, not just a good story. Eyes twitching, Whitefish ignored the pleas and tread further into the water, until Whitefish could no longer touch the rocky ocean floor. The air slowly escaped Whitefish’s lungs until the nearly lifeless body was submerged.

title: Whitefish, the Master

question: Who is Whitefish?

answer: Whitefish is a writer who commits suicide by drowning themselves in the ocean.

answer: Whitefish is a ghost, a whisper, a living legend, a myth, a mystery. Whitefish is a self-proclaimed writer.

text: I think this could be written more succinctly.

text: There could be a supporting detail.

refinement: Whitefish is a self-proclaimed writer, comparable to the Greek orators.

text: That he dies by suicide in the ocean seems to be important.

refinement: Whitefish is a self-proclaimed writer, comparable to the Greek orators. He died by committing suicide in the ocean.

answer: Whitefish is a hermit who lives in an abandoned mansion.

text: It's important to add he's a self-proclaimed writer.

refinement: Whitefish is a hermit who lives in an abandoned mansion. He is a self-proclaimed writer, comparable to the great Greek orators.

text: It's important to note he committed suicide.

refinement: Whitefish is a hermit who lives in an abandoned mansion. He is a self-proclaimed writer, comparable to the great Greek orators. He commits suicide by sea.

answer: Whitefish is a great literary mind who lives as a hermit and writes constantly.

text: It's important to add the fact of his suicide.

refinement: Whitefish is a great literary mind who lives as a hermit and writes constantly. He committed suicide by sea.

question: How does the story end?

answer: The story ends with the main character, Whitefish, committing suicide by drowning themselves in the ocean.

text: Eyes twitching, Whitefish ignored the pleas and tread further into the water, until Whitefish could no longer touch the rocky ocean floor. The air slowly escaped Whitefish’s lungs until the nearly lifeless body was submerged.

answer: The story ends with Whitefish committing suicide by drowning.

text: Eyes twitching, Whitefish ignored the pleas and tread further into the water, until Whitefish could no longer touch the rocky ocean floor. The air slowly escaped Whitefish’s lungs until the nearly lifeless body was submerged.

answer: Whitefish writes about his suicide in his memoir, and then commits suicide.

text: Eyes twitching, Whitefish ignored the pleas and tread further into the water, until Whitefish could no longer touch the rocky ocean floor. The air slowly escaped Whitefish’s lungs until the nearly lifeless body was submerged.

answer: Whitefish commits suicide by drowning.

text: Eyes twitching, Whitefish ignored the pleas and tread further into the water, until Whitefish could no longer touch the rocky ocean floor. The air slowly escaped Whitefish’s lungs until the nearly lifeless body was submerged.

question: How does Whitefish die?

answer: Whitefish dies by drowning.

text: Eyes twitching, Whitefish ignored the pleas and tread further into the water, until Whitefish could no longer touch the rocky ocean floor. The air slowly escaped Whitefish’s lungs until the nearly lifeless body was submerged.

answer: He drowns himself in the ocean.

text: Eyes twitching, Whitefish ignored the pleas and tread further into the water, until Whitefish could no longer touch the rocky ocean floor. The air slowly escaped Whitefish’s lungs until the nearly lifeless body was submerged.

answer: Whitefish commits suicide by drowning in the ocean.

text: Eyes twitching, Whitefish ignored the pleas and tread further into the water, until Whitefish could no longer touch the rocky ocean floor. The air slowly escaped Whitefish’s lungs until the nearly lifeless body was submerged.

answer: Whitefish commits suicide by drowning.

text: Eyes twitching, Whitefish ignored the pleas and tread further into the water, until Whitefish could no longer touch the rocky ocean floor. The air slowly escaped Whitefish’s lungs until the nearly lifeless body was submerged.

question: Who does Whitefish aspire to be like?

answer: Whitefish aspires to be like the great Greek orators such as Antiphon and Lysais.

text: Whitefish was a self proclaimed writer, comparable to the great Greek orators such as Antiphon and Lysais, though the potential had gone unrecognized.

answer: Antiphon and Lysais

text: I would expound upon that for the sake of a reader who is not immediately familiar with the names.

refinement: Whitefish aspires to be like the great Greek orators such as Antiphon and Lysais.

text: Whitefish was a self proclaimed writer, comparable to the great Greek orators such as Antiphon and Lysais, though the potential had gone unrecognized.

answer: Whitefish aspires to be like Antiphon and Lysias.

text: I would expound upon that for the benefit of a reader who's not acquainted with the names.

refinement: Whitefish aspires to be like Antiphon and Lysias.

text: Whitefish aspires to be like the great Greek orators such as Antiphon and Lysais.

answer: From the passage, it is clear that Whitefish aspires to be like great orators such as Antiphon and Lysias.

text: Whitefish aspires to be like the great Greek orators such as Antiphon and Lysais.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Whitefish, a hermetic writer, writes about his suicide in his memoir and then carries out that suicide.

answer: The story is about a writer named Whitefish who lives in an abandoned mansion and is writing a memoir.

text: The suicide needs to be part of this summary.

refinement: The story is about a writer named Whitefish who lives in an abandoned mansion and is writing a memoir. He commits suicide, despairing of his loneliness and lack of fame, by drowning himself in the ocean.

answer: The protagonist, Whitefish, is a writer who has been living in an abandoned mansion for years. One day, Whitefish has an epiphany and decides to end their life by drowning in the ocean.

answer: The protagonist, Whitefish, commits suicide by drowning in the ocean, in order to finish their final story.

text: I would add that he fancies himself a prolific writer.

refinement: The protagonist, Whitefish, thinks of himself as a prolific writer, and commits suicide by drowning in the ocean, in order to finish their final story.


split: train

text:
(Burnt-Sienna)
I awake to the view of my alarm clock. It reads 9 o’clock AM. I put more effort forward than I’d like to admit was needed to remember if it was a weekend or not, and whether I needed to get my hung-over ass out of bed and prepare for work. After a considerable time of searching through the foggy wasteland that is my mind I remember that last night was Friday, making this morning Saturday. I make the promise to myself that I make, and break, every time I wake up like this. “I will stop drinking this week.” A small sigh of relief escapes my lips, as I realize I get to just relax and ease my way into the morning. I look out across the white rolling ocean of silk that is my sheets, and past that through the window to the expanse of the city, the AM sun creeping over the cloud-brushing skyscrapers lighting my white studio apartment that early morning yellow color that brings a warming sensation to the room.
I look around at the messy sprawl of clothes and other assorted items on my apartment floor and something catches my eye. Is that, a dress? My eyes roll across the room inspecting for separate evidence of a body to accompany the mysterious dress. My eyes gloss over the bedroom, and past the kitchen to rest upon the bathroom door. The light is present under the door signifying occupancy. The door opens, and out comes a pair of eyes. I describe this person as such because there is no other way to first take in this woman. Her eyes are a gentle green, the kind that makes your heart beat just a little faster, the kind that’ll make your sole melt, the kind that make you want to just trust. Curly burnt-sienna colored locks roll down across the cascade of pale, flawless skin that is her neck and shoulders. She notices me right away, and just looks at me, her mouth curls up into a smile, and I vaguely recall her asking to take a sweatshirt and some sweats to depart in, and I vaguely remember mumbling a “Yes” as my eyes are unable to be separate from her. She slowly dresses, gracefully pulling sweats over the length of her legs. They loosely hang off her hips, and as I continue to marvel at her grace I remind myself I should say something, but it’s as though I’m trapped within the confines of my own mind. I can’t say anything, I can’t do anything but just admire. I continue to fight my brain, to escape this prison, to express that she should stay for breakfast, or that we could go somewhere together; but all I can do is mindlessly gaze at her as I watch her pull my sweatshirt overhead. The morning sun is reflecting off her flowing burnt-sienna locks, constituting a magnificent luster to the color. I look on, fighting to unlock my brain, as easily the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, looks me in the eyes with those gentle green eyes, the ones that locked me in this state originally, smiles, thanks me for a good night, and exits my apartment.
I lay here; pondering my paralysis, and feelings of regret and failure wash over me. I steam about my incompetence, “How could I let her go?” I keep asking myself bitterly. I brew coffee, and cannot take my mind off this woman. She captured my heart, in less than five seconds, makeup-less, and half naked. I can’t help but think that I’ll never get that opportunity again, and swear to myself that if I ever find a girl, who does this to me again I will not  lock up. I will not let my anxious brain destroy my hopes of the life I want to live. I live an easy life, where my only goals are to live stress free, and find someone to make me happy, and I just know I missed an opportunity today. I don’t know where I met this woman, and I don’t know how I possibly managed to get her to stay a night with me, but I will remember her, and I tell myself that I will not forget her.
A few days pass, but she is still emblazoned deep into the confines of my mind, as I try to continue and live my life working at the local diner. I take break around 10 AM, and just sit there in one of the many booths. It’s been days and I haven’t taken my mind off her for more than an hour. I can’t escape the gripping feeling that I let something amazing slip through my fingers. I’m sitting here brooding, but also happy that while preoccupied with her I’d maintained alcohol free for the past few days, when someone slides into the booth across the table from me. I look up and lock eyes with those same, warm, gentle green eyes from before. The same burnt-sienna colored curls spilling down to her shoulders, only this time it was fastened up into a lazy ponytail.  She’d brought my sweats and sweatshirt and set them down at the table. She looks across at me, purses her lips as though she’s going to say something, but seems hesitant, and closes them. She looks at me for a second and I’m locked up again, I’m again fighting my brain just to take my eyes off of her and say something. There is nothing else like her and I cannot blow this opportunity again. She starts to get up to leave, and I know I have to say something now. As she’s about to exit the booth I finally break the chains of my mind that were holding me back, and say to her “Hey wait! Would you like to join me for breakfast?” She sits back down, directly across from me. She looks at me for a split second, and appears to be thinking. The second seems to pass at an infinitely slow measure. She looks at me, smiles, and says “I’d love to.”

