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I hated that ancient pair of shoes.  Supporting a wife and child meant I had to make them last.  The backs had fallen apart and the metal cut into my heels with every goddamn step I took.  They had been digging the same holes into my feet all week but, as I walked to my car after a long day of work, it was especially intolerable.  Maybe that was why I was so short with that girl when she approached me.

My eyes were on the ground as I walked through the outdoor parking lot.  I couldn't wait to be home.  I took solace in the fact that my wife and daughter would be asleep.  I could sneak in and clean the cut on my forehead and stop the bleeding from my knuckles before they saw me.

Behind me, I heard someone call out, "Hey, Mister."

Knowing my city, the odds were high that anybody approaching me in a parking lot at night was about to stab me and take my wallet.  I snapped to attention, swiveling my head around and balling my hands into fists.  I flinched in pain as I remembered my hurt knuckles.

To my relief, there was only a hooker behind me.  She held her hands together and shook as if she was cold.  But I knew why she was actually shaking.

"No thanks," I said as I turned and started to walk back to my car.

"Actually, I, uh, I was wondering if you were, you know, carrying," she said, teetering up behind me on her high heels.

"No."

"Oh.  Well, you know, I'm really in need of a fix, Mister."

"Sorry to hear that," I lied.

"Well... can I at least suck your dick, Mister?  I need some money."

"Don't say that," I said without turning around.

"Who are you, my dad?"

"No, just don't say what service you're offering.  If I were a cop I'd be able to arrest you.  Just tell guys that you want to party."

"Oh.  Sorry, Sir."

Her accent was gone but manners like those didn't come from the city.  She still had her Southern charm.

"Well, actually, mister, maybe you could give me a ride."

"No."

"Oh, please.  It's only a few blocks.  I really need a fix.  Really bad."

"I have to get home," I said as I spotted my car.  Justa  few more steps in those goddamn awful shoes.

"It's a dangerous walk, Mister.  Please, Mister.  Please."

"It's even more dangerous to get in a car with a stranger, you dumb bitch!" I snapped as I turned to face her.  "You don't know a goddamn thing about me but you're still trying to climb into a car with me!"

"You have a kind face, Mister," she said meekly.

I turned to walk to my car, laughing.  "Really?  You think so?  Well you're a shitty judge of character."

I was infuriated when I could still hear her steps behind me.  As I reached my car, I faced her again.  She was sobbing.  Underneath the running makeup I saw her face for the first time.  Her lifestyle made her age twice as fast, but I could see her youthful eyes glistening with tears.  She couldn't have been out of her early-twenties.  Her eyes reminded me of my daughter's.  That unsettled me.

"Can you please take me home, Sir?" she sobbed.  "The bus station isn't far from here.  I just wanna go home to my daddy.  I never wanna see this city again."

"You have a father and a home?" I asked in disbelief.  "Then why the hell did you leave them for this shithole of a city?"

"Please, Mister.  Don't make me walk over there at this time of night.  The bus station is just a few blocks away."

The bus station was on the other side of town and I had no interest in staying out any later than I had to.

"Can't you see that I have blood pouring out of my head and my knuckles!  I'm a violent person!  I make a living through violence, for God's sake!  And you're trying to jump into a car with me because you think I have a kind face?  I hope my daughter grows up to be a better judge of character than you."

I froze when I realized the implications of what I had just said.  I was a violent man.  The kind that I wouldn't want my daughter anywhere near.

I was hypnotized by my realization when I felt the girl put her hand on my shoulder.  I did not know how to respond to affection.  So I responded with violence.

I backhanded her across the face.  I swore as I remembered my injured knuckle and held my hand to fight the pain.  The hooker backpedaled, holding her face.  She looked back to me one last time and yelled, "That's why!  That's why I left my father for this shithole of a city!"  Then she stormed off into the darkness.

At last, I sat in my car.  I didn't start the engine, though.  I looked at myself in the rear-view mirror.  I studied myself, trying to see why anybody would think I had a kind face.  To this day, I still can't see what that hooker saw in my face.

Maybe it was because I saw what became of that girl from the South.  Maybe it was because of the violence in my job.  Maybe it was because I wanted to get a new pair of fucking shoes.  Whatever the reason, I didn't go home that night.  I never saw my daughter again.

title: Why I Abandoned My Daughter

question: What does the story say about the narrator's relationship with his daughter?

answer: The narrator abandoned his daughter because he didn't want her anywhere near him. He was a violent man and didn't want her to be exposed to that kind of lifestyle. He regrets abandoning her and never seeing her again.

critique: The narrator didn't abandon his daughter, he abandoned her because he was a violent person and didn't want her anywhere near him.

text: It is not mentioned that the man regrets abandoning his daughter

question: Summarize the requests the hooker makes of the man.

answer: The hooker asks the man if he is carrying. She then asks if she can suck his dick. She then asks if she can get a ride.

critique: The answer should mention that the hooker asks for a ride to the bus station.

critique: The answer should mention that the hooker asks for money.

critique: The answer should mention that the hooker is asking for money.

critique: The answer can be more specific about the request for a ride.

critique: The answer should mention that the hooker is in need of a fix.

critique: The answer omits the hooker's final request.

question: What does the story say about the city the characters are in?

answer: The city is dangerous. The narrator is approached by a hooker who asks for a ride. The narrator is short with her and tells her to tell the guys she wants to party. The narrator is infuriated when the hooker still follows him. The narrator is a violent man who works in a violent job. He doesn't want his daughter anywhere near him.

critique: The response is missing the part where the narrator realizes he is a violent man and that he doesn't want his daughter anywhere near him.

critique: The response is missing the part where the narrator realizes he is a violent man and doesn't want his daughter anywhere near him.

text: Focus more on the elements of the environment such as the fact that the city is the kind of city that has hookers and men like the narrator who live through violent means.

question: What does the story say about the daughter's reaction to being abandoned by the narrator?

answer: No answer

critique: The matter of the narrator's daughter is the entire crux of the story, so even dismissing it with "no answer" is a stretch.


split: train

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ASHBURNHAM and PENHURST are civil parishes in the Rother district of the local government county of East Sussex, England, within historic Sussex, situated to the west of Battle. The two parishes share a joint parish council which also covers the settlements of Brownbread Street, Ponts Green and Ashburnham Forge. Neither of the parishes have many dwellings, Ashburnham having a population of 303, whilst Penhurst has just 52 inhabitants.[1]

Governance

At a local level, Ashburnham and Penhurst are governed by a joint parish council which is responsible for street lighting, allotments and recreational areas. They provide a local voice to the district and county councils. The parish council consists of seven councillors, split into two wards: five councillors from Ashburnham ward and two from Penshurst ward.[2] The May 2007 election had six candidates standing in the Ashburnham ward.[3] The Penshurst ward was uncontested.

Rother District council provides the next level of government with services such as refuse collection, planning consent, leisure amenities and council tax collection. Ashburnham and Penhurst are within the Crowhurst ward, along with the parishes of Catsfield, Crowhurst, and part of Battle. In the May 2007 election Crowhurst ward was won by the Conservative candidate.[4]

East Sussex county council is the third tier of government, providing education, libraries and highway maintenance. Ashburnham and Penhurst falls within the Battle and Crowhurst ward. Kathryn Margaret Field, Liberal Democrat, was elected in the May 2005 election with 48.8% of the vote.[5]

The UK Parliament constituency for Ashburnham and Penhurst is Bexhill and Battle. Gregory Barker was re-elected in the May 2005 election.

At European level, Ashburnham and Penhurst are represented by the South-East region, which holds ten seats in the European Parliament. The June 2004 election returned four Conservatives, two Liberal Democrats, two UK Independence, one Labour and one Green, none of whom live in East Sussex.[6]

Ashburnham

In 1086, Ashburnham was known as _Esseborne_, a settlement in the ancient hundred of Foxearle.[7] Ashburnham takes its contemporary name from Ashburnham Place, a country house built by the Ashburnham family (now a Christian conference and prayer centre), a name which derived from the local stream named the _Ashbourne_. The 14th-century parish church, dedicated to St Peter, was rebuilt in 1665. The village was in the iron making district of the Weald, and its blast furnace was, in 1813, the last in Sussex to be closed.

Until 2006, Ashburnham was the home of musician James “Tate” Arguile, guitarist in the alternative band Mumm-Ra.

Penhurst

PENHURST is a village located on the Weald, four miles (7 km) west of Battle. In 1086, Penhurst was in the hundred of Hailesaltede; the Abbey of Battle was its tenant-in-chief.[8]

Penhurst Manor is now a Christian retreat centre and is used much in the support of missionaries from overseas.

The 14th-century parish church is dedicated to St Michael the Archangel. The actor Harry H. Corbett (1925–82) lies buried in the rear churchyard. His daughter Susannah lives in Ashburnham.

Landscape

Ashburnham and Penhurst are located in the heart of the Sussex Weald within the designated High Weald Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty.

Landmarks

Ashburnham Park falls within the area and is a Site of Special Scientific Interest. It comprises ancient woodland and medieval deer park, containing a wide spread of flora and avian fauna.[9] Part of the park lies in the neighbouring Catsfield parish.

Several features of the old iron industry can be found along the track from the hamlet of Ashburnham Forge up to the furnace site near Lakehouse Road.[10]

[1] Census 2001

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[7] Open Domesday: Ashburnham, Sussex. Accessed September 2020.

