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This was my first short story I had to write for my Creative Writing class back when I was a Junior in high school. I hope you like it!

    "Ooohhhh," Helen groaned. She hurt everywhere. Being in a hospital for six weeks is really something that she wasn't looking forward to. She was about to call for a nurse to change the channel on her tiny tv (golf was not her thing!) when all of a sudden there was a knock on the door. "Come in," she called weakly.

   "Hello, I'm Dr. Bandade, how are you feeling?" He smiled a toothy smile.

   She gave the burly man a sarcastic look. "How do you *think* I'm feeling? I fell out of a five-story window!"

    The doctor pulled up a chair next to her. "Yes about that, how exactly did it happen? On this statement is says that you were pushed?"

    Helen cringed at the very thought of it, not only because it was painful, but she wasn't sure if he would believe her. "Well, it started out as a normal day. I woke up, ate breakfast, completed the daily crossword puzzle in the paper.

    "It was then I noticed that my window was open. A cool breeze swept through, so I decided to close it. I got up and went over to the window.

    "Right as I reached out to grab the handle, Rufus, my cat, rubbed against my leg, causing me to lose my balance. Before I knew it, I was falling out the window!

    "I screamed. I heard people screaming below me. I felt breathless. Panic swept over me.

    "It was only too soon when I came into contact with the ground. I heard bones shattering and I cried out in pain. In the distance, sirens wailed. The ambulance charged down the street.

    "After they put me on the stretcher, they hauled me away to the hospital, where they told me I was lucky to even be alive. They said I broke every bone in my body. I'll be here about six weeks, if not more." Her face fell when she told the doctor this. "And that's all that happened."

    Dr. Bandade looked over at her. "So you fell out accidentally then."

    "No! I was *pushed* out!" she yelled.

    "But you even said that you lost your balance, and no one was with you."

    "Yes there was... Rufus! *He* pushed me out!"

    The doctor rationalized, "But he's a *cat.* He probably didn't realize that rubbing against you to show affection would-"

    But Helen cut him off. "He *deliberately* rubbed too hard and made me lost my balance."

    "What would be the purpose for Rufus to push you?" The doctor raised an eyebrow.

    "He's just evil," she simply said.

    "Oh." He wrote some things down on his clipboard.

    Helen stared at him suspiciously. "What kind of doctor are you anyway, asking me all these questions?"

    "I'm a psychiatrist." He wrote some more things down.

    "What? You think I'm crazy don't you?! I'm telling you, my cat is trying to *kill me!"*

    Before Dr. Bandade could say anything, there was a knock at the door.

    "Excuse me, doctor," the nurse said, "but there's someone here to see her."

    Helen perked up a bit. A visitor to see her!

    The visitor walked into the room.

    "Rufus!" Helen shrieked.

    Standing there was the tabby cat. He was staring at her with glossy green eyes, slanted into slits. His tail twitched as if to say, "I'm *back."*

title: Paranoid?... Or Just Plain Evil?

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

Who does Helen blame for her fall?

answer: She blames Rufus, her cat. She claims that her cat is evil. Her doctor is a psychiatrist and thinks she may be paranoid. Then a visitor comes to the hospital. It's Rufus — her cat.

answer: Helen blames Rufus, her cat, for her fall.

answer: Her cat Rufus.

answer: Helen blames her cat for her fall.

answer: Helen blames her cat, Rufus, for her fall.

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

What injury did Helen suffer?

answer: She broke every bone in her body falling out of a five-story window.

answer: Helen suffered a fall out of a five-story window, causing her to break all of her bones.

answer: Helen suffered a fall from a five-story window.

text: Incomplete answer

refinement: Helen suffered a fall from a five-story window. She broke every bone in her body.

answer: Helen broke every bone in her body and broke her skull.

text: Repetitive. The skull is a bone and we generally refer to cracking the skull rather than breaking it

refinement: Helen broke every bone in her body when she fell from the fifth-story window.

answer: She fell out a five story window. This caused her to break all of her bones. According to the medical report she must be in the hospital for six weeks.


split: train

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The first thing you do is butter the bun. Then you drop it down the toaster. The toaster takes approximately eighteen seconds to toast. You then put the top and bottom together, place them on a red tray and then cover the twelve buns that fit on the tray, 4x3,  with another tray and place them to the side. Once you are ready to make the sandwich you place two pickles on the bottom, no more than a quarter inch over lapping. Then you place the chicken filet with the smooth, round side facing up and then place the crown of the bun on top. Finally open up the sandwich bag allowing enough room for the sandwich to easily slide in, then fold the bag over twice and place it in the warming drawer for five minutes. Any sandwich that sits there for longer than five minutes gets trashed. If you would like a deluxe sandwich then place either a slice of American, provolone, or pepper jack cheese on top of the filet, then put two, whole, tomato slices on top of the cheese and two pieces of lettuce, shiny side up, that frame the bun on top of the tomatoes. Then repeat until your soul has been crushed, pissed on, and every dream and fire that has ever existed in you has been stomped out by the ceaseless, monotonous work you subject yourself to in order to not even get by.

They, being the people who don’t work with you, will remind you that you chose to be there, just be thankful to have a job, or that it is just temporary. You know that isn’t true though. You can’t find a better job because you are working 50 hours a week and you are too tired to do anything else. You can barely even find the energy or will power to get out of bed in the morning. Every once in a while you feel like you have enough energy and fortitude to say enough is enough and move on but then you realize your life revolves around this job. All of your friends are there. They are the people that deal with all of the shitty customers who think they are the Queen of god damn England, the ones who think they own you because you stand behind a register. Your coworkers are the ones that after all the shit you put up with tell to forget the customer, he is an asshole, you didn’t do anything wrong, people like that just happen. You have a bond with your coworkers, like brother in arms who are united by their common misery. So the cycle repeats, week after week after week after week after week after week as if your days are manufactured on an assembly line.

Then you find yourself waking up in the tiny room you call an apartment. You shower and head to work and start your day off like you have the past, seemingly, five thousand days. You clock in, take your slip that shows the time you clocked in and put it your wallet. Then you say high to everyone. Then you either go to the kitchen or the front counter depending on what you are assigned that day. Then you spend the next ten hours slaving away like the robot you are. You listen to the exact same orders, make the exact same food and you have the exact same routine to live by. Then you watch your boss drive up in his new, gas guzzling behemoth of a truck and say “Hi!” to everyone as if he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world. It is as if he has no idea what the people he employs put up with on a daily basis. It is as if he hopes his friendly disposition will be contagious but what does he do besides sit in that office of his in the back while you are the one who gets burned at the fryers and the one who has to choose if it is worth turning the heat on at night. You are the one that has to decide whether or not to fix your car or just walk the five miles or so. The one who should just deal with the tooth ache or dish out the three thousand dollars for a root canal because god forbid giving his employees health insurance would just decimate his profits. No one likes the boss.