Sorry I'm bad with formatting.

title: [RO] Burnt-Sienna (Feedback Welcomed.)

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

Summarize the narrator's regrets.

answer: The narrator regrets just letting a woman they had slept with simply abscond their apartment without saying more to her or asking her to stay. The narrator does not seem to know much about her, but they wish they did. Then they regret the extenuation of the missed opportunity before they see her again, at work.

text: The last sentence is repetitive

refinement: The narrator regrets just letting a woman they had slept with simply abscond their apartment without saying more to her or asking her to stay. The narrator does not seem to know much about her, but they wish they did.

text: Remove "just" to make the sentence flow better

refinement: The narrator regrets letting a woman they had slept with simply abscond their apartment without saying more to her or asking her to stay. The narrator does not seem to know much about her, but they wish they did.

answer: He claims to have many regrets. He regrets his indecision and regretfully mentions that he blew an opportunity again. In reality, he only has one regret and that is in trying to fix his mistake. He only tried to fix the consequence of his regret, which is that he never pronounced himself before the girl had gone.

text: The last two sentences don't add anything and are confusingly worded

refinement: He claims to have many regrets. He regrets his indecision and regretfully mentions that he blew an opportunity again.

text: Be more specific; he regrets not saying anything to the woman

refinement: He claims to have many regrets. He regrets not saying anything to the woman before she left, because she has captured his heart, but he doesn't even know who she is.

answer: The narrator regrets not having said something earlier to the woman that he saw in his apartment. He also regrets letting her go and letting a chance to get to know her slip through his fingers. He feels that she is the most beautiful girl he has seen and regrets missing the opportunity to get to know her.

answer: The narrator regrets missing an opportunity to pursue a relationship with a unique woman who came into his life for a brief period, and put off pursuing a connection because he was too preoccupied by his own anxiety. He regrets wasting the chance to make something meaningful happen and wishes he could go back to that moment and act differently.

answer: The narrator wakes up with the feeling that something is off. Looking around his apartment and seeing a dress, he becomes mesmerized by the girl he is with. He falls in love and eventually sparks up a conversation with her. She let him join her on a breakfast date.

text: Irrelevant response

text: Provide a response

refinement: The narrator regrets letting the woman leave his apartment without saying anything to her or finding out who she is.

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

What does this story have to say about opportunities?

answer: The story suggests that opportunities are fleeting. The unnamed protagonist recognizes that this mysterious woman, who captivated him, could have been a unique opportunity missed. The protagonist is regretful but also hopeful that if given another opportunity, the outcome will be different and he will not restrict himself with his own anxieties.

answer: This story suggests opportunities must not be taken for granted, because it is difficult to predict what could happen or what could be lost if chances are not taken.

answer: The response to that is twofold: on one hand, the narrator experiences a vast well of regret after they realize they missed an opportunity to get to know a woman to whom they are immensely attracted, and it's not fun to go through that sort of regret. On the other hand, a missed opportunity is only that as long as one lets it be that-the narrator has another opportunity when she comes to the diner where they work. They seize it, so the message regarding opportunities seems to be to take them.

answer: The narrator thinks about how he missed an opportunity for a potential relationship after meeting a perfect woman. He feels like he "let something amazing slip through their fingers". Relationships do not grow overnight and people miss opportunities at times because they are preoccupied or too nervous to act. The narrator believes that if given a second chance, he won't fail to act.

text: The second-to-last sentence is a general statement that doesn't really relate to the story

refinement: The narrator thinks about how he missed an opportunity for a potential relationship after meeting a perfect woman. He feels like he "let something amazing slip through their fingers". The narrator believes that if given a second chance, he won't fail to act.

answer: The narrator's opportunity to, at the very least, make a move or express an invitation, was lost because of his hesitation. This may have been due to much internal monologue. If he had said something sooner, he may have had his chance. However, he had not. Despite this, there was a second chance until it felt like the narrator had blown that, too. But she sat across from him; if he had tried to talk to her again, he probably would have succeeded in at least getting to know more about her. The second she sat across from him, he tried, but she was also hesitant.

text: Everything from "however, he had not" on is confusing and seems to contradict the text

refinement: The narrator's opportunity to, at the very least, make a move or express an invitation, was lost because of his hesitation. This may have been due to much internal monologue. If he had said something sooner, he may have had his chance.

text: The second sentence is not relevant to the question

refinement: The narrator's opportunity to, at the very least, make a move or express an invitation, was lost because of his hesitation. If he had said something sooner, he may have had his chance.

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

Summarize the plot twist.

answer: The protagonist wakes up Saturday morning to find an unidentified woman in their apartment. After much hesitation, the protagonist asks the woman out to breakfast. The woman accepts, and it is revealed that she is the same woman from the protagonist's apartment. The protagonist realizes they missed an opportunity and vows not to do so again.

text: Completely misrepresents what happens in the story and doesn't answer the question

text: Provide a response

refinement: The narrator regrets letting the woman leave without saying anything to her. Then, while the narrator is on a break at the diner he works at, he thinks about her and happens to see her across from him.

answer: The narrator has been consumed by the what-ifs following their last magical encounter with a woman to whom they are very attracted, and who spent the night at their place. When she shows up at the narrator's place of work, the narrator seems to get the chance to remedy the situation, but the narrator freezes. It seems like the girl is just going to leave, but finally the narrator interrupts her departure to ask if she would like to have breakfast. She happily agrees to do so, and sits back down with the narrator.

answer: A woman enters the narrator's apartment and asks him for a sweatshirt and some sweats to use. The narrator wakes up and realizes that he is attracted to the woman, but cannot do anything to express his feelings toward her. The woman leaves and the narrator regrets not saying anything to her. Another woman appears with the same features as the first one, and by the end of the story, she joins the narrator for breakfast and he offers to take this one out.

text: The first sentence is irrelevant

refinement: The narrator wakes up and realizes that he is attracted to the woman, but cannot do anything to express his feelings toward her. The woman leaves and the narrator regrets not saying anything to her. Another woman appears with the same features as the first one, and by the end of the story, she joins the narrator for breakfast and he offers to take this one out.

text: The same woman appears in the cafe

refinement: The narrator wakes up and realizes that he is attracted to the woman, but cannot do anything to express his feelings toward her. The woman leaves and the narrator regrets not saying anything to her. The woman reappears in the cafe where the narrator works, and she joins the narrator for breakfast and he offers to take this one out.

text: "he offers to take this one out" doesn't seem to reflect anything in the input

refinement: The narrator wakes up and realizes that he is attracted to the woman, but cannot do anything to express his feelings toward her. The woman leaves and the narrator regrets not saying anything to her. The woman reappears in the cafe where the narrator works, and she joins the narrator for breakfast.

answer: The narrator sees a woman exiting the bathroom of his apartment, and is immediately taken by her. However, later in the day, she appears again at the diner. The narrator expresses his desire to have breakfast with her, and she agrees.

answer: A few days after the girl's departure from his apartment, the narrator notices her again, this time in the dining area of a restaurant where he works. He does not know if she will recognize him, so he first lets her know about his interest in her. She smiles, gladfully accepts and joins him for breakfast - their next date.

text: The narrator doesn't worry that she won't remember him

refinement: A few days after the girl's departure from his apartment, the narrator notices her again, this time in the dining area of a restaurant where he works. She smiles, gladfully accepts and joins him for breakfast - their next date.

text: Note that the narrator invites the woman to join him for breakfast

refinement: A few days after the girl's departure from his apartment, the narrator notices her again, this time in the dining area of a restaurant where he works. The narrator invites her to join him for breakfast. She smiles, gladfully accepts and joins him for breakfast - their next date.

text: Fix "gladfully"

refinement: A few days after the girl's departure from his apartment, the narrator notices her again, this time in the dining area of a restaurant where he works. The narrator invites her to join him for breakfast. She smiles, gladly accepts and joins him for breakfast - their next date.

text: "their next date" is unnecessary

refinement: A few days after the girl's departure from his apartment, the narrator notices her again, this time in the dining area of a restaurant where he works. The narrator invites her to join him for breakfast. She smiles, gladly accepts and joins him for breakfast.