[8] Open Domesday: Penhurst. Accessed September 2020.

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[10] Pearce, H, _Hammer and Furnace Ponds_, Pomegranate Press, 2011

title: Ashburnham and Penhurst

question: What are Ashburnham and Penhurst?

answer: They are civil parishes in the Rother district of the East Sussex county of England.

critique: It is omitted that they are situated to the west of Battle.

critique: Doesn't mention the shared joint parish council.

critique: The answer could be phrased as a complete sentence.

critique: The answer should include the fact that they are located in Sussex.

question: How are Ashburnham and Penhurst governed?

answer: At a local level, they are governed by a joint parish council which is responsible for street lighting, allotments and recreational areas. Rother District council provides the next level of government with services such as refuse collection, planning consent, leisure amenities and council tax collection. East Sussex county council is the third tier of government, providing education, libraries and highway maintenance. The UK Parliament constituency for Ashburnham and Penhurst is Bexhill and Battle. At European level, Ashburnham and Penhurst are represented by the South-East region, which holds ten seats in the European Parliament.

critique: The answer is too long and should be shortened.

question: What is the history of Ashburnham?

answer: In 1086, it was known as Esseborne, a settlement in the ancient hundred of Foxearle. Ashburnham takes its name from Ashburnham Place, a country house built by the Ashburnham family. The 14th-century parish church was rebuilt in 1665. The village was in the iron making district of the Weald, and its blast furnace was the last in Sussex to be closed.

critique: The answer should mention the blast furnace's closure.

critique: The answer should mention the current use of the village.

critique: The answer should mention the name of the stream.

critique: Information on the blast furnace was not important to the question. The period from 1813 to the present day is irrelevant.

critique: The answer should mention that the blast furnace was closed in 1813.

critique: The answer omits the village's history after the 14th century.

question: What is the history of Penhurst?

answer: In 1086, Penhurst was in the hundred of Hailesaltede. The Abbey of Battle was its tenant-in-chief. Penhurst Manor is now a Christian retreat center. The 14th-century parish church is dedicated to St. Michael the Archangel. The actor Harry H. Corbett lies buried in the rear churchyard.

critique: The answer should mention the current population of Penhurst.


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“What in the 7th Level is going on?”

Shun ran down the hall in the direction of the scream. He wasn’t much use in a fight, but perhaps his presence alone would be enough to send any would be robber away. Who wasn’t afraid of the son of a Council Head?

He made it to the foyer and saw what had caused the scream. He sighed and picked up the mouse that had wandered too far into his home.

“Lorelei, if you cause a commotion like that over a little mouse again I’ll see you sent to the kitchens. Is that understood?”

“Yes sir… I’m sorry Sir, it won’t happen again; it just scared me is all, ran right up and started nibbling at me socks.”

Lorelei was a pretty little thing, she’d come on staff just recently but he’d never seen a less pick up the intricacies of a household quite as fast as she did. She was fair of skin like Devi, except not as pale. She was a little fuller of body as well although not by much.

Shun was beginning to wonder if all the women from the less were scrawny.

The next thing he knew he was laying on his back in the foyer with fire spreading around him. The glass from the stained windows had shattered outward; he could see the center table was torn to bits and a tingling on his arm.

Lorelei was nowhere to be seen.

He tried lifting up his right arm, the arm he’d handled the mouse in and couldn’t. He tried to sit up and barely lifted his head before he saw Devi crouched over him, wiping away the blood on his face.

“S’good you tossed that mouse when I yelled or you woulda lost ye arm.”

He closed his eyes and laid his head back to the ground only for her to scoop him up as if he were a babe. She walked out of the main door with him and quickly ran down the stone walkway to the right of the main road leading to his estate. There she laid him down in a thicket and took up a careful watch of the area.

“But… Devi, what happened? Last I can recall I’d picked up the mouse Lorelei was… Lorelei, where is she?”

“Prolly halfway to Nine Moons Pub by now, good riddance to the Jìnǚ.”

“Nine Moons… Devi what are you on about? We have to make sure she’s alright. Father will be cross if his favorite servant were dead. Where are you taking me? The hospital is too far to carry me, take the mobile.”

Devi looked annoyed, it was the first time he’d seen her with any real emotion on her face. Well, it was the first time he’d seen her face. She was beautiful, her eyes a light shade of amber shining as if the light were on them and a light blue eye shadow. Her lips pressed together hard into a thin line but the color enthralled him, a vibrant blue. Her hands were soft against his skin.

“Listen papa’s boy, ye not goin’ to no doc, and ye not goin’ near ye dad. Lorelei was hired by ye pap to kill ye. It’s the why of it I don’t yet know. You’ll be fine, just weak from the blast and a little shock.

The mouse was the new bio-bomb ye papa ordered made. Basically out of this whole damned city, I’m the only one wants ye alive. So here’s what ye gonna do, ye gonna shut ye mouth until we get where we goin’, and ye gonna thank me when we get there.”

Shun paled, he’d known his father was working on something for inter-city warfare but not like this. Although it didn’t surprise him his father wanted him dead. Ever since mother made the sacrifice instead of just getting him a new chip he’d done nothing but either avoid him or show his disdain.

He decided he may indeed just be better off going with her.

“Alright Devi, I trust your judgment but I will require a proper explanation for when we get, wherever we’re heading.”

“Fair enough I guess, can ye walk yet?”

“I think I can, is it far? I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to; this is my first explosion after all.”

She giggled a bit before helping him up.

“S’not too far, only a couple blocks into the less’ quarter. Lucky for me ye live close by or we may have been in trouble.”

As they headed through bushes and back alleys a thought occurred to him, one he wasn’t able to recognize until after the initial shock was over. Who is this woman?

title: [SF] One of Many - Part 2

question: What is Lorelei initially afraid of?

answer: A mouse.

critique: A mouse is not the reason Lorelei screams in the foyer.

critique: I think it's more important to mention the fact that Lorelei is afraid of the mouse because it's the mouse that blows up.

critique: It is omitted that the mouse was nibbling at her socks.

critique: The answer could be phrased as a complete sentence.

question: What is the twist in Lorelei's character?

answer: She is the assassin hired by Shun's father to kill him.

critique: It is omitted that she is the assassin who is a mouse.

critique: It's omitted that she's the assassin, and that she's a bio-bomb.

critique: "She is the assassin hired by Shun's father to kill him." - must mention that Lorelei is actually a bio-bomb disguised as a house mouse.

critique: "She is the assassin hired by Shun's father to kill him." - Devi is the one who hired the assassin, not Shun's father.

critique: There is no evidence that she is an assassin.

critique: The answer should mention that she is also a bio-bomb.

critique: It is omitted that she is also a bio-bomb.

question: Who is Devi?

answer: Devi is a woman who works for Shun's father. She is the only one who wants Shun alive.

critique: The answer should mention that Devi is also Shun's savior.

critique: The answer should mention that Devi is the one who saves Shun from the bio-bomb.

critique: It is omitted that Devi is the only one who wants Shun alive because she is the only one who wants to save him.

critique: The second sentence is inaccurate. She is the only one who wants Shun alive, but she doesn't work for Shun's father.

critique: The answer should mention her role as Shun's bodyguard.

critique: It is omitted that Devi is Shun's bodyguard.

critique: Doesn't mention that she protects him from the "bio-bomb"


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The STRIPED WHIPSNAKE (_Masticophis taeniatus_) is a species of nonvenomous snake in the family Colubridae. It is closely related to the California whipsnake (_Masticophis lateralis_). The striped whipsnake is native to the western United States and adjacent northern Mexico.

Identification

The striped whipsnake is approximately 30-72 inches (76–183 cm) in total length (including tail). This snake exhibits black, dark brown, or gray coloration on its back, often with an olive or bluish tint. Along the center of each of the first four rows of pale dorsal scales, is a dark longitudinal stripe. There is a white to cream-colored stripe down its side that is bisected by either a solid or dashed black line. The coloring on the snake's belly tends to be cream to yellowish, fading to white toward the head, and coral pink toward the tail. This snake also features a lower preocular between the upper labial scales of the mouth. The anal scale is divided.

Geographic range

The striped whipsnake is found throughout the western United States and northern Mexico. The northernmost part of its geographic range is in south central Washington, and continues southward into the Great Basin between the Cascade-Sierran crest and the continental divide. Its range then continues southeast across the continental divide into New Mexico and western and central Texas. The southernmost part of its range lies in Michoacán, Mexico. In the Western United States its range also extends outside of the Great Basin into the Rogue River Valley in southwestern Oregon and northern California. There is a population in Bryce Canyon National Park in Utah.

Habitat

The striped whipsnake is commonly found in a wide variety of habitats including shrub lands, grasslands, sagebrush flats, canyons, piñon-juniper woodlands, and open pine-oak forests. It is attracted to both permanent and seasonal rocky streams, and it frequents both flatlands and mountains.

Behavior

The species _M. taeniatus_ is diurnal, active during the day, and is very alert and fast moving. It seeks shelter in rock outcrops, small mammal burrows, as well as in trees and shrubs depending on the habitat they occupy. This snake is nonvenomous, but it preys on a wide variety of species including lizards, other snakes (including venomous rattlesnakes), small mammals, young birds, frogs, and insects.