Between the shitty boss, shitty job, and shitty house and lifestyle what can you find to be joyous about? You are simply a tiny little speck. In fact you aren’t even speck in the scheme of things. You are less than a pixel, you are less than even the red, blue, and green lights that make up a pixel. You are nonexistent and utterly replaceable and no one will notice if you go. Just like no one has noticed the billions of stars that have existed and perished and no one ever will. Just like no one ever notices the trillions of bacteria that are beneath our feet. That is what you amount to. At some point we have all been there. The thing is though that not all of us end there. That is the saving grace. There is a glimmer of a hope that one day you can escape the cycle of the daily grind. Get a degree if you are young enough, have a support system while you find a better job, or maybe you are stronger than most and do it all alone.

Not everyone is lucky though. Sometimes the grind wears you down and grinds you to you are so thin that you become a part of the walls there. You are an everlasting stone that will be a part of where you are stuck, just like the walls. Bills add up and sooner than you know it you are living out on the streets and left with nothing but free time. Maybe you cope with a steady dose of drugs. Maybe you cope with a healthier method. Either way it leads to the same thing. If you aren’t apart of the club, the haves, then you better get used to meaningless, mindless tasks that ask nothing of you but obedience.  The boss, the haves, will tell you that working at these crummy soul devouring jobs is fine. What would they know about what you do though? It is not a matter of them being any less hard working but it is a matter of having something to show for it. If you work at a restaurant and you can’t even afford to eat there they pay you so little then what is the point?

It gets to the point where thinking physically hurts. It breaks you just as bad as your job does. You think of all the things that you gave up, that you let slip by and you think never again will I let that happen, but it is too late. You have already buttered the buns. You have dropped them in the toaster. You have placed them on the tray. Put the two pickles on the bun, then the filet, and then the top part of the bun. You have wrapped the sandwich and placed it in the warming drawer until you throw it up for the next customer to devour or for it to get thrown away because it has been the warmer to long and has grown hard and unpleasant and unwanted.

title: A Man's Thoughts on Never Getting His Slice of the Pie in a Southern Town with Nothing Left to Live For.

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

What is the story saying about working in this particular town?

answer: The town does not have many good things to do, it does not have a better job for the narrator, their friends work in the same place, work does not get better, and the narrator doesn't have the will to leave. They don't think about leaving because their life revolves around this job.

answer: The story is saying that work in this particular town is repetitive, boring, and the work does little to no good for oneself. The work simply does not give a sense of purpose. Instead, it seems to only shred the soul slowly away until there is nothing left of oneself. The work is meaningless and seems to do more harm than good. In this town, working is tantamount to crushing one's dreams and hopes.

answer: It mentions there are many service industry jobs available for work in the area. It is an easy statement to make about how difficult the job people get based on if the hours suit them or not. The story also states that not having money to eat when in a service industry job is unfair.

text: The response contains inaccurate information.

refinement: It mentions there are many service industry jobs available for work in the area. The story also states that not having money to eat when in a service industry job is unfair.

text: The response contains irrelevant information.

refinement: It mentions there are many service industry jobs available for work in the area.

answer: The protagonist clearly doesn't have a favorable outlook on their situation. The work they do is pointless and unfulfilling, they feel overworked and underappreciated, as if they have reached a block in their life. The story seem to suggest that without ambition, the mundane nature of work will suck the soul from the person doing it.

answer: The story is saying that the working conditions are brutal and there is no reward for the work that is done. The job is tedious, the boss is unappreciative, and there is no escape from this lifestyle. The town is a desolate place to live now and will likely worsen in the future.

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

What are the positive aspects of their life that the narrator brings to light?

answer: There aren't any unless you count the confiding in co-workers friendships as a plus.

answer: The only thing that sticks out as being positive in the narrator's life is their relationship with their coworkers. They share common misery while they work under conditions they don't believe they deserve. Outside of work, the narrator feels unimportant and insignificant. Despite these hardships, they still find it within themselves to hope for something better in the future.

answer: The fact that they aren't in it alone, all of their friends are there and they go through the same stuff as they do. There is also a glimmer of hope in the respect that they might be able to do something more if they try. There's also the

text: The response contains an incomplete sentence.

refinement: The fact that they aren't in it alone, all of their friends are there and they go through the same stuff as they do. There is also a glimmer of hope in the respect that they might be able to do something more if they try.

answer: The narrator realizes that not everyone is smart or strong enough to move out of their rut, but not everyone has to be like that.

text: The response does not answer the question.

refinement: The only thing that sticks out as being positive in the narrator's life is their relationship with their coworkers. They share common misery while they work under conditions they don't believe they deserve. Outside of work, the narrator feels unimportant and insignificant. Despite these hardships, they still find it within themselves to hope for something better in the future.

answer: What positive aspects can the narrator find in their mundane and exhausting work routine? The only true positive, it seems, is the relationships they have with their coworkers. For some, this might be enough to keep them going and manage to not feel completely empty, but for others it is definitely not enough to make all of their hardships worthwhile.

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

What is the role of food in this story?

answer: The role of food in this story is to ease the monotony for the narrator of the story. Food is a temporary distraction from the dreary life of endless, repetitive labor. The repetitive nature of the job and the unending cycle of misery cause the narrator to rely on food as a temporary jolt of joy. The temptation of the deluxe sandwich is often more than enough to propel the narrator through the day.

text: The response contains baseless conjecture.

refinement: The role of food in this story is to ease the monotony for the narrator of the story. Food is a temporary distraction from the dreary life of endless, repetitive labor. The repetitive nature of the job and the unending cycle of misery cause the narrator to rely on food as a temporary jolt of joy.

text: The response repeats itself.

refinement: The role of food in this story is to ease the monotony for the narrator of the story. Food is a temporary distraction from the dreary life of endless, repetitive labor.

answer: The narrator treats food like work as well: it's something to be done with precision that is either to go-to-go, or forgotten. They only eat enough for themselves, which is a reflection of what the company offers. The story finishes the order, the one suggested to the customer. The narrator can't afford to pay for food. The food they serve actually serves as a covering for the greasy unpleasant labor they work.

text: The response contains baseless conjecture.

refinement: The narrator treats food like work as well: it's something to be done with precision that is either to go-to-go, or forgotten. The narrator can't afford to pay for food.

text: The response contains misleading information.

refinement: The narrator treats food like work as well: it's something to be done with precision that is either to go-to-go, or forgotten. The narrator can't afford to pay for food at the restaurant that they work at.

answer: The role of food in this story is that it is a binding force that defines the monotonous, often meaningless life of the narrator. It is the one entity that is constant and that must be made, even when the job leaves the narrator feeling drained and broken. It becomes a consolation and reminder that no matter how bad things get there is always one constant: the food must be made.

answer: The food represents the mundanity of the narrators working life. The routine nature of the way they describe the making of a burger indicates how bored they are. Everything is timed, everything is in order, it's the same pattern over and over again. At the end the sandwich in the warmer is a representation of the protagonist themself, growing hard and unpleasant and so deserving of being thrown out. The role of the food is to represent the life of the narrator in simple terms.

text: The response contains inaccurate information.

refinement: The food represents the mundanity of the narrators working life. The routine nature of the way they describe the making of a chicken sandwich indicates how bored they are. Everything is timed, everything is in order, it's the same pattern over and over again. At the end the sandwich in the warmer is a representation of the protagonist themself, growing hard and unpleasant and so deserving of being thrown out. The role of the food is to represent the life of the narrator in simple terms.

answer: Food is omnipresent in this story as it is suited very well as a symbol for unhappiness judging by the task the narrator has to perform day after day. The slang word 'trash' and the symbolic thing of buttered buns getting thrown out have a particularly depressing ring to them. Food is used to build up the depressing atmosphere in the text.


text:
                                          Me

	Before we get into the depths of this story, I assume you are going to want to know about me. Who am I? Where did I come from? All that basic shit. And the truth is, who I am isn’t all the different from who the girl next door to you is. My situations have made me unique and the fact that I observe has made me different.