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

No reply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

title: Perspectives (998 words)

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

Explain the motivations a kidnapper might have had for taking the narrator.

answer: The kidnapper likely had the narrator taken in order to control him or her, as the narrator consistently resisted authority figures. The kidnapper likely wanted to imprison the narrator indefinitely, in order to play with their power over the narrator. This level of control and manipulation is likely a way of satisfying the kidnapper's need to exert power.

text: There are no kidnappers in the story, the narrator was not kidnapped. Instead, he was taken by the personnel of the Northwood Mental Asylum since he is a danger to society.

refinement: There are no kidnappers in the story, the narrator was not kidnapped. Instead, he was taken by the personnel of the Northwood Mental Asylum since he is a danger to society.

answer: He's labeled as a possibly crazy vet, so someone might have been attempting to exploit his mental health and needed to keep him under control. Alternatively, someone may have been truly trying to help him, but awareness of his own PTSD and the stigma almost certainly caused him to see any intervention from outsiders as hostile.

answer: It is unclear how and why the kidnappers found the narrator. Perhaps he has wanted, or there was a warrant out for his arrest due to a previous breakdown. He allegedly had set fire to his ex's dog, so she likely phoned the police. She might have clued them into his current whereabouts, but he could have also had no recollection of his crime, and maybe he hadn't been on the lam. It is likely that after the massacre he allegedly committed, there were advertisements calling for tips to lead to his capture, but the course of action the narrator took between his actions and when he is found are not detailed.

answer: One potential motivation for the kidnapper taking the narrator might have been purely for experimentation since the narrator appears to have contracted a virus. Alternatively, it is possible that the kidnapper wanted to interrogate the narrator for information about the virus in order to protect themselves or other people from infection.

text: There are no kidnappers in the story, the narrator was not kidnapped. Instead, he was taken by the personnel of the Northwood Mental Asylum since he is a danger to society.

refinement: There are no kidnappers in the story, the narrator was not kidnapped. Instead, he was taken by the personnel of the Northwood Mental Asylum since he is a danger to society.

answer: They didn't know why they did it and it was just because he was in a traumatic state and broke into their house.

text: There are no kidnappers in the story, the narrator was not kidnapped. Instead, he was taken by the personnel of the Northwood Mental Asylum since he is a danger to society.

refinement: There are no kidnappers in the story, the narrator was not kidnapped. Instead, he was taken by the personnel of the Northwood Mental Asylum since he is a danger to society.

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

Why might the narrator, Mitchell, not recall anything about the heinous crime he is thought to have committed?

answer: Time lag. He was already in a state of shock from the horrifying event at the mall. He is brought to a place for mental health assessment and then presumably has his memories suppressed again by the system that had him committed. Also, he likely may have come to believe he had not escaped at all.

text: It is implied that the cause of the issue is trauma from his time in the war.

refinement: The story implies that Mitchell is a war veteran with PTSD so he has hallucinations and does not realize he has committed a massacre.

answer: The "kidnappers" state that he has had a mental breakdown. They also say that he was stationed in Iraq, so presumably he's not only a military veteran, but one who saw combat. He might have been exposed to a lot of traumatic events-maybe he even took part in them-and cannot bear to remember. Dissociation is common for survivors, and that could mean he has no concrete recollection of who he is or what he's done.

answer: Mitchell is likely suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress, a diagnosis that would cause him to lose track of what has happened. The trauma of having witnessed the infected also may cause him to have momentary blackouts or make him feel disconnected from reality.

text: the infected are part of his hallucinations.

refinement: Mitchell is likely suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress, that would cause him to lose track of what has happened.

answer: It's commonplace in stories where memory is erased to have the character regain faculties like memory over time. This can be visualized in stories where their used to be nothing but then leads to their experiences coming back to them in flashes.

text: The response is vaguely written and does not seem

refinement: The story implies that Mitchell is a war veteran with PTSD so he has hallucinations and does not realize he has committed a massacre.

answer: Mitchell is experiencing post-traumatic stress, making him disoriented and unable to recall what happened. This feeling could also make him panic and lash out when the opportunity arises, leading to his arrest and assigned blame for the massacre.


text:
August 26th, 2018 - 12:00 PM

[Death Cab for Cutie – Thank You For Today]

CLEAN AS A WHISTLE

Alt-rock mainstays Death Cab for Cutie have achieved something remarkable with their latest studio album, _Thank You For Today_, that they could perfectly sum up their record through its title and album art. Depicting a sky image within a larger border with some tricky shapes tossed in from clipart for flair, it is bland, poppy, upbeat and defeatedly functional. _Thank You For Today_ as a title sounds like a message on a greeting card. The album-title-over-sky effect looks like a trumped-up ripoff of the already boring album cover for LCD Soundsystem’s _American Dream_, which is a comparison _Thank You For Today_ would slobber at the mouth for. This new record, the ninth full-length studio effort by the five-piece, leans definitively into a contemporary pop sound, incorporating electronic elements into their sound, just like pretty much every other indie band over the past few years. Why beat against the current when you can swim right into it? Someday, someone is going to have to classify this ever-expanding field of indietronica, but this Death Cab for Cutie record is not that day.

To the credit of frontman Ben Gibbard and company, _Thank You For Today_ has a palpable current of energy running through its tight 38-minute running time. There’s hardly a wasted second across these ten tracks, but it must be said that some of the material filling in that space is questionable. The album opens with two energetic tracks, “I Dreamt We Spoke Again” and “Summer Years.” The latter is an album highlight with an unstoppable rhythm section, which offers a good introduction into the record’s sound. However, the record fails to pick up on its most interesting elements and immediately dives head first back into modern pop with the autotuned “Gold Rush,” which actually has some entertaining backing instrumentals at parts but is otherwise overwhelmed by grating vocals. Grating vocals are a running theme on _Thank You For Today_, along with lyrics that fail to break out of the community college poetry class mold, especially on the following track, “Your Hurricane,” which carries some real groaners like, “Heaven is just a hole in the sky,” and “…When your wreckage washes up on my shore…”

To the record’s credit all of the tracks are well-produced and contain a number of interesting ideas, but they more often than not feel overproduced, jumbling too many ideas together without fully developing any of them. And overlayed over all of that is auto-tuned singing that is not poorly used but quickly overstays its welcome, even as it takes up the majority of the record. This overproduction leaves _Thank You For Today_ feeling dryer than a bone. It is a shame because the tracks on this record are not boring, in fact, songs like “Northern Lights” and “Near/Far” are exciting, with simple drum beats and bass lines that work well together to create a tight, pop framework that just feels wasted being paired with lame-duck vocals and lyrics. The result is a track listing of songs that come across without personality or even a heart, which is disappointing from one of the pre-eminent emo-pop acts of the 2000s. The only thread tying anything together is Gibbard singing about the sky, or what the sky looks like, or what the sky represents–seriously there are at least three songs built around the image of the sky, which is just irritating by the end of the record as opposed to tying anything together. Even the most emo track on the record, “You Moved Away,” depicting a breakup of a relationship, is just not compelling relying on its emotional content.

Overall, it’s kind of like a boring Arctic Monkeys record without any British wit to bolster it. The feeling is just that, nine records in, the boys driving the Death Cab just were not inspired enough on this new record, preferring a product sharp, clean and poppy to the point of breaking.