Reproduction

Little is known about the reproductive activities of _M. taeniatus_. After fertilization the female striped whipsnake will lay a clutch of 3-12 eggs, between the months of June and July, usually in an abandoned rodent burrow. One study has shown a natural incubation period of 44 to 58 days.

Subspecies

There are two subspecies of _Masticophis taeniatus_ which are recognized as being valid, including the nominotypical subspecies.[1]

-   _Masticophis taeniatus girardi_ [2]
-   _Masticophis taeniatus taeniatus_

_Nota bene_: A trinomial authority in parentheses indicates that the subspecies was originally described in a genus other than _Masticophis_.

Etymology

The subspecific name, _girardi_, is in honor of French-American herpetologist Charles Frédéric Girard.[3]

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[2]

[3] Beolens, Bo; Watkins, Michael; Grayson, Michael (2011). _The Eponym Dictionary of Reptiles_. Baltimore: Johns Hopkins University Press. xiii + 296 pp. . (_Masticophis taeniatus girardi_, p. 101).

title: Striped whipsnake

question: Is the striped whipsnake dangerous to human beings?

answer: No, it's not. It's a non-venomous snake in the familyColubridae.

critique: The answer should clarify that the snake is nonvenomous.

critique: The answer should mention that the snake is nonvenomous.

critique: It's omitted that the snake preys on a wide variety of species including lizards, other snakes (including venomous rattlesnakes), small mammals, young birds, frogs, and insects.

critique: The answer could be clearer in its pronoun use.

critique: The answer should clarify that the Colubridae family consists of non-venomous snakes.

critique: The proper name of the family is Colubridae.


text:
“The world knew its mother was returning. It began to prepare like a bird protects its nest or as a mother deer eats her baby’s waste. Everything changed before anyone realized it was changing. At some time, somebody thought the globe was heating up too much. It was like a comforting flame in the fireplace, though, and not the suicidal oven everyone predicted. Just one more thing for her it was later seen. The disease was nature’s greatest sacrifice. So many things changed then.

“The disease mostly just killed humans. It would break them down and turn their insides to water before they died. Most plants became inedible to humans. But, if you did eat them, you caught the disease, although animals seemed unharmed. The spirits of animals were awakened as they hadn’t been in many years. It seemed rabbits and squirrels scurried everywhere, that bears and wolves were twice as big and fearless. The deer were the uniquely altered. The herds grew and they relearned an old tongue, unspoken for generations. Their eerie clicks and chirps pealed through the forest each evening.

“Most affected were still the humans. Certainly, a great many died from the disease, but those who didn’t were the Callisto of progress—something far more mystical than what was called evolution, but betterment nonetheless. Indians got sick, but none died. One night, deer came into the reservation towns, snorting ancient rhythms like the drums. Indians woke up. Their bones felt the old songs, and everyone sang. The sick were healed. The old ways returned.

“The United States’ Department of Natural Resources studied the first changes curiously. Soon, it became apparent that nature was being reshaped into something unknown. They began massive conservation efforts to preserve everything as it had been. At first, they tried to control pollution and invasive animals, but after the disease that had to be abandoned. There were not enough people left. Then, when it became apparent that wild game was the sole source of food, the DNR found its leverage. It seemed as if a Senate or President hardly mattered anymore, it was the DNR whom the citizens obeyed.

“Now in control, the DNR doubled its conservation efforts. Studying whatever they had the resources for, they discovered that they hated what nature was doing. They wondered what had happened to forests of concrete and stars of streetlights. Despite what nature was doing elsewhere, the DNR in patches prevailed preserving things as they had been and always fighting for more. They wanted conservation above all things, the conservation of what had passed away.

“Then, Mother returned. No one knew she was coming, but we should have known the signs. The DNR called her a demon; we loved her as a god. She would guide us, give us counsel. The old ways had brought her back. She blessed us and taught us about our new world. She would say, ‘How beautiful is this world! Would you do anything to protect it?’

“The DNR met with her early on, to try and make out what she intended. It was not hard for them to understand that she wanted nature to prosper. She saw their conservation as a mother sees her child’s first art. Obviously threatened, the DNR began attacking. They would burn forests and kill animals. Once, after they had slaughtered most of a herd of deer, some Indians joined in the survivors song of mourning.

“I’m not sure if the DNR had forgotten the people living off of the land, but they were surprised. They invited us into their cities, assuming we would be with them. But, how could we desert the mother? She came and she told us, ‘We must protect this world! Would you die for me?’ And we would die for her. We began attacking DNR agents in the forests. We never went to their cities, because there were too many of them.

“A war of sorts began. They saw us as minions of a demon trying to destroy nature. So, they began fighting back. People died on every side. But, Mother urged us, ‘You are protecting the world! Don’t I deserve your life?’ We all gave our lives. Every living Indian came together. We fought and we died. Because I was too old, I just remembered. I saw the story and wrote the songs, even though there is no one left for me to pass it onto. Mother came to me and said, ‘The world has been saved! Go and tell the enemy of your victory.’

“So, I walked for a week to come to you. No one had told me how many of you had been killed. It was another week before I even saw traces of anyone. I thought maybe I was alone in this world. But, tonight you found me as I was eating this meal. Now you have heard my story.”

Billy Little-Fawn sat on the ground next to a pit of embers. The bones of a rabbit had been thrown into a hole. He intended to bury it before he left. A weary DNR agent, watched an old man who could not escape tell his story. He looked at the agent, who smiled showing small pieces of leaves stuck in his teeth. Billy covered his hole. Then, the DNR agent shot him between the eyes. Afterward, he staggered away. He threw himself on the ground to sleep. Something like sweat seeped from his pours, and the man never woke up.

“That’s the last of them,” said Mother.

title: That's the Last of Them

question: How did Mother deceive the Indians?

answer: Mother told Indians to protect the world and that she deserved their lives. She told them that if they died, they were protecting the world. They gave their lives. And Mother's plan worked because she made the DNR think that the Indians were her minions.

critique: Mother did not deceive the Indians. She was not tricking them. She was not using them. She was using her powers to make them see the truth.

question: Why would humans eat only meat after the disease came to earth?

answer: The disease killed humans by making their insides liquid and inedible, but it wasn't that way for animals.

critique: The answer is incomplete. It should include the fact that the disease made most plants inedible for humans.

critique: The answer is incomplete. It should mention that the disease made plants inedible to humans.

critique: The answer is misleading; the disease killed humans into water-like consistency, and plant life became inedible because of it.

critique: The response misses to mention that the disease also made plants inedible.

question: What occurrence made the Indians better?

answer: The Indians were better because they were able to eat the deer that were now roaming the forests.

critique: The answer is incomplete. It should mention that the Indians were also healed by deer.

critique: The Indians were better because they could eat the deer and were healed.

critique: The answer is incorrect. The Indians were better because the deer came into the reservation towns and snorted ancient rhythms like the drums. The Indians woke up. Their bones felt the old songs, and everyone sang. The sick were healed. The old ways returned.

critique: The answer is incorrect. The Indians were better because they were able to eat the deer that were now roaming the forests.

critique: This answer implies that being able to eat deer didn't help Indians, but was a byproduct of the Indians getting better. The answer is confusing.

critique: The answer is not related to the question.

text: Recovering from the disease instead of dying is what made them better/evolved.

category: accuracy

question: Why does the DNR agent shoot Billy?

answer: It is not stated.

critique: It is implied that the DNR agent shoots Billy to prevent him from telling his story.

critique: It is implied that Billy is killed because he is an Indian.

critique: This is false. The DNR agent shoots Billy Little-Fawn because he is done with the story and intends to leave.

critique:
The story states: "The DNR agent shot him between the eyes. Afterward, he staggered away. He threw himself on the ground to sleep. Something like sweat seeped from his pours, and the man never woke up.
"
Billy and the DNR agent were the last two people left on earth and the agent killed Billy because he could finally be free of him.


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I'm not a poet or a writer

The title of this is called 'Something Beautiful'
I've censored some names and details

Something Beautiful

If you have received this by now either: (1) something has happened to me,(2)***** , for whatever reason, decided to go back on her word to look through and read this along with anyone else who might be reading other than the intended purpose of giving it to you that I had already explained to her.

 Throughout the years that we have all known each other I’m glad to have had the opportunity in my attempt to try to know you. You probably know where I’m going with this but I’m going under the assumptions that you knew all along at some point that I had taken a liking or had feelings for you. This all started back when all of us took a trip to Austin and from there on out you know the rest: military ball, celebrating July out in the country, botanical gardens, movies….lots of movies….swimming parties, ice skating, and many other adventures of Tom and Jerry. I wanted to make things clear just in case there is no misunderstanding and through all the evasive, shy, and discreetness that I’ve known you for and for good reasons, I can certainly understand why. Perhaps I was coming on too strong, I don’t know, I’m a guy, I certainly didn’t want to make you feel pushed in a corner although when we first started to hang out it was awkward but I didn’t care. Eventually I got used to it and enjoyed the awkward silence just to see what would happen, bits of small talk and conversations here and there eventually broke the ice.

As to why I had these feelings is pretty simple. You are completely the opposite of what I want. You can take it however you want but it doesn’t matter because I’m not here anymore and there is no one else to get mad at. And if I am still here and you are reading this, shame on you **** and anyone else whose reading this. I’m about to list the reasons based on my years of knowing you and my conclusion at best, like I said before, you can take it however you want ….For shame *****.