	At this point in time, I am 19 years old. I am slightly overweight, but you wouldn’t notice from looking at me. I have hips that one day will make giving birth easy but for now just make black guys go dammmmmnnnn girrllll. I have shoulder length hair that is some weird boxed shade of red that I dyed it out of anger. The cut was out of anger too. I’m 5’3.5 and yes that half an inch does matter. I wear a dress almost every day, not because I’m particularly girly anymore, but because it’s really all I have from my last relationship which was particularly controlling. I have two tattoos. One of an owl rests on my left ankle and the kittens from the aristocats parade around my right ribcage. Appearances make a person. This is why I am going so in depth so you can know me. My eyes, well they aren’t important. I want you too see my situations through your eyes. So take your eyes, put them on me, and there we go.

	As someone told me, my personality is weird. I took compliments when I was called quirky. Eccentric even was nice. Now I have just gone off the deep end, into plain weird. But, as you will learn, I was not always this way. I once had it together and knew how to control the weirdness. Now it just kinda spews out like some verbal garbage. It’s gross. But if people can laugh at me and their day is brightened, then awesome. I am someone what a perfectionist. Okay, complete lie there. I am a total perfectionist. I have a little motto in my head that say I must be “prim and proper and polite” at all times. I am working on this. As we all know, this is impossible. I did not know this until recently. The fact that I thought I could be perfect has led me to many a mental illness which we will get into latter. That is not important when trying to learn about the essence of me. And I think the essence of me which you need to know is that I am quirky, caring, and I can see into your soul weather you want me too our not.

	That last part is a little creepy, but that is besides the point. I will know when you want help or need help, regardless if you think you do. And that freaks most people out. I’ve had this super lame “gift” since I can remember. It’s more of a hassle than anything and leaves me stressed out. At any given moment I am flipping through my phone seeing if  I have someone’s number to see if they are ok. I can usually tell you exactly what’s wrong with them, and that’s kinda sucky too. People think this is total BS until I call them at 10pm at night and tell them that no, they should not go spend their last $20 on a little bit of weed. That they should take some advil and a bath and go to sleep and they will be just fine. Just wait till I do it to you. You will be scared. The knowing what’s up with everyone has gotten my head into a tizzy more often than once. I don’t stop to smell the roses or you know think about myself and eat sometimes, because I get so worked up about everyone else. Maybe that shows a great thing about my character. Maybe not.

	I think the most important thing that you know about me is, I did lose me for awhile. For a good chunk of 2 year I would say. I think I was brain washed. I really don’t know. But when you fall under the spell of a sociopath’s love, you do what they want. Not to say I never loved him, because I did, and still do, and probably always will, but he screwed me up. When you are 16 and 17 and 18 you should be finding who you are. Not being pushed into some mold. And if you get anything out of what I write it is that. Because here I am at 19, trying to make up for lost time and it sucks. But like everything else, we will get back to that lost time, we will get back to the sociopath I love(d). Because, while love is insignificant, it is important. Expecially when you can say it helped create the monster the in your head.

	There are other little things about me that aren’t important. Hobbies, jobs held, heck even friends. These will fall into place when they need to. Setting of my life is a small town in California. Just think of where you live, it’s much like that. A suburban town with nothing to do, no where to go. Tons of time to get trapped in your head. I want you to step into my shoes, but don’t lose who you are. We are one on this journey. And you are in for a ride.

title: The beginning of my short life story

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

Summarize the narrator's appearance.

answer: The narrator is described as 5'3.5" and slightly overweight. They dye their hair; the shade of red is indeterminate. They wear their hair in a long style. Their eyes are of no import. They have two tattoos.

text: Mention the age, hips in relation to the statement about being overweight, her fashion style, and what her tattoos are.

refinement: The narrator is described as being 19 years of age, 5'3.5", and slightly overweight with attractively wide hips. She wears a dress everyday. Her hair is dyed to a shade of red that is indeterminate. They wear their hair in a long style. Their eyes are of no import. They have two tattoos, an owl on the left ankle and kittens around the left ribcage.

text: Hair style is specified as shoulder length

refinement: The narrator is described as being 19 years of age, 5'3.5", and slightly overweight with attractively wide hips. She wears a dress everyday. Her hair is dyed to a shade of red that is indeterminate. Her hair is shoulder length. Their eyes are of no import. They have two tattoos, an owl on the left ankle and kittens around the left ribcage.

answer:
Deb also corroborate it: "I have hips that one day will make giving birth easy but for now just make black guys go dammmmmnnnn girrllll."
She's 19 years old, 5'3.5.She wears a dress almost every day, not because she's particularly girly anymore, but because it's really all she has from her last relationship which was particularly controlling. She has shoulder length hair that is some weird boxed shade of red. She dyed it out of anger. She wears glasses.

text: Narrator's name has not been given.

refinement: The narrator says: "I have hips that one day will make giving birth easy but for now just make black guys go dammmmmnnnn girrllll." She's 19 years old, and is 5'3.5. She wears a dress almost every day, not because she's particularly girly anymore, but because it's really all she has from her last relationship which was particularly controlling. She has shoulder length hair that is some weird boxed shade of red. She dyed it out of anger. She wears glasses.

text: Mention her tattoos.

refinement: The narrator says: "I have hips that one day will make giving birth easy but for now just make black guys go dammmmmnnnn girrllll." She's 19 years old, and is 5'3.5. She wears a dress almost every day, not because she's particularly girly anymore, but because it's really all she has from her last relationship which was particularly controlling. She has shoulder length hair that is some weird boxed shade of red. She dyed it out of anger. She wears glasses. She has two tattoos, an owl on the left ankle and kittens around the right ribcage.

text: There is no mention of the narrator wearing glasses.

refinement: The narrator says: "I have hips that one day will make giving birth easy but for now just make black guys go dammmmmnnnn girrllll." She's 19 years old, and is 5'3.5. She wears a dress almost every day, not because she's particularly girly anymore, but because it's really all she has from her last relationship which was particularly controlling. She has shoulder length hair that is some weird boxed shade of red. She dyed it out of anger. She has two tattoos, an owl on the left ankle and kittens around the right ribcage.

answer: The narrator is 19 years old, about 5'3.5", and slightly overweight. She has shoulder length hair that is a bright red, two tattoos, and unique personality traits. She has been through some difficult experiences and is a perfectionist, always looking out for others. She went through some brainwashing, but has since recovered from those events. She is an observant person, caring, and always looking out for those who need help.