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

Summarize the critic's sentiments about the album "Thank You for Today".

answer: The critic criticizes the bland cover of the album, which they say looks like a trumped-up ripoff of LCD Soundsystem's "American Dream". They think the title of the album is a message on a greeting card and the music selections look overproduced and stale. They dislike when vocal chords are acting beyond their capacity.

text: The complaint about the vocals is not quite accurate.

refinement: The critic criticizes the bland cover of the album, which they say looks like a trumped-up ripoff of LCD Soundsystem's "American Dream". They think the title of the album is a message on a greeting card and the music selections look overproduced and stale. They dislike the auto-tuned singing that takes up the majority of the record.

text: Second sentence is confusingly phrased.

refinement: The critic criticizes the bland cover of the album, which they say looks like a trumped-up ripoff of LCD Soundsystem's "American Dream". They think the title of the album sounds like a message on a greeting card and the music is overproduced and stale. They dislike the auto-tuned singing that takes up the majority of the record.

answer: The album is bland, poppy and defeatedly functional. The album cover is bland and looks like a trumped-up ripoff of the album cover for LCD Soundsystem's album "American Dream". The record leans definitively into a contemporary pop sound. The song "You Moved Away" is the most emo track on the record, but it is not compelling because it relies on its emotional content.

text: The answer should touch on their complaints about the production and vocals.

refinement: The album is bland, poppy and defeatedly functional. The album cover is bland and looks like a trumped-up ripoff of the album cover for LCD Soundsystem's album "American Dream". The record leans definitively into a contemporary pop sound. The song "You Moved Away" is the most emo track on the record, but it is not compelling because it relies on its emotional content. They find the album to be overproducted and underdeveloped, with the auto-tuned singing that takes up the bulk of the record quickly overstaying its welcome.

answer: The critic believes that the album is dull and boring. They think that the band sounds like they are just going through the motions. The critic also believes that the album is overproduced.

answer: The critic criticizes the bland cover of the album, which they say looks like a trumped-up ripoff of LCD Soundsystem's "American Dream" (with its album art). They think the title of the album is a message on a greeting card and the music selections look overproduced and stale. They dislike when vocal chords are acting beyond their capacity.

answer: The critic, who is presumably someone directly affiliated with the rock band, feels that the album is a bland, defeatly functional contemporary pop song with electronic dance motifs that rely on overproduction to dull the experience of listening. The critic also feels the intensity in some songs are stunted by autotuned vocals that quickly become fatiguing.

text: The critic being directly affiliated with the band is unattested.

refinement: The critic feels that the album is a bland, defeatly functional contemporary pop song with electronic dance motifs that rely on overproduction to dull the experience of listening. The critic also feels the intensity in some songs are stunted by autotuned vocals that quickly become fatiguing.

text: The album consists of multiple songs; the phrasing should reflect that.

refinement: The critic feels that the album consists of bland, defeatly functional contemporary pop songs with electronic dance motifs that rely on overproduction to dull the experience of listening. The critic also feels the intensity in some songs are stunted by autotuned vocals that quickly become fatiguing.

answer: The critic believes that the album is dull and boring. They think that the band sounds like they are just going through the motions. The critic also believes that the album is overproduced. They think that the album is not very interesting.

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

Summarize the author's general musical tastes, based on this review.

answer: Hard rock, more specifically, punk rock / heavy metal.

text: This answer is unattested.

text: The answer should mention how they dislike bland, poppy, upbeat music.

refinement: They seem to dislike bland, poppy, upbeat music, especially the brand of indietronica Death Cab for Cutie's new record falls into.

answer: No answers

answer: Hip-hop music.

answer: The author seems to be a fan of indie rock, as they describe Death Cab for Cutie as "one of the pre-eminent emo-pop acts of the 2000s." They are also a fan of LCD Soundsystem, as they compare the album art of Death Cab for Cutie's album to LCD Soundsystem's.

answer: The author seems to prefer music that is more experimental and less poppy.

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

Explain what the reviewer finds remarkable about this album.

answer: No answer

text: What they find remarkable is that the album was perfectly summed up the record with their title and artwork.

refinement: What they find remarkable is that the band managed to perfectly sum up their record with its title and album art.

answer: The reviewer finds it remarkable that Death Cab for Cutie was able to sum up their record through its title and album art.

answer: The reviewer notes that the album is remarkable because it perfectly sums up its own title and album art. The album cover, for instance, is a bland, poppy, upbeat and defeatedly functional sky image. The title, Thank You For Today, sounds like a message on a greeting card.

answer: The reviewer notes that Death Cab for Cutie managed to sum their album through its title and album art - 'clean as a whistle'. Despite being bland, the title suggests that there is more to it than meets the eye.

text: The title isn't "clean as a whistle".

refinement: The reviewer notes that Death Cab for Cutie managed to sum their album through its album art and title, "Thank You For Today". Despite being bland, the title suggests that there is more to it than meets the eye.

text: It is inaccurate to state that there is more to the title than meets the eye--the author is arguing the opposite.

refinement: The reviewer notes that Death Cab for Cutie managed to sum their album through its album art and title, "Thank You For Today".


text:
My brother wasn’t really alive when he died. His soul was empty, his mind was vacant. Every needle gave him temporary euphoria yet the drugs took back what he owed them. Every time he stabbed a needle into him, he bled; he was left to die in a fashion as meaningless and trivial as his life, leaving the rest of us to navigate this maze of a hell hole.
I walked into the entrance of the courtyard, the building as gray and monotonous as the cold winter sky. The courtyard was empty. I passed by the one lone tree of the courtyard. Its charcoal branches, twisted and bare seemed to reach out like hands trying to clutch something out of reach. The piss-stained stairwell felt cold and damp, the rat inhabitants of the building scuttled past, hungry desperate, scavenging for their next meal, whatever it takes.
The city felt a world away yet it was just out the door. The building was just a facade so the outside world could ignore us. On the outside the businessmen stepped around the homeless, the junkies, the rodents of the city like discarded rubbish. I walked outside and watched across the road as a man ritualistically measured out two teaspoons of sugar and carefully placed them in his coffee for his morning fix.  The rush of the city didn’t penetrate the walls of my building, only the sirens could be heard within its confines. It was the part of the inner-city less seen.
The building was on its last legs. It was old, decrepit. The concrete was cancerous and cracked. The roofs seemed to slouch in the middle, barely able to support its weight. It was a dying cause, a failed social experiment. It made you feel suppressed, trapped, institutionalised. Sometimes I wish it would fall down. The walls house too many bad memories, too much pain, too much suffering.  I get this feeling the buildings going to come down on me, the weight of the bricks crushing me without warning. Sometimes I think I wouldn’t mind if it did so this could all be over and done with.
I walked back inside to our apartment; my mum was passed out on the couch again. I caught a glimpse of a photo of my brother. The pain felt like a knife stabbing through the heart, it was too fresh. the memory, too real. Death is a tough thing to digest but I get the feeling that the feeling will never go away. My thoughts are like parasites in my head, gnawing at my brain.
I left my brother to die. Isolated, lonely, He reached out for help but there was no one there, no support, no help. That’s how it is in life. I feel that’s where I’m destined, where I’m headed. Ever since the death of my brother I’ve truly felt alone in the world, he was on the only sense of direction that I felt in my life and now there’s no one. Dad is long gone and mum is about as good supportive and caring as him. The school keeps calling about me but she doesn’t care. I haven’t been since my brother died. There I’m an outcast, that povo kid who lives in a rundown house with a drunk as a mother. I hate school and no one dares come inside the building to take me away, the outside world never comes inside this building, they know better.
Yesterday I caught my mother shooting up. I see that same vacant look in her eyes that my brother had before he died. The same look that the man had in his eyes as he lay on the sidewalk, coughing up blood as red began surround his abdomen. I murdered a man for twenty-dollars. That’s all that was in his wallet. I panicked, I messed up. He was on his way home from work. A white collared businessman. He walked into the alleyway and I held a knife to him. He tried to make a run for it. I was caught up in the moment, too nervous, too involved in the situation. I sunk the sharp knife into his soft belly as he lay on the ground, mumbling something I couldn’t make out as blood pooled and he wheezed and coughed. He went pale as I ran away. Blood covered my hands as I sprinted. I tossed the knife in the harbour as the man lay down in the dirty streets in his last moments. People saw him but did nothing. He was ignored. For that brief moment he became a part of my world, he was a part of the discarded, the outsiders. He knew what it felt like to be pushed to the side.
Not a day goes by that I don’t think of that man in the gutter, left alone, the look in his eyes, the look of death. The same look I see when I look in the mirror

title: "the outsiders"-first post here

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

What does the story say about the narrator's parents?