…The opposite of what I want, ‘want’ has such a negative meaning, how about ‘need’ or ‘like’?

•Outgoing, social, funny, sense of humor, aggressive, assertive

Those are my main conclusions at best. *****, what I mean is that you are just being you. I have insecurities just like anyone else, somehow I get the sense that you are afraid to show something, something beautiful, it can be scary, well maybe you’re not scared, you just choose not to, I don’t know, your body language is hard to read and sometimes come off as ‘rejection’ or ‘refusal.’ I can see it by the way you are around Tanya, feeding off of her, but that’s what sisters are for, to look out for one another and there’s nothing wrong at all about it.

What I’m trying to say is that is what I like about you. It’s not hard, it’s very simple, I mean REALLY (but I could be wrong), you are simple. I don’t have to go all out of my way just to have an agenda, it’s either a yes or no which saves a lot of headache. I’ve always thought under the assumptions that you knew about it, I would just wait, waiting to see your next move. I never really expected an answer from you, just waiting, curious. Talking to Alicia long ago she told me that you already knew about my feelings and told me that it was better to stay friends. I don’t recollect that we had that conversation at all and I’m pretty sure I would have remembered that conversation if you had told me. But now that I knew, it didn’t really bother me that much. I continued on just like I had been, nothing had changed.

If you can remember we went hiking at the Buffalo Reservation walking around trails. Nice weather, walking alongside the river bank, and taking pictures. Nothing but peace, quiet, solitude, but also moments of awkward silence but I didn’t care. I contemplated to myself the whole time whether or not I should tell you how I felt. That moment when we were on top of the hill looking over the landscape, sitting on the bench eating Subway, the sun shining and a subtle breeze for a compliment. Living in that moment I decided not to, I held back. For some reason it wouldn’t seem fair to you at all. I didn’t want to push you in a corner. So in that moment of pure joy and bliss I let it go because in the end that was all I ever needed. It didn’t matter if you knew or not, what mattered was living in that moment of happiness, for me at least. I’ve been asked many times what my true goal or intended purpose was, luckily you have some very caring friends who were looking out for you. My goal was not to get you to like me at all, although it would have been ground breaking accomplishment and an awesome bonus, I only wanted to understand you and see if you were willing to be open.

Who knows, 5, 10, or 40 years have passed, maybe you’ve forgotten about me, maybe you haven’t. If you feel the need to burn this because it has been sitting somewhere on your shelf, drawer, attic, storage box, or wall and is a constant reminder of me than do so, I don’t want to hold you back. Carry on with life. Just know that wherever you are in life and through all your insecurities you’re not alone. This letter is proof that someone once cared for you, longing for your affection. You are the opposite of everything I ever needed and ever dreamed to want, something that I could never have nor dare to have possession of.

title: A letter to a very important person just in case I die...

question: Summarize the conflict in the passage.

answer: The conflict is that the narrator has unrequited feelings for their friend. While the text never explicitly states that this person is a woman, this is almost certainly the case as the text mentions a sister calling a woman 'her'. The letter seems to be an explanation that the narrator will not confess their feelings because the recipient already has a partner, which they are ashamed of, but they thank the recipient for being the opposite of everything they've longed to have.

critique: The gender of the recipient is never explicitly stated.

critique: Inadequate coverage of the details presented in the passage.

critique: The gender of the recipient is not explicitly stated.

critique: The gender of the recipient is not relevant.

critique: The gender of the recipient isn't explicitly stated.

text: The text never states that the narrator's crush had a partner.

question: Describe the events that the narrator reminisces about.

answer: The narrator reminisces about all the times they spent together with the girl. They recall going to Austin, celebrating July out in the country, going to the botanical gardens, going to the movies, swimming parties, ice skating, and many other adventures.

critique: The narrator does not recall going to Austin.

critique: The narrator is not talking about times they spent together with the girl. They are talking about the times they spent with the girl and how they felt about her.

critique: The narrator is talking about a girl, not a boy.

critique: The narrator is talking about the girl he has feelings for, not himself.

critique: "They" should be replaced with "The narrator"

critique: The majority of the response is not about the girl.

text: The narrator also recalls going hiking at the Buffalo Reservation where he considered confessing his feelings but decided against it.

category: coverage

question: Summarize the context in which this passage is written in.

answer: The narrator is writing a letter to a woman he has feelings for. He is writing this letter in case he dies. He is writing this letter because he has a feeling that something bad is going to happen to him.

critique: The narrator is not writing the letter because he has a feeling that something bad is going to happen to him.

critique: The narrator isn't writing this letter because he has a feeling that something bad is going to happen to him.

critique: The narrator is not writing this letter in case he dies.

critique: Some of the details in this response are inaccurate.

critique: The narrator is not writing this letter in case he dies. He is writing this letter because he has a feeling that something bad is going to happen to him.

critique: He is feeling pressured and possibly in danger by '*****' here.


text:
Have you ever noticed that light bulbs (the incandescent ones especially) seem to burn out most frequently at the instant they're turned on? Or that electronic components like home theater systems or TVs worked fine yesterday but don't today when you turn them on? I have, too.

Have you ever wondered why that happens?

Thermal stress

There are many factors that affect the longevity of electronic equipment. One of the most ubiquitous sources of failure is heat. In fact, the heat generated by most electronic devices as they perform their assigned tasks is the very heat that shortens their electronic lives.

When I worked at IBM in Boca Raton at the dawn of the PC era, I worked as part of a group that was responsible for the maintainability of computers and other hardware of all types. One task of the labs in Boca Raton was to ensure that hardware broke very infrequently, and that when it did, it was easy to repair. I learned some interesting things about the effects of heat on the life of computers while I was there.

Let's go back to the light bulb because it is an easily visible, if somewhat infrequent, example.

Every time a light bulb is turned on, electric current surges into the filament and heats it very rapidly from room temperature to about 340° Fahrenheit (the temperature depends upon the wattage of the bulb). This causes thermal stress through vaporization of the metal of which the filament is made, as well as rapid expansion of the metal just caused by heating. When a light bulb is turned off, the thermal stress is repeated—though less severely—during the cooling phase as the filament shrinks. The more times a bulb is cycled on and off, the more the effects of this stress accumulate.

The primary effect of thermal stress is that some small parts of the filament—usually due to minute manufacturing variances—tend to become hotter than the other parts, causing the metal at those points to evaporate faster. This makes the filament even weaker at that point and more susceptible to rapid overheating in subsequent power-on cycles. Eventually, the last of the metal evaporates when the bulb is turned on and the filament dies in a very bright flash.

The electrical circuitry in computers is much the same as the filament in a light bulb. Repeated heating and cooling cycles can damage the computer's internal electronic components just as the filament of the light bulb was damaged over time.

Cooling is essential

Keeping computers cool is essential for helping to ensure that they have a long life. Large data centers spend a great deal of energy to keep the computers in them cool. Without going into the details, designers need to ensure that the flow of cool air is directed into the data center and specifically into the racks of computers to keep them cool. It is even better if they can be kept at a fairly constant temperature.

Proper cooling is essential even in a home or office environment. In fact, it is even more essential in those environments because the ambient temperature is so much higher (as it is primarily for the comfort of the humans).

Temperature monitoring

One can measure the temperature of many different points in a data center as well as within individual racks. But how can the temperature of the internals of a computer be measured?

Fortunately, modern computers have many sensors built into various components to enable monitoring of temperatures, fan speeds, and voltages. If you have ever looked at some of the data available when a computer is in BIOS configuration mode, you can see many of these values. But this does not show what is happening inside the computer when it is in a real world situation under loads of various types.

Linux has some software tools available to allow system administrators to monitor those internal sensors. Those tools are all based on the lm_sensors, Smart, and hddtemp library modules, which are available on all Red Hat based distributions and most others as well.

The simplest tool is the sensors command. Before the sensors command can be used, the sensors-detect command is used to detect as many of the sensors installed on the host system as possible. The sensors command then produces output including motherboard and CPU temperatures, voltages at various points on the motherboard, and fan speeds. The sensors command also displays the range of temperatures considered to be normal, high, and critical.

The hddtemp command displays temperatures for a specified hard drive. The smartctl command show the current temperature of the hard drive, various measurements that indicate the potential for hard drive failure, and, in some cases, an ASCII text history graph of the hard drive temperatures. This last output can be especially helpful in some types of problems.

When used with the appropriate library modules, the glances command can display hard drive temperatures as well as all of the same temperatures provided by the sensors command. glances is a top-like command that provides a lot of information about a running system including CPU and memory usage, I/O information about the network devices and hard drive partitions, as well as a list of the processes using the highest amounts of various system resources.

There are also a number of good graphical monitoring tools that can be used to monitor the thermal status of your computers. I like GKrellM for my desktop. There are plenty of others available for you to choose from.

I suggest installing these tools and monitoring the outputs on every newly installed system. That way, you can learn what temperatures are normal for your computers. Using a tool like glances allows you to monitor the temperatures in real time and understand how added loads of various types affect those temperatures. The other tools can be used to take snapshot looks at your computers.

Taking action

Doing something about high temperatures is pretty straightforward. It is usually a matter of replacing defective fans; installing newer, higher-capacity fans; and reducing the ambient temperature.