text: The instruction asks for physical traits so it should focus on this instead of her personality and other non-physical aspects.

refinement: The narrator is described as being 19 years of age, 5'3.5", and slightly overweight with attractively wide hips. She wears a dress everyday. Her hair is dyed to a shade of red that is indeterminate. Her hair is shoulder length. Their eyes are of no import. They have two tattoos, an owl on the left ankle and kittens around the left ribcage.

answer: The narrator is 19 years old, slightly overweight with red hair and two tattoos. She observes people and is detail-oriented, traits which she relates to some mental illnesses. The most important thing to know about her is that she was brainwashed by a sociopath when she was 16-18 years old, which has led her to have difficulty focusing on herself.

text: The instruction asks for physical traits.

refinement: The narrator is described as being 19 years of age, 5'3.5", and slightly overweight with attractively wide hips. She wears a dress everyday. Her hair is dyed to a shade of red that is indeterminate. Her hair is shoulder length. Their eyes are of no import. They have two tattoos, an owl on the left ankle and kittens around the left ribcage.

answer: The narrator is 19 years old, slightly overweight, and has large hips. They have shoulder length artificially-red hair, and they are 5'3.5" tall. They usually wear a dress, and they have two tattoos: one of an owl above their left ankle, and the kittens from the Aristocats around their right ribcage.

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

Summarize the narrator's "gift."

answer: The narrator has a "super lame gift" that allows them to see into the souls of other people. They say it has been a hassle since they were a child. However, they can see when others are not well and call them to check on them. The narrator says that her ability to be caring and see into the soul  gives most people the creeps.

answer: The narrator has a knack for being able to tell what's wrong with people and often attempts to intervene in their lives. This gift, though occasionally troublesome, has resulted in helping others when they are down.

answer: The narrator claims to be able to see into people's souls and know when they need or want help. They call the ability "lame" and say it tends to stress them out, and it usually makes other people uncomfortable.

answer: The narrator feels that she has the gift of knowing when someone needs helping/support. She claims that she will be able to see a person's future, but that's all said sarcastically in this story. It's stated that she feels very stressed out because of this gift.

answer: The narrator has the ability to sense other people's emotions and desires with surprising accuracy. This helps her to offer assistance and support when needed, but it also leaves her constantly anxious as she worries about everyone else's well-being.

text: It is described as knowing when someone needs support instead of emotions and desires.

refinement: The narrator has the ability to sense if people needs help or support . This helps her to offer assistance and support when needed, but it also leaves her constantly anxious as she worries about everyone else's well-being.

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

Summarize what happened to the narrator before this.

answer: At the age of 19, the narrator has experienced a controlling relationship with a sociopath. As a result, she has lost herself and become obsessed with helping others. Prior to this, the narrator was a perfectionist who observed everything around her.

answer: She is 19 years old. She dated a controlling boyfriend. She got into a relationship that was two years long. They broke up recently, and she thinks they were getting a divorce -but he abused her. She's lost her identity in the relationship. Now she's trying to find herself and feel she has contributed to the mess in her life. The guy was a sociopath.

text: It was not a marriage so they broke up but it was not a divorce.

refinement: She is 19 years old. She dated a controlling boyfriend. She got into a relationship that was two years long. They broke up recently, and it was a controlling and abusing relationship. She's lost her identity in the relationship. Now she's trying to find herself and feel she has contributed to the mess in her life. The guy was a sociopath.

answer: No answer

text: There is information in the narrative.

refinement: She is 19 years old. She dated a controlling boyfriend. She got into a relationship that was two years long. They broke up recently, and it was a controlling and abusing relationship. She's lost her identity in the relationship. Now she's trying to find herself and feel she has contributed to the mess in her life. The guy was a sociopath.

answer: The narrator has lived in a suburban town all her life. Two years ago she fell under the spell of a sociopath's love and lost herself for a time. She's trying to make up for lost time now.

answer: The narrator was in a very controlling, possibly abusive, relationship. She describes her former partner as a "sociopath." The narrator says she loved them and probably always will, but they tried to push her into a mold.


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MANUEL PRADAL (22 March 1964 – 13 May 2017) was a French film director and screenwriter.[1][2] He wrote the scenarios for all the films he directed.[3] Pradal died on 13 May 2017 in Paris after a long illness, aged 53.[4][5]

Awards and nominations

His 1997 film _Marie from the Bay of Angels_ was in competition for the Tiger Award at the 1998 International Film Festival Rotterdam (IFFR).[6]

Filmography

Manuel Pradal is both the screenwriter and the director of all of his films.[7]

-   1991: _Canti_
-   1997: _Marie from the Bay of Angels_ (a.k.a. _Angel Sharks_)
-   2002: _Ginostra_
-   2006: _A Crime_
-   2010: _The Blonde with Bare Breasts_
-   2013: _Tom le cancre_
-   2014: _Benoît Brisefer: Les Taxis rouges_

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title: Manuel Pradal

question: What field did Manuel Pradal work in?

answer: Manuel Pradal was a French film director and screenwriter.

answer: Manuel Pradal was a film director and screenwriter.

answer: He was a film director and screenwriter.

answer: Filmography.

question: What is the cause of Pradal's death?

answer: A long illness.

answer: Pradal died on 13 May 2017 in Paris after a long illness, aged 53.

text: The question only asks about the cause of death

answer: A long illness.

answer: According to the passage, Pradal died after a long illness.

question: How long did Pradal live?

answer: Pradal died on 13 May 2017 in Paris after a long illness, aged 53.

text: The question only asks about his age when he died

answer: 53 years.

answer: 53 years.

answer: According to the passage, Pradal died on 13 May 2017, aged 53.

text: The question only asks about his age when he died

question: List Pradal's films from 1991 to 2014.

answer: Canti, Marie from the Bay of Angels, Ginostra, A Crime, The Blonde with Bare Breasts, Tom le cancre, and Benoît Brisefer: Les Taxis rouges.

answer:
- Canti (1991)
- Marie from the Bay of Angels (1997)
- Ginostra (2002)
- A Crime (2006)
- The Blonde with Bare Breasts (2010)
- Benoît Brisefer: Les Taxis rouges (2014)

text: Reformat as a sentence

refinement: Canti (1991), Marie from the Bay of Angels (1997), Ginostra (2002), A Crime (2006), The Blonde with Bare Breasts (2010), and Benoît Brisefer: Les Taxis rouges (2014)

answer:
1991: _Canti_
1997: _Marie from the Bay of Angels_ (a.k.a. _Angel Sharks_)
2002: _Ginostra_
2006: _A Crime_
2010: _The Blonde with Bare Breasts_
2013: _Tom le cancre_
2014: _Benoît Brisefer: Les Taxis rouges_

text: Reformat as a sentence and remove the dates and underscores

refinement: Canti, Marie from the Bay of Angels (a.k.a. Angel Sharks), Ginostra, A Crime, The Blonde with Bare Breasts, Tom le cancre, and Benoît Brisefer: Les Taxis rouges

answer: Canti, Marie from the Bay of Angels, Ginostra, A Crime, The Blonde with Bare Breasts, Tom le cancre, and Benoît Brisefer: Les Taxis rouges.