answer: The narrator's parents are negligent and unsupportive, exacerbating feelings of loneliness inside the building. They represent the bleakness in the narrator's life, and their poor example has molded him into someone who commits a violent act and feels no remorse.

text: The answer could mention specifically that the narrator's father is long gone.

refinement: The narrator's parents are negligent and unsupportive, exacerbating feelings of loneliness inside the building. They represent the bleakness in the narrator's life, and their poor example has molded him into someone who commits a violent act and feels no remorse. The narrator's father is long gone.

text: The answer could mention that the narrator's mother is uncaring, a drunk, and a drug addict.

refinement: The narrator's parents are negligent and unsupportive, exacerbating feelings of loneliness inside the building. They represent the bleakness in the narrator's life, and their poor example has molded him into someone who commits a violent act and feels no remorse. The narrator's father is long gone. Their mother is uncaring, a drunk, and a drug addict.

answer: The narrator lives with their mother who appears to be a drunk, and his father is long gone. The mother goes on a binge while the narrator's brother dies in their place. Now the narrator thinks he will probably end up just like his father.

answer: The narrator's dad died a long time ago, and their mom is not handling life well. She has an alcohol problem and neglects taking care of her children and their home. Although the narrator has stopped attending school, the mother doesn't care. She is often on the couch, passed out from drinking. This adds to the narrator's depression and hopelessness in life.

text: The last line is not relevant to the topic of the narrator's parents.

refinement: The narrator's dad died a long time ago, and their mom is not handling life well. She has an alcohol problem and neglects taking care of her children and their home. Although the narrator has stopped attending school, the mother doesn't care. She is often on the couch, passed out from drinking.

text: It is not explicitly stated that the father has died. The specific phrasing used is "long gone".

refinement: The narrator's dad is long gone, and their mom is not handling life well. She has an alcohol problem and neglects taking care of her children and their home. Although the narrator has stopped attending school, the mother doesn't care. She is often on the couch, passed out from drinking.

answer: His dad left a long time ago, so his mother is all he has-except for his brother who died. His mother was his only source of orientation before his brother's passing. She still abuses drugs and alcohol and the narrator can't always get her help.

text: The speific phrasing surrounding tyhe father is that he is "long gone".

refinement: His dad is long gone, so his mother is all he has-except for his brother who died. His mother was his only source of orientation before his brother's passing. She still abuses drugs and alcohol and the narrator can't always get her help.

answer: The narrator's parents have both failed him; the father is absent and the mother is addicted to drugs. The parents have not provided help that the narrator needs, leading to a feeling of isolation and loneliness in the narrator.

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

What does the story say about death?

answer: The story makes clear that death is a tragic and unsurvivable event. It occurs without warning and has high stakes for the people left behind. Individuals who die in desolate places, relatively unnoticed by the 'outside world', illustrate the ways in which death underscores isolation and loneliness. Ultimately, death renders all of us outsiders in a world where we are constantly ignored, treated as disposable and pushed to the side without anyone noticing or caring.

text: This is not a proper summary.

category_text: The style of answer is not appropriate for the task.

text: The answer does not mention the death of the narrator's brother.

refinement: The narrator's brother died of a drug overdose.

text: The answer does not mention the narrator's feelings about his brother's death.

refinement: The narrator's brother died of a drug overdose. The narrator finds death difficult to digest and feels responsible for his brother's death.

text: The answer doesn't mention the vacant look in the mother's eyes.

refinement: The narrator's brother died of a drug overdose. The narrator finds death difficult to digest and feels responsible for his brother's death. He notices that his mother has the same vacant look in her eyes that his brother had before dying.

text: The answer doesn't mention that the narrator murders a man.

refinement: The narrator's brother died of a drug overdose. The narrator finds death difficult to digest and feels responsible for his brother's death. He notices that his mother has the same vacant look in her eyes that his brother had before dying. The narrator murders a man with a knife.

answer: Death is something the narrator is very familiar with. Their brother died meaninglessly because of drug addiction, and they still can't get over it. The pain of losing him is fresh in their heart. The narrator felt alone, especially since their dad died a long time ago and their mum only cares about drinking. The narrator feels dead inside, just like the man he killed in the alleyway for twenty dollars.

text: It is not confirmed that the narrator's father died.

refinement: Death is something the narrator is very familiar with. Their brother died meaninglessly because of drug addiction, and they still can't get over it. The pain of losing him is fresh in their heart. The narrator feels dead inside, just like the man he killed in the alleyway for twenty dollars.

answer: The character has suicidal thoughts and thinks about how unpredictable life seems. He also thinks about his brother and how he seemed full of life, but at the end of his life, he was like all the junkies that walk the streets. The narrator thinks society treats people with addiction like garbage and wonders what their worth might be if they were living with the suffering of the rest of the world around them. The brother died in a manner the character feels was deeply unfair. Finally, the narrator thinks that an idle mind is the devil's playground, being that thoughts can kill, so to speak.

answer: The story says that death is terrifying, painful, isolating, and often meaningless. Death makes people feel alone and pushed aside. Death can usually be attributed to larger systematic problems, such as the lack of social support in impoverished areas.

answer: A man's brother died of drugs overdose and the narrator wants to die from the building he lives in collapsing.

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

What does the story say about where the narrator's family lives?

answer: The narrator lives in an old apartment building with her alcoholic mother. The building is within the city where homeless people and junkies dwell. The building has no maintenance. The walls are cracked, the stairwell is dirty and reeked of urine. It is not an ideal place for people to live in, and the narrator feels stuck in this kind of life as their mother has no care and their father died a long time ago, and their brother also recently died of a drug overdose. The narrator wished someone would take them away from the place.

text: The details about what happened to the narrator's father and brother are not relevant.

refinement: The narrator lives in an old apartment building with her alcoholic mother. The building is within the city where homeless people and junkies dwell. The building has no maintenance. The walls are cracked, the stairwell is dirty and reeked of urine. It is not an ideal place for people to live in. The narrator wished someone would take them away from the place.

answer: The narrator's family lives in a rundown place. It is in the inner-city and the narrator's home is in a courtyard of the building.

text: The answer could include more details about the stairwell.

refinement: The narrator's family lives in a rundown place. It is in the inner-city and the narrator's home is in a courtyard of the building. The stairwell is piss-stained and the building is inhabited by rats.

text: The answer could mention the junkies.

refinement: The narrator's family lives in a rundown place. It is in the inner-city and the narrator's home is in a courtyard of the building. The stairwell is piss-stained and the building is inhabited by rats. The area is overrun with homeless people and junkies.

text: The roof could be mentioned.

refinement: The narrator's family lives in a rundown place. It is in the inner-city and the narrator's home is in a courtyard of the building. The stairwell is piss-stained and the building is inhabited by rats. The area is overrun with homeless people and junkies. The building's roof is slouched, barely able to support its weight.

answer: The narrator's family lives in suburban housing in the city, a decaying building that's a facade for the outside world to ignore them. It's in a decrepit and grungy part of the city that's inhabited by degenerate people. The buildings are old and murder-marked, the courtyard is empty, the walls house too many bad memories, there is no street life, the lack of community, people don't dare enter the buildings, or the demonized part of facades.

text: Could be more specific about what's meant by "degenerate people".

refinement: The narrator's family lives in suburban housing in the city, a decaying building that's a facade for the outside world to ignore them. It's in a decrepit and grungy part of the city that's inhabited by homeless people and junkies. The buildings are old and murder-marked, the courtyard is empty, the walls house too many bad memories, there is no street life, the lack of community, people don't dare enter the buildings, or the demonized part of facades.

text: The claim about the buildings being "murder-marked" is unattested.

refinement: The narrator's family lives in suburban housing in the city, a decaying building that's a facade for the outside world to ignore them. It's in a decrepit and grungy part of the city that's inhabited by homeless people and junkies. The buildings are old, the courtyard is empty, the walls house too many bad memories, there is no street life, the lack of community, people don't dare enter the buildings, or the demonized part of facades.

answer: The narrator's family live in a rundown building on the outskirts of the city. It is decrepit, old, and provides very little in terms of comfort or security. The inhabitants of the building are all marginalized in some way, whether it be through their poverty, drug use, or criminal proclivities. The buildings is an microcosm of the inner city as a whole - dwelling place of the most marginalized, forgotten people in society.

text: The building being a microcosm of the inner city is unattested.

refinement: The narrator's family live in a rundown building on the outskirts of the city. It is decrepit, old, and provides very little in terms of comfort or security. The inhabitants of the building are all marginalized in some way, whether it be through their poverty, drug use, or criminal proclivities.

text: "Live" should be "lives".

refinement: The narrator's family lives in a rundown building on the outskirts of the city. It is decrepit, old, and provides very little in terms of comfort or security. The inhabitants of the building are all marginalized in some way, whether it be through their poverty, drug use, or criminal proclivities.

answer: The family lives in a rundown building in the inner city. The building is decrepit and institutionalized, suppressing the mood and trapping the inhabitants inside. There are rats and junkies, and there is a pervasive sense of hopelessness and despair. The man who is eventually killed is white collar, and first treated with indifference by the city, then seen as trash. The narrator is left alone to fend for himself, and increasingly despondent.

text: The last two sentences are not relevant.

refinement: The family lives in a rundown building in the inner city. The building is decrepit and institutionalized, suppressing the mood and trapping the inhabitants inside. There are rats and junkies, and there is a pervasive sense of hopelessness and despair.