When building new computers or refurbishing older ones, I always install additional case fans or replace existing ones with larger ones where possible. Maximum airflow is important to efficient cooling. In some extreme environments, such as for gamers, liquid cooling can replace air cooling; most of us don't need to take it to that level.

I also typically replace the standard CPU cooling units with high capacity ones. At the very least, I replace the thermal compound between the CPU and the cooling radiator. I find that the thermal compound from the factory or computer store is not always evenly distributed over the surface of the CPU, which can leave some areas of the CPU with insufficient heat dissipation.

I have a large room over my attached garage that my wife and I use for our offices. Altogether I have 10 running computers, two laser printers (in sleep mode most of the time), multiple external hard drive enclosures with from one to four drives each, and six uninterruptible power supplies (UPS). These devices all generate significant amounts of heat.

Over the years I have had to deal with several window mounted air-conditioning units to keep our home office at a reasonable temperature. A couple years ago our HVAC unit died and it made sense to install a zoning system so that the upstairs office space would be cooled directly and the remaining cool air, being denser than any warm air downstairs, would flow down to the lower level. This works very well for me and keeps me and the computers at a comfortable temperature.

It is also possible to test the efficacy of your cooling solutions. There are a number of options and the one I prefer also performs useful work.

I have BOINC (Berkeley Open Infrastructure for Network Computing) installed on many of my computers and I run Seti@Home to do something productive with all of the otherwise wasted CPU cycles I own. It also provides a great test of my cooling solutions. There are also commercially available test suites that allow stress testing of memory, CPU, and I/O devices, which can be used to test cooling solutions as a side benefit.

So keep cool and compute on!

question: Summarize the measures technological companies take to reduce heat stress on their products?

answer: The author suggests installing additional case fans or replacing existing ones with larger ones where possible. They also suggest replacing the standard CPU cooling units with high capacity ones.

critique: The answer should mention the use of liquid cooling.

critique: The answer omits the author's suggestion to reduce the ambient temperature.

critique: The answer should mention replacing the thermal compound between the CPU and the cooling radiator.

critique: It is omitted that over the years the author had to deal with several window mounted air conditioners.

critique: The author also suggests reducing the ambient temperature.

critique: It is omitted that the author suggests installing additional case fans or replacing existing ones with larger ones where possible. They also suggest replacing the standard CPU cooling units with high capacity ones.

text: Mention the various methods mentioned in the article such as liquid cooling, adding more case fans, lowering the ambient room temperature, using thermal compound, and more.


text:
MAHMOUD MOHAMAD EL ALI (; born 4 March 1984) is a Lebanese former professional footballer who played as a striker. El Ali represented the Lebanon national team, scoring 12 goals in 46 games, before being banned for life from professional football due to his involvement in the 2013 Lebanese match fixing scandal.

Club career

El Ali began his senior career at Lebanese Premier League club Rayyan Beirut, during the 2004–05 season.[1] The forward scored five goals.[2] In 2005 El Ali moved to Ahed, scoring four goals and helping his side finish in fifth place during the 2005–06 season.[3] The following season (2006–07), El Ali improved on his previous season's numbers, scoring 12 goals.[4] However, Ahed finished in fifth place once again.[5] In 2007–08, El Ali helped his side win their first league title, scoring three goals.[6]

The following three seasons, El Ali lifted two more league titles (2009–10 and 2010–11),[7] two Lebanese FA Cups (2008–09 and 2010–11),[8][9] three Lebanese Elite Cups (2008, 2010, and 2011),[10] and three Lebanese Super Cups (2008, 2010, 2011).[11] The forward was also part of the Lebanese Premier League Team of the Season for two consecutive seasons, in 2010–11 and 2011–12.[12]

In January 2013, El Ali moved to Indonesian Liga 1 side Persiba Balikpapan.[13][14] He scored three goals in 16 league games.[15] On 26 February 2013, El Ali was accused of illegal betting on several national and continental games concerning Lebanese teams and the national team.[16] He was banned for life from football and was fined $15,000.[17] Following El Ali's involvement in the 2013 Lebanese match-fixing scandal, on 26 April 2013, Persiba Balikpapan terminated El Ali's contract with the club.[18]

International career

El Ali made his international debut for Lebanon 16 June 2007, at the 2007 WAFF Championship, against Syria; Lebanon lost 1–0.[19] The Lebanese forward's first international goal came on 23 September 2007, in a friendly against the United Arab Emirates (UAE); the match finished in a 1–1 draw.[20] On 17 July 2011, El Ali scored his first, and only, international brace; he scored twice against the UAE in a friendly.[21]

In 2013, El Ali was accused of match fixing a 2014 FIFA World Cup qualification game against Qatar, on 14 November 2012, purposely throwing the match in the opponents favour.[22] Lebanon lost 1–0. Following the investigations, on 24 April 2013 El Ali was banned for life from the sport.[23] El Ali scored 12 goals in 46 appearances for the national team, and retired as Lebanon's fifth all time top-goalscorer to date.[24]

Career statistics

International

  No.   Date                Venue                             Opponent   Score   Result   Competition
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  1     23 September 2007   Dubai, United Arab Emirates                  1–1     Draw     Friendly
  2     8 October 2007      Saida, Lebanon                               4–1     Win      2010 FIFA World Cup Qualification
  3     2 January 2008      Kuwait City, Kuwait                          2–3     Loss     Friendly
  4     9 April 2008        Beirut, Lebanon                              4–0     Win      2011 AFC Asian Cup qualification
  5     7 June 2008         Riyadh, Saudi Arabia                         1–4     Loss     2010 FIFA World Cup Qualification
  6     21 January 2009     Phuket, Thailand                             2–1     Loss     2009 King's Cup
  7     6 January 2010      Sidon, Lebanon                               1–1     Draw     2011 AFC Asian Cup qualification
  8     17 July 2011        Al Ain, United Arab Emirates                 2–6     Loss     Friendly
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  10    23 July 2011        Beirut, Lebanon                              4–0     Win      2014 FIFA World Cup Qualification
  11    11 November 2011    Kuwait City, Kuwait                          1–0     Win      2014 FIFA World Cup Qualification
  12    29 February 2012    Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates              2–4     Loss     2014 FIFA World Cup Qualification

  : List of international goals scored by Mahmoud El Ali

Honours

Club

Ahed

-   Lebanese Premier League: 2007–08, 2009–10, 2010–11
-   Lebanese FA Cup: 2008–09, 2010–11
-   Lebanese Elite Cup: 2008, 2010, 2011
-   Lebanese Super Cup: 2008, 2010, 2011

Individual

AWARDS

-   Lebanese Premier League Team of the Season: 2010–11, 2011–12

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title: Mahmoud El Ali

question: What does the text say about the scandals El Ali was involved in?

answer: El Ali was banned for life from professional football due to his involvement in the 2013 Lebanese match fixing scandal. He was accused of illegal betting on several national and continental games concerning Lebanese teams and the national team. He was also accused of match fixing a 2014 FIFA World Cup qualification game against Qatar, on 14 November 2012, purposely throwing the match in the opponents favor.

critique: The answer omits the fact that El Ali was also banned for life from the sport.

critique: The answer should mention that he was banned for life from the sport.

critique: The last sentence should be treated as a separate scandal.

critique: It is omitted that he was banned for life from the sport.

critique: The answer should mention the punishment for his involvement in the match fixing scandal.

critique: The answer omits that El Ali was banned for life from the sport.

critique: The answer could be more specific about the scandal.

question: What does the text say about Ali's personal life?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that Ali's personal life is not discussed in the article.

critique: The text does mention Ali's personal life.

critique: The answer should mention that there is no information about Ali's personal life.

critique: The answer can mention that Ali's personal life is not discussed in the article.

critique: The article does not mention Ali's personal life.

critique: The answer should mention that Ali's personal life is not discussed in the text.