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: Manuel Pradal was a French film director and screenwriter. He wrote the scenarios for all the films he directed.

text: The fact that he "wrote the scenarios for all the films he directed" is relatively minor

refinement: Manuel Pradal was a French film director and screenwriter.

text: Include information about his death

refinement: Manuel Pradal was a French film director and screenwriter. He was born in 1964 and died in 2017 after a long illness.

answer: Award-winning French film director and screenwriter Manuel Pradal died in 2017 at the age of 53. He had seven films from 1991 to 2014.

answer: Manuel Pradal was a French film director and screenwriter. He wrote the scenarios for all the films he directed. Pradal died on 13 May 2017 in Paris after a long illness, aged 53.

answer: Manuel Pradal was a French film director and screenwriter, known for his 1997 film "Marie from the Bay of Angels." He died in 2017 after a long illness, aged 53.

text: The fact that Marie from the Bay of Angels "was in competition for the Tiger Award at the 1998 International Film Festival Rotterdam" supports the claim that he was known for it


text:
When the gas station shut down, Edna spoke up.

It was after a long string of shutdowns...decades ago, the fabric mill, then the supermarket, the hardware store, Bob's repair shop (he retired to Jacksonville), and the last restaurant. Soon after, everything but FastGas. From just shy of 5,000 people, to the last 30 living inhabitants of Dekher, TN. We all hesitated to call it a ghost town, but the boarded-up houses and stores said if the town wasn't dead, then it was definitely undead. Dekher was a zombie town, that didn't know it had died as parts of it fell off and disappeared.

The last unofficial-council meeting was just 5 people. Half the town were packing their belongings into old station wagons and onto utility trailers. There wasn't much left that mattered, and most people were making their last trip to complete their moves to somewhere more important. The council met on two opposite-facing wooden benches in front of the old general store. I was already there when the others arrived, undoing the bolts from the floor under the better of the two benches, so that I could take it with me. My late wife and I had carved our initials on the back when we were 18, shortly before we were married. I didn't want to leave it behind when we all left.

"Noon", Harold said.

"Hey", I said. We were non-committal in our greetings. This wasn't going to start great, or end with "See you later".

A lot of small groups of people start as a community. They move through various phases of friendships and hatreds, and eventually to a complete lack of concern. Old good memories exist alongside grudges; what comes to the forefront of mind depends on the situation, but rarely seem important enough to raise a heart rate.

Edna arrived with Betsy. Betsy drove her husband's old Cadillac and parked it right in the middle of the street, as usual. A dead end town with few cars meant that things didn't need to get complicated.

Leo arrived with a coffee pot and a stack of ceramic cups, washed from the last meeting but stained from many previous ones.

We sat for a while, sipping that coffee. No one talked about the future or the past. No one talked about the town.

Like I said, Edna spoke up.

"We should have a parade."

Leo and Harold were immediately indignant. They called the idea stupid and wasteful, and refused to have anything to do with it. I kept quiet and looked at the convertible Caddy.

"I'm in", I said, and Harold's proclaimed annoyance petered out.

Betsy offered the Cadillac before I could ask about it. Leo clearly did an abrupt about-face and offered to drive it, so the "Queens" of the parade could sit on the back and wave to the...crowd. Harold was silent for quite a while before he spoke up and offered the old pedal-powered 4-wheeler, if I'd pedal it. Edna talked about a dress she hadn't worn in 40 years.

Within an hour, the parade was planned. I don't think anything in this town had been planned that quickly since we were kids. We separated and went to our houses and I'm sure we all dreamed of parades. Thursday today...the parade was to be Saturday morning.

The next day I walked by Harold's and he was painting sheets of plywood, attached to the sides of his utility trailer. The trailer was loaded with his belongings and it was clear he had thought of something no one else had. The parade was not just a route...it was the path out of town for the last time.

After a quick discussion, I ran to the others' houses and arrived to each winded and excited, explaining the plan. The parade was moved to the afternoon and we all were now in a mad rush to pack our belongings for the parade. Edna and Betsy were making plastic flowers to attach to the Car, and the 4-wheeler was abandoned in favour of my pickup truck (with more plastic flowers, once Betsy showed me how to make them from the plastic bags left behind at the gas station). No one slept Friday night and we were exhausted at parade time, with full gas tanks and everything we cared about we us.

We started at the fabric mill and the parade route moved roughly along the chronological order of shut-down businesses. We stopped for a moment of reflection at each and moved on. Harold talked about getting caught shoplifting condoms in the 50s and we all roared in laughter. Edna might have been blushing too much. Leo explained how the weather vane on top of the school got shot off. Betsy talked about coming back after nursing college and how so many people she'd cared for that have now passed on or left, treating each similarly. I spoke about each job I had in town and then men and women I had worked with, feeling like I should have less to talk about than I did.

We waved, and drove, and spent a lot of time acting like there were more people to watch than the few last stragglers who were getting their last move completed. We were all crying by the end and no goodbyes were said as we each took a different turn off the old highway.

Edna spoke up, and none of us will ever go back to Dekher.

(All rights reserved by me. Please don't hate me for this. I've been stolen from before.)

title: Edna Spoke Up

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

Why does the narrator hesitate to call Dekher a ghost town?

answer: Houses were boarded up and some had fallen part.

text: This answer is incomplete

refinement: Though many houses were boarded up and some had fallen part, there are still people that call Dekher home. They all have memories of and connections to the town.

answer: The narrator hesitates to call Dekher a ghost town because it still holds memories for its remaining inhabitants. Although most stores and businesses are shut down, the last people that remain have deep connections to the town. The abandonment and silence that comes with a ghost town is gone for Dekher, instead it feels like a town that is slowly dying.

answer: The narrator hesitates to call Dekher a ghost town because it is still home to a small group of people, including the narrator. The town has had multiple closures in recent times, but there are still a few people left who vow to stay. Dekher, despite its existential death, still holds purpose and connection for its inhabitants.

answer: That information isn't clear.

text: The information is available.

refinement: The narrator hesitates to call Dekher a ghost town because it is still home to a small group of people, including the narrator. The town has had multiple closures in recent times, but there are still a few people left who vow to stay. Dekher, despite its existential death, still holds purpose and connection for its inhabitants.

answer: It seems more like a zombie town.

text: Expand upon the answer

refinement: It seems more like a zombie town because parts of it are dead but there are still people with connections to and memories of the town. Some still live there

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

What is the symbolic importance of the parade?

answer: The parade is symbolic for the parting of the last remaining residents of Dekher and their last hurrah of the community that they've come to call home. The parade symbolizes their sorrow at moving on, while at the same time celebrates all that the town has been through and achieved.

answer: I think it epitomizes the importance of meaning to life and the importance of unity, no matter what your life circumstances.

text: The English can be improved

refinement: I think it epitomizes the importance unity and community and having a purpose in life, no matter what your life circumstances.

answer: Maybe it's their coming together to refuse to die along with the town.

answer: The parade, created by Edna to provide uplifting closure for the abandoned town of Dekher, is a symbol of resilience. It emphasizes the continuing strength of the remaining few in the face of long-term decline. It also signifies the emotional connection people will always feel to their hometown despite its changeable fortunes.

text: A small improvement in the grammar in the last sentence.

refinement: The parade, created by Edna to provide uplifting closure for the abandoned town of Dekher, is a symbol of resilience. It emphasizes the continuing strength of the remaining few in the face of long-term decline. It also signifies the emotional connection people will always have with their hometown despite its changeable fortunes.

answer: The members of the community realize at the end of the parade that they are most likely the last five left in Dekher, TN, so they wave goodbye.

text: Doesn't adequately answer the question

refinement: The members of the community realize at the end of the parade that they are most likely the last five left in Dekher, TN, so they wave goodbye.