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MIKHAIL MIKHAYLOVICH STOPANOVSKY (, born 1830 in Ekaterinoslav, Imperial Russia, — died 27 (old style: 15) March 1877, Saint Petersburg, Imperial Russia) was a Russian writer, journalist and publicist. He started out in _Iskra_, which he soon became part of the stuff of and took upon himself the quite popular Life in Province section, then became a regular contributor to _Budilnik_. He is best known for his novel _Oblichiteli_ (Обличители, The Accusers) first published by _Otechestvennye Zapiski_ in 1862 (Issues 1—4, 6—8).[1][2] Stopanovsky's other works of note include the novels _Zapiski Skupovo_ (Записки скупого, The Notes of a Miser, 1857) and _Zateryannye Lyudi_ (Затерянные люди, The Lost People, 1860).[3]

[1] Михаил Михайлович Стопановский. Biography at www.biografija.ru

[2] Михаил Михайлович Стопановский. Biography at www.fedordostoevsky.ru / Fyodor Dostoyevsky's Online encyclopedia

[3] Stopanovsky at the Russian Historical Bibliography (Golos, 1870) // “Русская историческая библиография”. — “Голос” 1870 г., № 170.

title: Mikhail Stopanovsky

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

Who was Mikhail Stopanovsky?

answer: Mikhail Mikhailovich Stopanovsky was a Russian writer and publicist. He started out with the publication Iskra and took on the life in the Province section. He is best known for his 1862 novel, The Accusers.

text: "Life" should be capitalized as it is part of the name of the publication section.

refinement: Mikhail Mikhailovich Stopanovsky was a Russian writer and publicist. He started out with the publication Iskra and took on the Life in the Province section. He is best known for his 1862 novel, The Accusers.

answer: a Russian writer, journalist, and publicist who started out in Iskra. He then became part of the stuff of and took upon himself the quite popular Life in Province section. He is best known for his novels The Accusers (Oblichiteli, 1862), The Notes of a Miser (Zapiski Skupovo, 1857), and The Lost people (Zateryannye Lyudi, 1860).

text: "He then became part of the stuff of" is extraneous detail and may be removed.

refinement: a Russian writer, journalist, and publicist who started out in Iskra, where he took upon himself the quite popular Life in Province section. He is best known for his novels The Accusers (Oblichiteli, 1862), The Notes of a Miser (Zapiski Skupovo, 1857), and The Lost people (Zateryannye Lyudi, 1860).

text: The first sentence is incomplete. The subject is missing.

refinement: Stopanovsky is a Russian writer, journalist, and publicist who started out in Iskra, where he took upon himself the quite popular Life in Province section. He is best known for his novels The Accusers (Oblichiteli, 1862), The Notes of a Miser (Zapiski Skupovo, 1857), and The Lost people (Zateryannye Lyudi, 1860).

answer: Mikhail Stopanovsky was a Russian writer, journalist, and publicist.

answer: Mikhail Mikhailovich Stopanovsky was a Russian writer and journalist. He was best known for his 1862 novel, Oblichiye.

text: It's Oblichiteli, not Oblichiye.

refinement: Mikhail Mikhailovich Stopanovsky was a Russian writer and journalist. He was best known for his 1862 novel, Oblichiteli.

answer: He was a Russian writer, journalist and publicist.

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

What is Stopanovsky best known for?

answer: Stopanovsky's novel Oblichiteli.

answer: He is best known for his novel, Oblichiteli.

text: The comma is unnecessary.

refinement: He is best known for his novel Oblichiteli.

answer: He is best known for his novel, Oblichiteli, first published 1862 by Otechestvennye Zapiski.

text: The comma after "novel" is unnecessary.

refinement: He is best known for his novel Oblichiteli, first published 1862 by Otechestvennye Zapiski.

answer: He is best known for his novel The Accusers.

answer: Stopanovsky is best known for his 1862 novel "The Accusers."

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

How old was he when he died?

answer: 34

text: It's 47 since he was born in 1830 and died in 1877.

answer: 63

text: It's 47 since he was born in 1830 and died in 1877.

answer: He died at age 47.

answer: 47

answer: Mikhail Mikhailovich Stopanovsky died in 1877 at the age of 47.

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

How did he die?

answer: MIKHAIL MIKHAYLOVICH STOPANOVSKY died of illness in Saint Petersburg in 1877.

text: The article did not mention that he died of illness.

refinement: The article does not mention how he died.

answer: The article does not say.

answer: The post doesn't indicate.

answer: According to the passage, Mikhail Stopanovsky died on the 27th of March 1877 in Saint Petersburg.

text: The question asks how he died, not when and where.

refinement: The passage did not mention how he died.

answer: Not answered.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Mikhail Stopanovsky was a Russian writer and publicist. He is best known for his 1862 novel "The Accusers", which depicts the exploitation of provincial denizens under Tsarist rule.

text: The article does not say what his novel The Accusers is about.

refinement: Mikhail Stopanovsky was a Russian writer and publicist. He is best known for his 1862 novel "The Accusers."

answer: Mikhail Mikhailovich Stopanovsky was a Russian writer, journalist, and publicist. He started out writing for Iskra, became a regular contributor for Buhsilnik, and is best known for his novel Oblichiteli

text: It's Budilnik, not Buhsilnik.

refinement: Mikhail Mikhailovich Stopanovsky was a Russian writer, journalist, and publicist. He started out writing for Iskra, became a regular contributor for Buhsilnik, and is best known for his novel Oblichiteli

text: It has a missing period.

refinement: Mikhail Mikhailovich Stopanovsky was a Russian writer, journalist, and publicist. He started out writing for Iskra, became a regular contributor for Buhsilnik, and is best known for his novel Oblichiteli.

answer: Mikhail Stopanovsky was a Russian writer known for his work, primarily his 1862 novel, "The Accusers." His other writings include a novel about a miser and another about forgotten people.

text: In this case, it is more accurate to state the titles of his other novels.

refinement: Mikhail Stopanovsky was a Russian writer known for his work, primarily his 1862 novel, "The Accusers." His other novels include His other writings include "The Notes of a Miser" and "The Lost People."

answer: Mikhail Stopanovsky was a Russian writer, journalist, and publicist. He is best known for his novel, Oblichiteli.

text: No comma after "novel."

refinement: Mikhail Stopanovsky was a Russian writer, journalist, and publicist. He is best known for his novel Oblichiteli.

answer: The article introduces Mikhail Mikhailevich Stopanovsky, a Russian author and publicist who is best known for his novel Oblichiteli, first published in 1862. Stopanovsky's other works of note include the novels Notes of a Miser and Lost People.


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_SWEPT UNDER_ is a 2015 Canadian thriller directed by Michel Poulette about a crime-scene cleaner, Morgan (Devin Kelley), who discovers evidence that has been left behind. With the help of novice detective Nick (Aaron Ashmore), they rush to find the killer's identity.

Plot

Crime scene cleaner Morgan Sher has trouble keeping assistants because of the gruesome work. She also struggles in her personal life to make emotional connections with others. At a crime scene, she meets Nick Hopewell, the new partner of Detective Ed Braxton. Braxton does not get along with Sher, as his reputation was damaged after she helped solve a crime he could not. When her latest assistant quits after seeing the crime scene, Hopewell chats with her, and Sher impresses him with her insights into the murder. Sher later visits the police station to give Braxton a clue she found at the crime scene while cleaning. Upset that she seems to be trying to upstage him, Braxton ignores her.