text:
Last night Everett and I went to our “icky Kroger” for a few essentials.  I had planned to go alone and leave the boys with Jason, but Everett insisted.  Mostly because he did not trust that a treat would end up in the bags; if he wasn’t the one pushing the cart.  I conceded, but secretly was looking forward to an hour of aimless wandering without any boy noises or fighting.  We pulled in about eight pm and went through our parking lot ritual of jumping over all the yellow lines.  Ever’s nonstop enthusiasm and chatter lost on me; as I went over the mental list of items we needed for the week.
 The cart I chose was stuck to another one. This seems to happen to me more than most people. Then again, maybe I just don’t have an understanding of how the buggies all fit together. I would have moved to another one; but, at that point I felt committed.  So I plastered on a smile and yanked just hard enough not to draw attention to my overflowing frustration.  When I finally set my purse inside it and walked through the automatic doors I was annoyed, tired, and dead set on getting out of there as fast as I could.
“Mom, Mama, Mom…”  I hear it so much that sometimes I don’t respond; just to see how long they can keep it going without changing tactics.   This time it was about a cookie. See, Everett knows that the bakery keeps a stand with them out for kids.  Unfortunately for him, and me, they didn’t have any left at that time of night; and to his growing horror they didn’t have any donuts either.  I managed to keep him distracted with the Little Debbie choices long enough to throw some bread in the cart.  After only a minor melt down at the thought of Kroger brand go-gurts, we moved on.
About that time is when I noticed her- Out of my hurried, grumpy haze I saw that someone was shopping the aisles with me. She was young, maybe nineteen, but it was hard to tell with the infant seat perched on the cart in front of her.  She filled her basket and made her way through the store just as I did.  After that, I never gave her another thought and went about finishing my chore.
 Now, I’m not sure what it is about the grocery checkout line that makes my children have a form of temporary insanity, but it does.  They run around pressing all the switches and buttons. They touch every piece of candy on the shelf and, if I’m not watching, will end up getting some of it in the cart.  This time I thought I had it beat though, because I wasn’t outnumbered.  I sent Everett to pick out some bubble gum and watched as my total climbed.
“I’m sorry; it’s just not going through”
“Please, just try it again. I don’t know what’s wrong, it should work.”
I turned to see that young mother in the lane behind me.  Her panicked eyes shifting from the cart to the cash register.  I watched as the card was declined again, her heart breaking with the news. The cashier was sympathetic but ready to move past the mother’s sad eyes and finish her shift. The mother looked into her cart calculating which was the most important item- milk, formula, or diapers.  That’s when I heard my little boy’s voice…
“My Mama’s card always works.” He told the few others in line.
“Yes it does, Everett.” Was my thought as I took the card in my hand, the one I was about to swipe for my groceries, and handed it over to the other cashier.  The women looked at me like I was crazy and asked if I was sure, glancing at the total.  I just nodded my head and pressed the card into her hand.  The mother broke down and with tears in her eyes thanked me.  She took her basket and baby and went out the door saying God bless you- And I knew that he already had.  Everett and I took our food and walked out to the car…
This time I jumped over the yellow lines with the joy and enthusiasm that only God’s Grace can give.

title: This moment

question: Summarise the possible motivation of the narrator to help the young mother with her grocery shopping.

answer: She sees that the mother is in denial about what's transpiring, holding back her tears. Without realising, the narrator finds herself in a motherly figure, empathising with her and actively hoping to help her. She then proceeds to help her on their own accord.

critique: The narrator is not in denial about what's transpiring.

critique: The response is confusing and inaccurate.

critique: The answer is mainly made up and has no coherent assemblage of facts. Most of the details shown are completely irrelevant.

critique: The narrator does not help the mother without realizing what she's doing. She does it because her son says her card always works.

critique: The mother is not in denial about what's transpiring.

question: What does the story say about why the narrator's children always get restless at the checkout line?

answer: The narrator's children are always restless at the checkout line because they are always excited to get something from the shelves. They run around pressing all the switches and buttons. They touch every piece of candy on the shelf and, if the narrator is not watching, they end up getting some of it in the cart.

critique: The narrator's children are restless because they are excited to get something from the shelves.

critique: The passage says nothing about why the children always get restless at checkout, only that this always happens.

critique: The response contains inaccurate information.

critique: The answer is not related to the question.

critique: The narrator's children are not excited to get something from the shelves.

critique: The narrator's children are not always excited to get something from the shelves. They are just excited to get something from the shelves.


text:
grifting as a digital gangster will insure that you never become poor, so long as you lower your moral standards.

you will need:
a stolen paypal account that doesn't belong to me or a fellow dg
(stolen paypal accounts are fairly easy to come by - a lot of people use the same password for their email and their bank and their porn site, you fill in the blank on that one)
balls
sunglasses and a hat

first, find a thing you want on ebay being sold in a general locality you find yourself in that ends in a few days or is set buy it now by a private seller.

contact the seller and tell them that your brother's/sister's/cousin's/pastor's birthday is TOMORROW, and the thing that they have for sale is exactly what your brother/sister/cousin/pastor has been raving about and you can't find it anywhere. tell them you want to come over and check it out, and you will buy it immediately if they end the auction early for 20% above what the current bid is at (what do you care, it isn't your money) or if it is buy it now, just say you want to roll over and peep that lil whodi before you commit.

roll over to their crib in your "disguise" and check out the item. tell them you don't have the cash on you, but you have plenty of simoleans in your paypal account. ask to use their computer.

sign on to the stolen paypal from their computer and pay the seller some stolen money from their computer, giving them a firm handshake as you exit the premises.

ride off into the sunset like a boss. optional: if you bought a go-kart, ride off in that.

when the seller finally catches wind that he/she has been scammed, they will tell the police that some guy came over to their house, used their computer, and paid for their item using a stolen paypal.

likely story.

the officers take this statement from the seller but they aren't exactly buying the story. one policeman turns to his partner and gives him a slight nod, and the seller (let's assume the seller is male) gets arrested and rides in the squad car to the county jail.

in county, he has a couple visitors from family and friends, but no one wants to bail him out. you see, he had a history of alcoholism and generally treated his kids like shit, and most everyone in the neighborhood knew it. his wife is glad she is finally away from his verbal and physical abuse, and while she secretly believes his story is genuine, welcomes the fact that finally, some karmic balance has been restored to the world.

while awaiting trial, his wife (with the help of a local attorney) files divorce papers to dissolve their marriage of six years. he paces his jail cell and the common area, clutching his divorce papers, weeping softly, wondering if he had just been a slightly more attentive husband and went to his AA meetings regularly, if this whole mess ever would have happened.

at his trial, the judge reads aloud what he has been charged with, and if he has anything to say for himself.

"NO," he exclaims to the judge. "I AM NOT GUILTY!"

fighting back tears, he scans the courtroom - his friends and family are nowhere to be seen. the jury continues staring the defendant down with obvious contempt as the prosecution mounts their case. the prosecutor, a young, handsome hotshot, makes eye contact with the dumbfounded ebay seller. if there is one thing he learned in law school, it is that the face of this seller in particular is clearly showing no remorse for his actions.

following the conclusion of the defense's unconvincing, public-defender-esque argument, the judge bangs his gavel and the jury convenes to deliberate the case. no character witness has come forward to attest that deep down, our seller truly is a nice person, just misguided and damaged. his youth was marked with abuse, and he knew no better than to follow the same example in adulthood.

in no less than fifteen minutes, the jury returns. slowly, the dejected seller rises to his feet, fidgeting nervously.

"...we find the defendant guilty, " the jury foreman states with a hint of disdain in his voice.

sentenced to one year in prison, the seller begins writing a memoir detailing his experience as a child and the subsequent problems that followed. collect call after collect call, letter after letter, he continues to profess his innocence to his estranged ex-wife and children. after going through a series of substandard boyfriends, his ex-wife finally realizes that perhaps the seller is not such a bad guy after all, and the experience of jail has changed him for the better; she decides to contact a better lawyer and begin to mount an appeal to set her ex-husband free.

one day in the common area, a fight breaks out between the seller and a former gang member (who was incarcerated for a drug distribution charge) over a pair of stolen slippers. amidst the confusion, the seller accidentally stabs a correctional officer, severely wounding him. this effectively erased ALL of the good time the seller had accumulated (3 months) and he was sent to administrative segregation for his crime.

a judge finds the seller guilty of assault with a deadly weapon against a correctional officer and extends his prison sentence seven years. it would have been longer but his ex-wife, in a show of newfound love and respect, asked the judge for leniency in his case. she truly believed her former lover had turned over a new leaf, and had begun marking a calendar, counting the days until she could be with her husband again.

after fulfilling his debt to society (which actually began as your debt to society), the seller is released from prison, his memoirs now 800 pages thick. his children, once bright-eyed elementary school students, were now in high school. even though their father was in jail, it seems they turned out to be responsible young adults, making the honor roll and abstaining from drugs and alcohol use.

watching the news on a lazy sunday afternoon, you recognize your victim's mugshot as they tell his story and discuss his memoirs. realizing the error of your ways, you drive to his house in your stolen go-kart and ring the doorbell. the seller answers the door.

"hello seller," you quietly mumble. "you probably don't remember me, but i am the reason you went to jail many years ago."

after a few seconds of uneasy silence, the man replies.

"yes, i remember. for the longest time, i thought about nothing but getting revenge on you. you took my family away from me. you took my youth. you took my go-kart..."

a lump forms in your throat as his eyes well up with tears. he continues:

"if it wasn't for you, though, i never would have faced my past demons. since i've been out of jail, i have a boundless appreciation for life, my kids and my wife love me unconditionally, and i have been clean and sober for a long time. i owe it all to you."

"come on, " you say, putting your hand on the man's shoulder. "let's take a ride."

turn to page 127 if you drive the man to the bar and get him piss drunk, breaking his pledge of sobriety.
turn to page 120 if you email oprah to consider making him into a best-selling author with his memoirs.