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

Why do they not say their goodbyes?

answer: The participants are in a rush to move out of the town.

text: I don't think they are in a rush at all.

refinement: They are overcome by tears. This emotional moment overwhelms them.

answer: It's likely they all refuse to acknowledge it is the end of their beloved town.

answer: They realized at the last moment that they were all leaving Dekher behind for good. They do not want to say goodbye to friends and family that they might never see again. Instead, they would rather have one final celebratory moment by making the parade a kind of goodbye party. The parade is also a reminder to them of happier times in Dekher despite the town's decline. Saying goodbye would not have been enough to convey their emotions.

answer: They are overcome by tears. This emotional moment overwhelms them.

answer: The friends in the parade wanted to have one last happy memory of Dekher, not to dwell on the abandonment and demise of the town. They wanted to celebrate the life that had existed in Dekher, and to focus on the many memories that they had had over the years. Saying goodbye would tarnish the joy of the parade.

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

Who paints the plywood?

answer: Harold

text: The next day I walked by Harold's and he was painting sheets of plywood,

answer: Harold.

text: The next day I walked by Harold's and he was painting sheets of plywood,

answer: Harold paints the plywood.

text: The next day I walked by Harold's and he was painting sheets of plywood,

answer: Harold paints the plywood.

text: The next day I walked by Harold's and he was painting sheets of plywood,

answer: Harold does, and creates armored sides on his trailer for his move the next day.

text: There is no evidence that he created armored sides

refinement: Harold does, and creates armored sides on his trailer for his move the next day.

text: The next day I walked by Harold's and he was painting sheets of plywood,

question: Write a ~2 sentence summary.

answer: The last of the inhabitants of the small town of Dechher, TN believe they will disband because they have no future plan other than to accept nature taking its course. As they hatch their flimsy plans, their somber mood lifts as they remember some of the best stories and look forward to change.

text: The first sentence is a little confusing

refinement: The last of the inhabitants of the small town of Dekher are about to disband and leave town. As they hatch their flimsy plans, their somber mood lifts as they remember some of the best stories and look forward to the change.

answer: When the gas station closed, Edna spoke up and suggested that the town should have a parade. The town finished their move over the following days and had a heartbreaking farewell parade.

text: The first sentence isn't clear.

refinement: When the gas station closed, it signaled the end for the dying town of Dekher which is why Edna suggested that the last of the town's citizens should have a farewell parade. As they prepared to leave they remembered the people and events of the town.

answer: Edna had the idea to hold a parade in Dekher, TN when the gas station closed down. A group of 5 people spent the week preparing the event, saying their goodbyes. On the day of the parade, they all reminisced about old friends and happy times in the town they were leaving behind. At the end of the day, no one said goodbye and they all went their separate ways.

text: Small improvements to grammar

refinement: It was Edna's idea to hold a parade in Dekher, TN when the gas station closed. A group of 5 people spent the week preparing, saying their goodbyes. On the day of the parade, they all reminisced about old friends and happy times in the town they were leaving behind. At the end of the day, no one said goodbye and they all went their separate ways.

text: The summary is longer than required

refinement: It was Edna's idea to hold a parade in Dekher, TN when the gas station closed. As they prepare for the parade they remember old friends and happy times in the town they will leave with no goodbyes.

answer: This story takes place in a town where most of the people and landmarks have been ripped away. The only thing left is the Fast Gas station, so the residents stage a ceremony for closure.

text: The summary could be clearer

refinement: This story takes place in a town where most of the people have left and landmarks have been boarded up. The only thing left is the Fast Gas station, so when it closes the residents stage a parade to pay their last tributes to the people and events of the town.

answer: The narrator and few scant inhabitants of a dying small town fete the place they've known by having a last-minute, final parade. After it, they drive their separate ways, out of town.

text: The summary could be clearer.

refinement: The narrator and the few remaining inhabitants of a dying small town celebrate the memory of the people past by staging a last-minute, final parade. When the parade is over, they drive their separate ways, out of town with no goodbyes.


text:
Justice (C) 2012-2013 Victor D. Lopez
_______________________________

Time: The all too near future
Place: A courtroom
Setting: Final sentencing for the last remaining capital offense on the books of an apparently kinder, gentler more just world where equality is no longer a mere aspiration.
_____________________________

Justice

The prisoner stared impassively into the camera. The bright lights causing beads of sweat to form above his eyes and forcing him to squint, his perspiration-soaked thinning hair flattened unflatteringly against his forehead. No sound could be heard other than the faint hum of the air conditioning whose airflow was directed from the high ceiling above the high seats of the three judge panel, towards the three judged, keeping their immediate area comfortably cool. The camera trained on them remained a respectful distance away, and no harsh lights illuminated their somber countenances.

All three judges stared at the camera showing no emotion, their hands folded in front of them on the surface of their capacious bench on top of three equal, neat stacks of paper piled before each judge. Everywhere on earth citizens watched the unfolding drama over the neural net that provided a fully immersive experience indistinguishable from reality, effectively placing every citizen of earth in the courtroom as the Chief Judge began to speak in a deep, resonant, clear voice.

“The evidence against you has been examined. This tribunal finds you guilty of the charges against you by a unanimous vote. Have you anything you would like to add before we pass sentence?”

The camera changed back to the prisoner. The lights brightens around him and the heat rises perceptibly, adding fresh fuel to the trickle of sweat flowing down his flushed face, causing a bead of sweat to form at the end of his nose that he cannot swat away because his wrists are restrained by metal bands at the armrests of his chair, outside the viewing range of the camera which has a tight zoom on his face. “I am guilty of no crime,” the prisoner spoke in a low voice full of palpable weariness and resignation.

“You are guilty of the most heinous of crimes,” the Chief Judge contradicted. "That is not open to debate. This is your final chance to make what amends you may to those whom you have harmed through your selfish, deviant act. It will have no effect on the sentencing by this Court.”

“But I have done nothing wrong,” the man emphatically repeated, the perspiration rolling down his neck deepening the growing ring of sweat absorbed by his bright orange jumper, staining a dark collar of moisture around his neck.