After a one-night stand with a data entry worker, Sher encounters Hopewell again, who has become anxious to impress his captain and wants to know about the evidence she found. After Sher hands him the tip of a cane, Hopewell requests her assistance in examining a seemingly related case, angering Braxton. After a brief confrontation, Hopewell takes Braxton up on his ultimatum and partners with Sher instead, convincing her to take a role as a police consultant. In return, she demands Hopewell help her clean up crime scenes. As they grow closer, Hopewell flirts with her, only to be rebuffed by Sher, who says she has a policy against dating cops and coworkers.

Following clues left at the crime scenes, Hopewell realizes the cane may be connected in some way to Jean-Baptiste Lully, a French composer who died from gangrene after stabbing himself in the foot with a conducting staff. The killer left behind a compact disc containing Lully's “Marche pour la Cèrèmonie des Turcs.” Hopewell researches the local orchestra and finds a donor who was accused of attempted rape, Gary Butler. Butler, when questioned, is nervous and denies the rape accusation, which he says was an extortion attempt. When Hopewell pushes him, Butler panics and leads them to Adam Fowler, a conductor. Hopewell reasons that a serial killer has targeted people with a criminal record who are connected to the orchestra. Butler and Fowler, though spooked, refuse to cooperate; Sher and Hopewell agree they are holding back information.

After cooking dinner for her, Hopewell convinces Sher to enter into a relationship, and she admits that personal issues in her life led her to have difficulty in starting healthy relationships. After they have sex, Sher sneaks out of Hopewell's house with his badge and return to Butler's house. Impersonating a police officer, she gains entry and flatly tells him she intends to kill him, revealing that she is a former rape victim kidnapped by Fowler, Butler, and the other dead men. Before she kills him, Butler reluctantly assists her in arranging his own murder scene.

When Butler is found dead, Captain LaSalle angrily takes Hopewell off the case when she learns Hopewell suspected Butler may be the next victim. Knowing his job on the line, Hopewell again turns to Sher for help. After promising to help him, she murders Fowler and makes it look like a suicide, arranging the scene to give Hopewell enough evidence to close the case with Fowler revealed as the killer. Hopewell's job is saved, and Sher becomes hopeful that she can now move beyond the trauma of her rape and have a healthy relationship with Hopewell.

Her hopes are dashed when Butler's estranged wife reveals that she set up a hidden camera in their house to gather evidence of Butler's infidelity. The footage reveals a woman killed him, and Hopewell becomes suspicious of the case's too-perfect closure. As he zeroes in on Sher as a suspect, Hopewell, who previously cooperated with Internal Affairs to take down dirty cops in his precinct, struggles with his rigid morality. After finding her as she plans to flee the city, he pleads with Sher not to leave him. As Sher turns away, she apologizes, saying that she knew he would not be able to let her go.

Cast

-   Devin Kelley as Morgan Sher
-   Aaron Ashmore as Nick Hopewell
-   Stephen Bogaert as Adam Fowler
-   Brett Ryan as Ed Braxton
-   Joanne Boland as Captain LaSalle
-   Vladimir Jon Cubrt as Gary Butler

Production

Shooting took place in Montreal over sixteen days.[1]

Release

_Swept Under_ was originally released under the title of _Maid for Murder_ on the Lifetime Movie Network on December 12, 2015.[2]

Reception

Poulette was nominated for Outstanding Directorial Achievement in Movies for Television and Miniseries by the Directors Guild of Canada.[3]

[1]

[2] http://www.beboti.com/2016/12/swept-under-review-netflix.html

[3]

title: Swept Under

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

When was the movie released?

answer: The movie was originally released under the title of _Maid for Murder_ on the Lifetime Movie Network on December 12, 2015.

answer: The movie _Swept Under_ was originally released under the title of _Maid for Murder_ on the Lifetime Movie Network on December 12, 2015.

answer: 2015

text: The answer could be more specific.

refinement: The movie "Swept Under" was originally released under the title of "Maid for Murder" on the Lifetime Movie Network on December 12, 2015.

answer: 2015

text: The answer could be more specific.

refinement: The movie "Swept Under" was originally released under the title of "Maid for Murder" on the Lifetime Movie Network on December 12, 2015.

answer: 2015.

text: The answer could be more specific.

refinement: The movie "Swept Under" was originally released under the title of "Maid for Murder" on the Lifetime Movie Network on December 12, 2015.

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

Who is the director?

answer: Michel Poulette is the director of _Swept Under_.

answer: Michel Poulette

answer: Michel Poulette

answer: Michel Poulette

answer: Michel Poulette is the director of _Swept Under_.

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

List the main characters.

answer: Morgan Sher, Nick Hopewell, Ed Braxton, Adam Fowler, and Gary Butler.

answer: The main characters are Morgan Sher, Nick Hopewell, Ed Braxton, Adam Fowler, and Captain LaSalle.

answer: Morgan Sher, Nick Hopewell, Ed Braxton, Adam Fowler, and Gary Butler are the main characters.

text: The answer is missing one character.

refinement: Morgan Sher, Nick Hopewell, Ed Braxton, Adam Fowler, Gary Butler, and Captain LaSalle are the main characters.

answer: Morgan, Nick, Ed Braxton, Adam Fowler, Butlers estranged wife

text: There are two inaccuracies in the answer.

refinement: Morgan, Nick, Ed Braxton, Adam Fowler, Gary Butler, and Captain LaSalle.

answer: Morgan Sher and Nick Hopewell

text: The answer is missing several characters.

refinement: Morgan Sher, Nick Hopewell, Ed Braxton, Adam Fowler, Gary Butler, and Captain LaSalle are the main characters.

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

Where was the movie filmed?

answer: Montreal

answer: Montreal

answer: The movie was filmed in Montreal.

answer: Montreal

answer: The movie was filmed in Montreal.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Swept Under is a 2015 Canadian thriller about a crime scene cleaner and her mixed up life at work and at home. She solves the case of a serial killer and gets involved in a complicated love affair.

text: The summary should include that Morgan Sher is the murderer.

refinement: Swept Under is a 2015 Canadian thriller about a crime scene cleaner and her mixed up life at work and at home. She murders several men and gets involved in a complicated love affair.

answer: Swept Under is a 2015 Canadian thriller movie directed by Michel Poulette. The movie follows a crime-scene cleaner who works with a novice police detective to find the identity of a killer.

text: The summary should include that Morgan Sher, the cleaner, is the murderer.

refinement: Swept Under is a 2015 Canadian thriller movie directed by Michel Poulette. The movie follows a crime-scene cleaner who works with a novice police detective to find the identity of a killer, who ends up being the cleaner.

answer: The film _Swept Under_ is about crime-scene cleaner Morgan, who becomes embroiled in a grisly murder investigation with detective Nick. Morgan discovers that the murderer is targeting those with criminal records, and serves as an integral part in solving the case. Nick becomes suspicious of Morgan, but eventually she confesses to being the killer.

answer: Swept Under is a Canadian thriller directed by Michel Poulette about a crime-scene cleaner, Morgan, who discovers evidence that has been left behind. Together, they search for evidence to find one specific criminal, and Morgan's attempted rape.

text: The summary should include that Morgan Sher is the murderer.

refinement: Swept Under is a Canadian thriller directed by Michel Poulette about a crime-scene cleaner, Morgan, who discovers evidence that has been left behind. Together, they search for evidence to find the criminal, who turns out to be Morgan.

answer: Swept Under is a thriller about crime scene cleaner Morgan who teams up with novice detective Nick to find the identity of a serial killer targeting criminals connected to an orchestra. Sher becomes a prime suspect, but lies her way out of trouble before the killer is revealed. Will Nick be able to forgive her betrayal, or will their relationship be ruined?


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As people happily played yet to be released video games in a booth behind me, I stood guard, people watching, and answering questions for attendees.

She had walked by a few times before I worked up the courage to speak with her. I found my chance when she finished playing a new racing game’s demo and turned to wait for her turn to play a first person shooter.

Abandoning my post, I stood beside her. “You look bored,” I said, feigning confidence.

“Oh, no,” she replied in a shy voice with a European accent, “I’m just waiting to play the game.”

It was clear to me that she didn’t want to have a conversation.

“Well, let me know if you feel like they’re taking too long. Have a good time.”

Her accent was wondrous to me, and being a francophile, I decided that she was French.

I found myself glancing at her every few minutes, sneaking a peak at the most beautiful woman in a sea of 20,000 attendees’ faces, until I found her looking back at me with a frustrated expression. She waved me over as we made eye contact.

She is left handed and was having trouble with the control scheme, I changed the settings for her and my heart fluttered as she smiled and thanked me. After a few moments of watching her play the game, I returned to my post and stared out into the crowd. Finally, I decided that it was imperative for me to speak with her again. My life could not possibly continue until I did so.