*written by ytcracker*

title: How to get away with PayPal fraud in a few easy steps

question: Summarize everything the defendant had done wrong.

answer: The seller was an alcoholic who beat his wife and children. He got arrested for using a stolen PayPal account.

critique: The seller was also convicted of using a stolen PayPal account.

critique: The seller was also arrested for using a stolen PayPal account.

critique: The answer should mention the seller's scam.

critique: The answer omits the seller's crime that led to his arrest.

critique: The answer omits that the seller scammed an ebay buyer.

text: It is not stated that he beats his children.

question: What happens when the scam artist confronts his victim?

answer: The victim thanks the scam artist for what he did. He says that he wouldn't have faced his past demons if it wasn't for the scam artist.

critique: The victim does not thank the scam artist.

critique: The relationship between the two has been reversed

critique: The answer should mention that the victim forgives the scam artist.

critique: The answer should mention that the scam artist is the one who is thankful for what the victim did.

critique: The seller is thankful for the scam artist but not for what the scam artist did.

question: How does the scam artist originally get his victim?

answer: He uses a stolen PayPal account to pay for an item.

critique: The answer is not related to the question.

critique: Although this is a necessary step for the con, the question only asks for the initial steps.

critique: The answer is not relevant to the question.

critique: It is omitted that the scammer contacts the seller, tells a fake story and asks to see the item before paying.


text:
_In this ongoing series, Sam Irvine, SponServe’s Territory Manager, Australia and New Zealand, ponders his past life as a commercial manager at a rights holder and what he wishes he knew. Then, he pens a letter to his younger self. _

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14 March 2018

RE: WHY SPONSORSHIP AND MEMBERSHIPS ARE A MARRIAGE MADE IN HEAVEN

Dear Sam,

It’s that fantastic time of the year again in Australia when football clubs (AFL, NRL, and Rugby Union, in particular) send out their membership packs. You will have just received the pack for your family membership for the Sydney Swans and you will be planning which games you could potentially attend.

At the same time, you will notice that QBE (insurance sponsor) play a really big part in this membership program and you’ll wonder why you don’t take out your insurance with them.

This year, instead of just enjoying the token Swans branded items you and the kids receive, I have taken the time to point out five key reasons as to why you should have involved commercial partners more in previous membership programs during your time working at a rights holder.

1. Engaged demographic

A club’s membership group is almost guaranteed to be the most engaged demographic segment; what better group for your partners to want to talk to?

The brand loyalty this group has towards the club should be built on to create a sense of loyalty with the partner’s brand.

This group is going to be open to receiving communication from your partner (as long as it has a connection to your club). They have already opted-in on a number of fronts, so make sure you use this openness and level of engagement without simply spamming them.

2. Cross-promotion of partner’s assets

This is the perfect opportunity for you to play another key role in your partner’s marketing and communications plan and, at the same time, an opportunity to help them distribute some products or services. How can you use a special offer or actual product of a partner in the membership?

This could be a simple way to provide another touch point for a partner’s service or a way to get their product into the member’s hands. Utilise the services or products of a sponsor as rewards for members, using money can’t buy experiences brought to you by a sponsor or, better yet, involve the opportunity for your members to become a customer of the partner e.g. sign up to Qatar Airways Frequent Flyer Program to receive a signed Swans Jersey.

By working with the partner in this space, and tailoring this to a variety of levels (not everyone has an international airline as a sponsor), you are giving your members another reason to connect with your partners.

3. Multiple touch points

The variety of memberships available nowadays are so varied and flexible and they cater for the complex group that make up club members. Club memberships are no longer just for the die-hard fans and are now also for anyone who wants to feel a real connection with their club and a further sense of belonging, and this should be a key demographic your sponsors want to connect with.

By tailoring the different member offerings available (think pet memberships for example) and working with your partners on these different levels of memberships, you can provide a whole new group of consumers for your partners to talk to while, at the same time, opening up the opportunity to work with multiple partners on these new membership levels.

Involving your partners in the membership program creates multiple touch points for them through opening up a wide variety of communication opportunities and broadening your member database.

4. Continual brand recognition

Watching Harvey run around the house with a Swans flag or cape, or using his favourite A-League team drink bottle, really hits home the continual brand recognition available for your sponsors. By providing branded items that are useful, fun, different, or just simply a core part of the sport (think mini football or member card) you and your partners will position yourselves as a key player in the member’s daily routine.

This continual brand recognition and awareness is a priceless opportunity to have a year long (or potentially even longer) involvement with the member rather than just individual interactions. Work directly with your partners to be able to provide a meaningful connection with the member, ensuring they play a role in product decisions where appropriate, but most importantly communicating the key role your partners play in making that membership a special one for the members.

5. Life-long connection

Memberships tend to be life-long commitments and, as such, your sponsors now have an opportunity to create life-long connections with your members. This is an excellent opportunity to demonstrate the benefits of a long-term partnership with your sponsors. By providing them a long-term communication channel to a dedicated and committed group that you can help grow together, you are truly providing value for money to the partner and executing a meaningful partnership.

If done right, through mutual desired outcomes and a sense of community engagement, a partner’s involvement with a club membership program allows for a prolonged engagement with your fan base.

Sam, hopefully this letter helps motivate you in engaging your partners more in the membership program and provides a little bit of inspiration for future seasons.

Now it’s time to go and get a quote from QBE.

Yours sincerely,

[]

Sam Irvine, the older one.

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Sam Irvine // Territory Manager – Australia & New Zealand

Sam is passionate about helping organisations maximise their sponsorship programs and has worked with brands and rights holders at all levels. Sam is always looking for ways to improve himself and loves working with people who give as much as they take.

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question: What does the text say about some of the importance of including commercial partners, that is, sponsors, in membership programs?

answer: There are five key reasons why including commercial partners in membership programs are very important. The first is that the groups of members of these membership programs are the most engaged. The second is that they can be used to promote the assets of a partner business, which gives a company an opportunity to pitch their products and expand their reach even further. The member could also be used as a customer, specifically with airline companies, to sign up to their frequent flyer programs to get a few extra goodies. The fourth key reason is the importance of continual brand recognition, which partnership programs can enhance, by providing branded items that are fun, different, or even something that the club itself loves, like pet memberships. The fifth reason mentioned is that these memberships have life-long commitments, which makes them a long-term engagement to sponsors.

critique: The answer should mention the importance of multiple touch points.

critique: The answer should mention the importance of the group's loyalty.

critique: The details about the second key reason are not relevant.

critique: The answer should mention that the author of the letter is Sam Irvine.

critique: The answer includes extraneous information not useful for the task.

critique: The answer does not mention that the sponsors have an opportunity to create life-long connections with members.

critique: But does not expand on the reasons#1 and #2.


text:
_PSYCHOTIC GENIUS_ is the third album released by rapper, Ganksta NIP. It was released on February 20, 1996 through Rap-a-Lot Records and was produced by Mike Dean, Mike B, Gregory Jackson, Mezeio Jackson, Swift and N.O. Joe. The album peaked at #32 on the Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums and #19 on the Top Heatseekers.

Track listing

1.  “Uncle Sam” – 5:51
2.  “Psychotic Genius” – 4:25
3.  “Small Town Killas” – 5:58
    -   (Feat. Point Blank)
    -   Written-By – Reginald Gilland
4.  “Peep Da Game” – 5:32
5.  “Slaughterhouse” – 5:27
6.  “Goin To Da Death” – 4:59
    -   Producer, Written-By – Mezeio Jackson
7.  “Psychflow” – 3:47
8.  “Hood Talez” – 5:36
    -   (Feat. Street Military)
9.  “Peace To Da Young G's” – 5:24
10. “Crimewave” – 5:10
11. “Hollograms” – 4:55
    -   Producer – N.O. Joe
    -   Written-By – Joe Johnson*
12. “Murda After Midnite” – 5:20

Personnel

-   Engineer, Mastered By – Mike Dean
-   Mastered By – Anthony Valcic
-   Producer – Mike B.(tracks: 2, 4, 8), Swift (tracks: 1, 5, 7, 9)
-   Producer, Written-By – Gregory Jackson (tracks: 3, 10, 12)
-   Written-By – Jonathan Catalon(tracks: 1, 5, 7, 9), Michael Banks* (tracks: 2, 4, 8), Rowdy Williams

Album Chart Positions

+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Chart (1996)                      | Peak                              |
|                                   | position                          |
+:==================================+:==================================+
| Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums            | 32                                |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+
| Top Heatseekers                   | 19                                |
+-----------------------------------+-----------------------------------+

Category:1996 albums Category:Ganksta N-I-P albums Category:Rap-A-Lot Records albums Category:Albums produced by Mike Dean (record producer) Category:Albums produced by N.O. Joe Category:Gangsta rap albums by American artists Category:Horrorcore albums Category:G-funk albums

title: Psychotic Genius

question: What does the text say about Psychotic Genius?

answer: Psychotic Genius is the third album released by rapper, Ganksta NIP. It peaked at number 32 on the Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums and number 19 on the Top Heatseekers.

critique: "It peaked at number 32 on the Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums and number 19 on the Top Heatseekers." - this is incorrect. Psychotic Genius peaked at #19 on the Top Heatseekers and #32 on the Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums.

critique: The album did not peak at #32 on the Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums.

critique: Most of the answer is irrelevant to the question.

critique: The album's peak position is irrelevant.

critique: The answer should mention the tracklist.

critique: The text doesn't say it peaked at 32 on the Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums, but at number 32.

question: What does the text say about the album's tracklisting?

answer: The album's tracklisting is as follows: Uncle Sam, Psychotic Genius, Small Town Killas, Peep Da Game, Slaughterhouse, Goin To Da Death, Psychflow, Hood Talez, Peace To Da Young G's, Crimewave, Hollograms.

critique: The album's tracklisting does not include the length of the songs.

critique: The answer should include the length of each track.

critique: The answer should mention the length of the songs.

critique: It's omitted that the album contains 12 tracks.

critique: The answer should mention the order of the songs.

critique: "Psychotic Genius" is spelled "Psychotic Genius."

text: Answer omits the last song "Murda after Midnite."

question: What does the text say about the album's personnel?

answer: The album was engineered by Mike Dean and mastered by Anthony Valcic. The album was produced by Mike B, Swift, and Gregory Jackson. The album was written by Jonathan Catalon, Michael Banks, and Rowdy Williams.

critique: It's omitted that the engineer and mastering was done by Mike Dean.

critique: The album was written by Jonathan Catalon, Michael Banks, and Rowdy Williams.

critique: The answer omits the album's other personnel.

critique: The album was not written by the listed personnel.

critique: The album was written by the named writers. The question asks about the personnel.

question: What does the text say about music production?

answer: The album was produced by Mike Dean, Mike B, Gregory Jackson, Mezeio Jackson, and N.O. Joe. The album peaked at #32 on the Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums and #19 on the Top Heatseekers.

critique: The album's chart positions are irrelevant to the question.

critique: The album's chart position is not relevant to the question.

critique: The album's peak position is irrelevant to the question.


text:
This is a throwaway account for a project I've been working on where once every few weeks, I pick a theme and over the next 5 nights, write 5 short stories about that theme. Each story can't take more than a night. This story was drawn from the theme, "Let me think".