“Silence!” the Chief Judge hissed. “The record will show that the prisoner is unrepentant. This Court finds that the prisoner willfully, maliciously and without justification removed his neural connector with the purpose and effect of disconnecting himself from the Net. We further find that the motivating factor for this egregious, willful and repugnant crime was the attempt to abandon the Common Consciousness and establish his individuality separate and apart from the Communal Mind. We further find that the subject is in full possession of his legal faculties and capable of understanding the criminal nature of his acts, and, perhaps most tragically, that he fails to see the enormity of his crime.” The Chief Justice faltered slightly, delivering the final words of the Courts sentence with a slight tremor in his voice. After stopping a moment to compose himself as his learned colleagues looked on impassively, he continued. “It is, therefore, the judgment of this Court that you will forever remain disconnected from the nets from this day forward.”

Upon hearing the Judge’s words the prisoner’s eyes opened wider, attempting to digest their import. Could it be? Could he finally be allowed the freedom to regain his humanity? The unalienable right to be an individual for the first time in his life? The opportunity to live in a world in which he could have original thoughts, genuine emotions, and the opportunity to be different from everyone else? The joy in these words nearly made him faint with relief and unbridled joy, allowing him for the first time in his life the possibility of hope as tears welled in his eyes. He found he could not speak, could not express even the simple words “thank you” to the Court. It was as though he were emerging from a life-long nightmare, as if . . .

“The prisoner’s IP address, 999.999.999.999, shall be erased from the Nets,” the Judge continued as the prisoner’s tears flowed freely. His existence shall be forever stricken from the Collective Consciousness lest it germinate there and once again grow sedition in our midst.” The prisoner wept openly now while smiling broadly. “The death sentence for this most heinous of crimes is hereby commuted so that the prisoner may be allowed the individuality he craved for the rest of his natural life, devoid of the comfort of humanity or the distracting influences of life.”

The Chief Judge then paused and took a deep breath. “It is further ordered by this Court that the prisoner shall have his eyes, eardrums, tongue and olfactory organs surgically removed that he may not see, hear, taste, or speak with any other human being for the rest of his natural life. thereafter, he is to be remanded to a hospital where he shall be restrained to a bed and tended to by robotic life support aids. The sentence of this Court shall be carried out immediately and shall be witnessed by all Citizens of Earth as partial reparation for this most heinous of crimes against humanity.”

The prisoner’s screams lasted only a few moments as an anesthetic was administered and the cameras were re-arranged in preparation for justice to be carried out.

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Justice - from Book of Dreams 2e: Science Fiction and Speculative Fiction Short Stories (c) 2013 by Victor D. Lopez.

title: Justice

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

What does the text say about the prisoner's punishment?

answer: The prisoner is guilty of removing his neural connector with the purpose and effect of disconnecting himself from the Net. The convict is also in full possession of his legal faculties but fails to see the enormity of his crime. As a result, he has to be removed from natural life and separated from humanity. The Chief Judge orders the prisoner's eyes, eardrums, tongue, and olfactory organs to be surgically removed and the convict will be sentenced to bed rest in hospital. The Chief Justice also orders the prisoner to be disconnected from the Common Consciousness.

text: The question does not require stating his crime.

refinement: As a result of his crime, he has to be removed from natural life and separated from humanity. The Chief Judge orders the prisoner's eyes, eardrums, tongue, and olfactory organs to be surgically removed and the convict will be sentenced to bed rest in hospital. The Chief Justice also orders the prisoner to be disconnected from the Common Consciousness.

text: It would be more accurate to say "society" than "natural life".

refinement: As a result of his crime, he has to be removed from society and separated from humanity. The Chief Judge orders the prisoner's eyes, eardrums, tongue, and olfactory organs to be surgically removed and the convict will be sentenced to bed rest in hospital. The Chief Justice also orders the prisoner to be disconnected from the Common Consciousness.

answer: The prisoner is in front of a tribunal. The verdict is scream and permanently disconnected from the internet. The prisoner is recored to have removed the neural connector without the common consciousness and have gone against the idea of the collective consciousness. As such, the prisoner is sentenced to have his eyes, olfactory and other organs removed. He will be placed in detention, where he will be allowed to live.

text: He'll be placed in a hospital, not detention.

refinement: The prisoner is in front of a tribunal. The verdict is scream and permanently disconnected from the internet. The prisoner is recored to have removed the neural connector without the common consciousness and have gone against the idea of the collective consciousness. As such, the prisoner is sentenced to have his eyes, olfactory and other organs removed. He will be confined to a hospital, where he will be allowed to live.

text: First two sentences can be cut.

refinement: The prisoner is recored to have removed the neural connector without the common consciousness and have gone against the idea of the collective consciousness. As such, the prisoner is sentenced to have his eyes, olfactory and other organs removed. He will be confined to a hospital, where he will be allowed to live.

text: The phrasing of the first sentence does not make it clear that his transgression will not be reversed.

refinement: The prisoner sentenced to remain disconnected from the internets. As such, the prisoner is sentenced to have his eyes, olfactory and other organs removed. He will be confined to a hospital, where he will be allowed to live.

text: Phrasing to follow changes

refinement: The prisoner sentenced to remain disconnected from the internets. He is also sentenced to have his eyes, olfactory and other organs removed. He will be confined to a hospital, where he will be allowed to live.

answer: The prisoner screams that he has nothing to say. A successful surgical operation then removes the prisoner's eyesight, hearing, taste, and smell. Without the ability to see, hear, taste, or smell, the prisoner will exist in a world of silence for the remainder of his life.

answer: The prisoner is sentenced to forever remain disconnected from the nets from that day forward. The Court also sentences the prisoner to having his eyes, eardrums, tongue, and olfactory organs surgically removed.

text: The answer could mention that he will be confined to hospital.

refinement: The prisoner is sentenced to forever remain disconnected from the nets from that day forward. The Court also sentences the prisoner to having his eyes, eardrums, tongue, and olfactory organs surgically removed. He will spend the rest of his days restrained to a hospital bed.

answer: The prisoner is in front of a tribunal. The verdict is scream. The prisoner is recored to have removed the neural connector without the common consciousness and have gone against the idea of the collective consciousness. As such, the prisoner is sentenced to have his eyes, olfactory and other organs removed. He will be placed in detention, where he will be allowed to live.

answer: The prisoner is guilty of removing his neural connector with the purpose and effect of disconnecting himself from the Net. The convict is also in full possession of his legal faculties but fails to see the enormity of his crime. As a result, he has to be removed from natural life and separated from humanity. The Chief Judge orders the prisoner's eyes, eardrums, tongue, and olfactory organs to be surgically removed and the convict will be sentenced to bed rest in hospital. He will also be disconnected from the Common Consciousness.

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

What does the text say about humanity in the future?

answer:
Justice (C) 2012-2013 Victor D. Lopez

Time: The all too near future

Time: The all too near future

In the Story: People on earth can now be "in" a courtroom as virtual beings.

text: Answer is incorrect; should mention the collective consciousness.

refinement: People in the future have neural connectors that link them to the Net. They share a Common Consciousness, referred to as the Communal Mind.

answer: In the near future, humanity has sobered considerably. Crime is rare and undesirable behaviors are no longer tolerated. All kinds of crimes are punishable by disconnection.

answer: People on earth can now be "in" a courtroom as virtual beings. Additionally, the keystone to the plot of the story is that capital punishment was seen as inhumane, and only one crime was left on the books as a crime to be punishable by death; removing one's neural connector so they could not regulate signals within the universal community.

answer: The story takes place in the future. Technology has progressed to the point that the justices are sentenced over a neural net, "citizens watch the drama unfold". The Justice system is run by three judges. The judges pass a death sentence for the most heinous of crimes, but the sentencing is changed to allow the prisoner to be disconnected from the nets and have his senses removed from his body. They hope this would allow the convict the individuality he had craved for the rest of his natural life.