Turning to return to her side, I looked around in a panic. I had missed my chance. She was gone. Her match must have ended and she had gone off to continue with her convention experience. I convinced myself that she was better off for it.

Hours passed by as I stared out into the crowd, helping people find booths and explaining how to play various games. A tap on my shoulder and glimpse of blonde in my peripheral vision startled me. She was back and holding a small paper bag.

“Would you like some popcorn?” she offered in the same shy voice.

A few moments passed while, having decided she was not French, I tried to place her accent. Finally, I replied, “No thanks.”

‘Damnit, I thought, ‘should have said yes!’

“But the convention closes in 30 minutes, would you like to go to dinner?”

‘Nice! Good save.’

My mind raced as I awaited her response. Ready for rejection, I sat down on the high chair behind me. She moved forward, close enough for me to feel the warmth radiating from her perfect body.

I don’t remember what she said, only that the impression was something along the lines of, “Yes.”

Flabbergasted, I smiled wide and she smiled back. What a beautiful smile, I was speechless.

My supervisor saw us and beckoned me over. “I think we’ve got it under control for today if you want to take off early.”

A expression of gratitude was all I could manage, but I knew my message made it when he laughed and told me to go have some fun.

At the time, I didn’t have any clear recollection of what happiness felt like, but I knew this was it. She had given me a gift, and her presence was awe-inspiring.

Over the course of the next three days, we walked miles and miles through the city. Our destination was irrelevant, even the path was irrelevant, the companionship was what mattered.

I fell in love with her that weekend. A puppy love, a lustful love, a sudden and overwhelming love.

Not a complete love, of that I am certain, but it was so satisfying. I knew it wasn’t real and I knew that she didn’t love me back. I didn’t let it bother me, and somehow, the temporary nature of our relationship did not spoil a thing until the last day.

We set off from my hotel room early that morning. My flight to California was scheduled for the early evening, and I knew that we didn’t have long together.

My heart condition, normally maintained by medication, was exasperated by the stress induced at the thought of leaving her. The palpitations in my chest recurred every few hours as we walked Austin’s city streets for the very last time.

When we made it back to the hotel with little time to spare and as we waited for my taxi, I knew this was it. Repressing my emotions for fear of breaking into tears, I sat in silence, staring into her eyes. Her beautiful eyes, so perfect, so symmetrical. The literal definition of beauty was standing before me and I would never get to see her again. Tragic, really, I thought.

After loading my luggage into the taxi, I turned to say goodbye, only to see her crying. She reached out and hugged me and told me that she missed me already. I knew that she had given me the gift of happiness one last time. Strange, how my heart was crushed and lifted sky high in the same moment. The agony of leaving her, of seeing her cry, and the glee of knowing that someone cared for me.

The feeling was incredible. A feeling I had never felt before, a feeling I have not felt since. She had given me my emotions back. She had freed me from the mental shackles of my many neurosis. She had made me real.

—

We kept in touch for a few weeks, but as I wanted to send her more messages, she seemed to send me less. I decided not to bother her, it was only making me feel worse.

We haven’t spoken in months.

I miss her.

title: [NF] I met a girl this summer. [x-post: /r/Oluutaa]

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

Describe the relationship between the narrator and the girl and his feelings for her.

answer: The narrator falls in love with the girl he meets at the convention, a brief but intense and meaningful relationship. Though the narrator knows it is not realistic or likely to last, he cherishes this time together, allowing himself to experience hope and real emotion for the first time in a very long time. Their relationship is strong and meaningful, but ultimately ephemeral.

text: It is omitted that they are both sorry that they will not see each other again as he has to go back to California. He is desperate and sees her crying.

refinement: The narrator falls in love with the girl he meets at the convention, a brief but intense and meaningful relationship. Though the narrator knows it is not realistic or likely to last, he cherishes this time together, allowing himself to experience hope and real emotion for the first time in a very long time. Their relationship is strong and meaningful, but ultimately ephemeral. They are both sorry that they will not see each other again as he has to go back to California. He is desperate and sees her crying.

text: It is omitted that after departing from each other, the narrator tried to maintain the communication between them, however, the girl didn't seem to be interested in him anymore.

refinement: The narrator falls in love with the girl he meets at the convention, a brief but intense and meaningful relationship. Though the narrator knows it is not realistic or likely to last, he cherishes this time together, allowing himself to experience hope and real emotion for the first time in a very long time. Their relationship is strong and meaningful, but ultimately ephemeral. They are both sorry that they will not see each other again as he has to go back to California. He is desperate and sees her crying. After departing from each other, the narrator tried to maintain the communication between them, however, the girl didn't seem to be interested in him anymore.

answer:
The narrator came across a very beautiful girl with a European accent. He thought he would hit on her to seem interesting.
The girl replied to him in a shy tone that she was just anticipating playing the game. The next time the narrator spoke to her, she was prompting him to join her for dinner.
He fell in love with her over the weekend, and then felt sad when they parted ways, knowing they would never see each other again.

text: It is omitted after departing from each other, the narrator tried to maintain the communication between them, however, the girl didn't seem to be interested in him anymore.

refinement:
The narrator came across a very beautiful girl with a European accent. He thought he would hit on her to seem interesting.
The girl replied to him in a shy tone that she was just anticipating playing the game. The next time the narrator spoke to her, she was prompting him to join her for dinner. After departing from each other, the narrator tried to maintain the communication between them, however, the girl didn't seem to be interested in him anymore.
He fell in love with her over the weekend, and then felt sad when they parted ways, knowing they would never see each other again.

text: I would delete unnecessary spaces.

refinement: The narrator came across a very beautiful girl with a European accent. He thought he would hit on her to seem interesting. The girl replied to him in a shy tone that she was just anticipating playing the game. The next time the narrator spoke to her, she was prompting him to join her for dinner. After departing from each other, the narrator tried to maintain the communication between them, however, the girl didn't seem to be interested in him anymore. He fell in love with her over the weekend, and then felt sad when they parted ways, knowing they would never see each other again.

answer: The narrator met a stunning girl with a European accent at a video game convention during the summer. He was instantly taken by her beauty and tried to establish a connection via communication with her. After the convention ended, he had the opportunity to take the girl out, and over the weekend, they hung out and got to know each other. The narrator fell in love with the girl but felt the girl didn't love him back, at least not as much as he did. After departing from each other, the narrator tried to maintain the communication between them, however, the girl didn't seem to be interested in him anymore.

text: It is omitted that they are sorry he has to go back to California, and that they will not see each other again. He is desperate and sees her crying.

refinement: The narrator met a stunning girl with a European accent at a video game convention during the summer. He was instantly taken by her beauty and tried to establish a connection via communication with her. After the convention ended, he had the opportunity to take the girl out, and over the weekend, they hung out and got to know each other. The narrator fell in love with the girl but felt the girl didn't love him back, at least not as much as he did. It turns that they are both sorry that they will not see each other again as he has to go back to California. He is desperate and sees her crying. After departing from each other, the narrator tried to maintain the communication between them, however, the girl didn't seem to be interested in him anymore.

answer: The narrator falls in love with the girl after three days of exploring the city, even though he knows it wasn't a real love. The three days were so wonderful that he wishes it could go on forever. He felt like his palpitations had stopped only when they were together. The girl leaves him the next morning and they stay in touch for a while after that, but he eventually started worrying more that he was annoying her and presses her less.

text: It is omitted that she was sorry they will not see each other again.

refinement: The narrator falls in love with the girl after three days of exploring the city, even though he knows it wasn't a real love. The three days were so wonderful that he wishes it could go on forever. He felt like his palpitations had stopped only when they were together. The girl leaves him the next morning. She was crying at the airport and said she already missed him. They stay in touch for a while after that, but he eventually started worrying more that he was annoying her and presses her less.

text: 'real love' instead of 'a real love'.

refinement: The narrator falls in love with the girl after three days of exploring the city, even though he knows it wasn't real love. The three days were so wonderful that he wishes it could go on forever. He felt like his palpitations had stopped only when they were together. The girl leaves him the next morning. She was crying at the airport and said she already missed him. They stay in touch for a while after that, but he eventually started worrying more that he was annoying her and presses her less.

answer: The relationship between the narrator and the girl is one of love at first sight. From the moment he first saw her, he became infatuated with her. Initially, she didn't want to speak with him further, but he pursued her and she eventually agreed to go to dinner with him. Despite knowing that their relationship is temporary, the narrator still feels significant sadness upon their separation. It appears that the narrator truly loved the girl and misses her even now.