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

What does the text say about the prisoner's family?

answer: No answer

answer: No answer

answer: The text doesn't say anything about the prisoner's family.

answer: The prisoner's family receives no mention in the story.

answer: The text doesn't say anything about the prisoner's family.

answer: No answer


text:
ELMWOOD is an unincorporated community in Saline County, in the U.S. state of Missouri.[1]

History

Elmwood was platted in 1867.[2] A variant spelling was “Elm Wood”.[3] A post office called Elm Wood was established in 1851, and remained in operation until 1907.[4]

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title: Elmwood, Missouri

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

What is Elmwood?

answer: an unincorporated community in Saline County, Missouri, U.S.

answer: Elmwood is an unincorporated community in Saline County, in the U.S. state of Missouri.

answer: Elmwood is an unincorporated community in Saline County, Missouri, United States.

answer: Elmwood is an unincorporated community in Saline County.

answer: Elmwood is an unincorporated community in Saline County.

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

When was Elmwood platted?

answer: Elmwood was platted in 1867.

answer: 1867

answer: 1867

answer: Elmwood was platted 1867.

answer: Elmwood was platted in 1867.

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

When was the post office in Elmwood, Elm Wood, established?

answer: The post office in Elmwood, Elm Wood, was established in 1851.

answer: 1851

answer: The post office in Elmwood, Elm Wood, was established in 1851.

answer: 1851

answer: 1851

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

When did the post office in Elmwood, Elm Wood, close?

answer: The post office in Elmwood, Elm Wood, closed in 1907.

answer: The post office in Elmwood, Elm Wood, closed in 1907

answer: The post office in Elmwood, Elm Wood, closed in 1907.

answer: The post office in Elmwood, Elm Wood, closed in 1907.

answer: 1907

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: Elmwood is an unincorporated community in Saline County. It was platted in 1867. The post office has been closed since 1907.

text: Too many sentences.

refinement: Elmwood is an unincorporated community in Saline County, Missouri, United States.

answer: Elmwood is an unincorporated community in Saline County, U.S. state of Missouri.

answer: Elmwood is an unincorporated community in Saline, Missouri which is in the U.S. state of Missouri.

answer: Elmwood is an unincorporated community in Saline County, Missouri, U.S.

answer: Elmwood is a rural community in Saline County, Missouri founded in 1867.


text: fiffly the rabbit is a rabbit. Despite the name, fiffly is an it, not a he, not a she, an it. Fiffly has always been a rabbit and wasnt concerned with the little if's of life. Even if it hadnt been a rabbit at some point in time, had it been a diabetic czar or a pernicious algae or a distant wave of sound brought on by foggy oscillations in the retrograde orbit of neptune it was now a rabbit and it couldnt be bothered to consider its past exploits. Fiffly woke up at sunrise and fell asleep at sunset and inbetween these two occurences it did exactly what a rabbit does on any given day. Fiffly hopped and forraged for leafy greens (didnt care much for carrots, unaware of the cliche) and avoided a fox or two. It didnt know why it didnt like the fox, its negative association vaguely and tangentially related to a cloudy afternoon some inexplicable number of months ago where a sibling fiffly may or may not have had was possibly devoured by a presence with a similar smell. However, fiffly had been rather unsure of the family for quite some time. Siblings came and went. Biffly chiffly niffly all of these names are arbitrary as fiffly never fully gripped on to the existence of any of them. We humans have the expression "fuck like rabbits" because we are aware of the procreative tendencies of rabbits and their willingness to treat offspring like an amateur photographer treats digital photographs, but fiffly didnt know and didnt care. When fiffly hopped down to the lake it saw grass, it saw water and it saw sky. The concept of profundity was lost on fiffly. A great mind with an overinflated human ego can look out towards a lake and contemplate the vast calmness of an empty universe. A great mind could be inspired and awed by a lake but fiffly was not a great mind. Fiffly was a rabbit.

title: Fiffly the Rabbit

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

What is 'fiffly'?

answer: Fiffly is a rabbit.

answer: fiffly is a rabbit

answer: fiffly is an it, not a he, not a she, an it.

answer: Fiffly is a rabbit.

answer: The text doesn't specifically name the protagonist.

text: The question doesn't ask for the name of the protagonist.

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

What does fiffly do?

answer: Fiffly is a rabbit who hops, forages for leafy greens, and avoids foxes.

answer: Fiffly hops around and digests grass.

answer: It hops and forages

answer: hop and forage

answer: Fiffly hops, forages for leafy greens, and avoids a fox or two. Fiffly is also unconcerned with lofty ideas like the vastness of the universe.

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

Who is telling the story?

answer: The story is being told from the perspective of the rabbit named Fiffly.

text: No,it's being told from the third person perspective.

answer: The narrator of the story is fiffly, the rabbit.

text: This is not accurate-a character in the story is not necessarily the narrator.

refinement: The story is told in the third-person perspective.

answer: Czarist liver, algae, and the sound of a nearby sea breeze.

text: This seems like the answer to a different question.

refinement: The story is written in the third-person perspective.

answer: it seems like a human offers the primary perspective

text: This is true, but the way to say this is to say it's in the third-person.

refinement: it seems like a human offers the primary perspective-the story is told in the third person.

answer: A human

text: Of course a human is telling this story, but this question is asking in which perspective is the story told.

refinement: A human is telling the story, as it is written in the third person.

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

Where is the rabbit?

answer: near a lake

answer: The rabbit is near a lake, presumably near where it was first introduced in the passage.

answer: Around a lake

answer: At a near lake.

answer: The rabbit is near a lake.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Fiffly the rabbit, an it, not a he or she, wakes up every morning at sun-rise and sleeps again at sun-set. It hops and forages for leafy greens and avoids foxes. Fiffly knows nothing about being a rabbit or about profundity.

answer: Fiffly the rabbit is an animal with simple needs. It sleeps at night and hops around during the day, unabashed of its seemingly limited scope. While divergent thoughts could motivate great minds, fiffly does not care and just enjoys living its simple life.

answer: Fiffly is a rabbit that only lives and thinks about what a rabbit does: hopping, foraging and avoiding predators. Fiffly does not contemplate its past or the universe around it. All it cares about is surviving.

answer: Fiffly is a rabbit that wakes up at sunrise and goes to bed at sunset. He rejects carrots and has a sibling named Biffly that he thinks was possibly eaten by a wolf. Fiffly's life is about nothing but the basics of existence. Fiffly's mind can't be great, it is only a  rabbit.

answer: The narrator thinks about a rabbit they have named 'fiffly'. They think about all of the insignificant things that a rabbit does. They compare rabbits to humans and reflect on a rabbit's seeming lack of awareness of their own lot in life.