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When I was young, I moved. I moved like the ground was being pulled in front of me, and every frantic breath measured a stride. I ran. I lived in a sprint.

From outside Atlanta in the sweaty eves to shivering in the awnings at Gare L’est. I am 15, I am 19. A busker with uneven teeth smiles at me and I think she is the world. Jon, my best friend brushes me with his elbow.

-Not this one, he says.
-Rock, paper, scissors, I joke.

Wait, let me think. It was morning, and I am 43. The island sweats. The dog and I run in silence. The sun has risen and the land heats. We spring up the hill, panting and dizzy. Beyond us in the peninsula, the sea beating foam and white against the granite. I measure sides of granite sliding into the ocean in degrees. 37, 49. It was two years ago since we came here.

-Come on, I say to him.

We cross the end of the of the road and navigate through the boulders and cacti along the path. As we descend, I feel the air thicken. Salt like nettles. Ahead, for some reason, the tide pool is a dark black. I slow, tie the dog to a branch and regard the gleaming layer. For some reason my reflection is nothing more than a dull figurine. The dog whimpers. I reach out with my hand.

And then I vanish.

I am 19, at a horrible electronic music show. The singer pulls a sheet over his body and shrieks into the microphone. I rattle off my list of four letter words and my friends rescue me. They drag me outside where it’s still light and dump me on a curb. I fumble for a cigarette that reaches my lips before I understand how. The light escapes me and suddenly I burn bright. A face, familiar and new acquiesces my premature death. I think I want to marry her and know instinctively that I will never see her again. She gives me a name that I forget and offers a hand. I reach forward.

And then I vanish.

Alexandra always regarded me with caution. We are at dinner. I am 28. I know our marriage won’t last I know she is gaining weight. I know my hair is starting to recede. I am not as fast as I used to be. I still stand straight, but my legs carry more than my frame. She and I once met as youngsters. She and I once fell in and out of love. Now in a different age, we have dinner, forget how we used to be and make vague promises. Land to spread out, air to breathe, a literary life. She turned me to Nabokov and Kinglsey Amis. She taught me that Russian beers are numbered to reflect your drunkenness. She excuses herself from the table, and suddenly the room changes. I see visions of myself stumbling in from every door. I am confused, because just one second ago I was here and I saw this. It lead me to that and now here I am. We shake, trying to clear out the fog. The poor bartender opens a few bottles and slides them down the bar. I am a set of ages and lifetimes. We amble, have the same taste in drinks, love the same songs.

But no, I am 15. Jeff has just run into the street. We’ve been drinking. His sister bought us beer and a couple friends came over. Tonight is sweltering. July, and the Georgia air that stinks of sweat and mosquitos.

We did shots of bad vodka, we swam and goaded the girls to remove their tops before hoping in the pool. The water was warm, and I felt floating through the chlorine and the floodlights that all my senses were deadened. I looked up to see the faint outline of clouds brushing past. Later we lit off fireworks. I remember my trunks still dripping and my feet caked in dirt. The bottle, fully loaded with munitions tips over. Meteors and cannonade stream past me. Jeff is 15 and so am I. He darts into the street hollering. I follow. Two bright stars explode. I pause to think.

The universe tells us that all things are permitted, that in some incarnation I am 37 and swerving along a desert road. That give enough time, maybe not me, but a close approximation is staring down the sights of a rifle at a fine looking doe on a chill November morning. I am one ensemble in the sum of possibility and there are others around me, gathered by the void, we snack on tuna and crackers. We bask in the afternoon sun.

So imagine if you will this. I am in a room at the end of a long day, struggling through drinks, wary that I’ll fail to stomach dinner. Versions of myself meander about. Some grab snacks, others talk quietly. At first, it was such a shock. Even to hear one’s voice projected in a mass, but now after a couple passes, it seems second nature. I converse with myself, I am 45, 52, primes, divisions of 3, dead, mangled, born again.

The maitre d’ announces the first course. We precipitate towards tables, the same habit of crossing left over right and folding the napkin just. But I tarry behind. I think about the time in my youth, a feeling of warmth, sitting on a bed of pine needles. I’ve heard about a distant day from an old friend. About a walk under the Gothic arches of the place I so dearly called home. The creak in my knee is not yet come to pass. The knot in my wrist is only just now begun. I wince at the pinching of nerves and the grinding of joints and the momentary pain awakens me.

I feel as if I can’t breathe, trapped here in this dinner party. Bunel was insufferable enough without himself as a guest. Do you think they remember who it was that told that story? She had brown hair, and I could at least never forget her. I wonder if she would recognize my face now. I wonder if she would notice the difference when I step back into that room. Some things can never be made right. Some things can never be made whole. Many of the others have given up, but I believe the next time through I can get it right.

Around me. Like version of Judas, we conjure and we exist. We permute and arise, crowding an already suffocating room. We sin and we shuffle. God save us in our disgrace, our possibility.

I bound for a door. Who will I be when I return?

title: five stories project: "Let me think"

question: What does the story say about the narrator's youth?

answer: The narrator's youth is described in the different versions of themselves. Many versions of the narrator's youth are described in the story, from his high school years to his childhood. The narrator's youth is described as being fun and full of enjoyment. The narrator's youth is also described as being full of change and excitement.

critique: The last sentence adds nothing to answer the question

critique: The narrator's youth is described in the different versions of themselves. Many versions of the narrator's youth are described in the story, from his high school years to his childhood. The narrator's youth is described as being fun and full of enjoyment. The narrator's youth is also described as being full of change and excitement.

critique: The narrator's youth is described as being full of change and excitement, but the narrator recalls this when he's in his forties.

critique: The narrator's youth is not described as being full of change and excitement.

critique: The narrator's youth is described as being full of change and excitement.

critique: The narrator's youth is not described as being full of enjoyment.

critique: The narrator's youth is not described as being full of change and excitement. The narrator's youth is also not described as being full of enjoyment.

question: What does the story say about the narrator's old age?

answer: The narrator is in his old age and is struggling through drinks. Some versions of the narrator are grabbing snacks, others are talking quietly. The narrator feels as if he can't breathe, trapped in this dinner party. He feels as if he can't breathe, trapped here in this dinner party.

critique: The narrator is not struggling through drinks.

critique: The highlighted sentences don't answer the question.

critique: The narrator is in his old age and is struggling through drinks.

critique: It's not the narrator; it's the versions.

question: What does the story say about the many-worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention the many-worlds interpretation.

critique: The response misses to mention that the story is about the many-worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics.


text:
Now, a story of two friends, best friends to be exact, and how what may have once had the potential to be something beautiful, was thrown out the window via greed. We will call them number 1, and number 2. Number 1 could melt the face off any music lover and guitar enthusiest. Shredding up and down the neck more than a paper shredder, and tearing it up more than a rodatiller. Number 2 had the words, the rhymes and the brains to combine number 1's guitar skills with his lyricism. The music they made was phenomenal, a perfect mix of lyrics and great licks. However, this story isn't even about the music they made. It was about the money they tried to make in order to support the music addiction. As you can guess, when most people want to make quick, easy money. they sell drugs. And drugs is a broad term, not coke, meth, but weed. Really great, sticky dank weed, and that's where the story begins.
Money and weed were always around, and as any musician would know, that is a hell of a mixture. But as always, someones head gets too big for their body, and that's when shit goes downhill. Number 1 decided it would be a great idea to take the weed and the money and run. Out of nowhere, completely cut ties with number 2, and basically said fuck off. Number 2 is not the kind of person for confrontation and took it as a personal attack. He had never felt a rage, a betrayal so harsh, so close to home, because with the departure of number 1, came the departure of all the music that number 2 had written, and number 1 was claiming as his own. As any of you writers out there know, your words are sacred, they are your Mona Lisa, your Sistine Chapel, and when someone toys with your words, they toy with your emotions, and that type of thing does not sit well. With number 2 robbed of everything he ever put his heart into, he plotted revenge, something like this cannot and will not go unsettled. Needless to say, number 2's head was flooded with mobster movies and zero tolerence for roaches and scummy people. Knowing number 1's schedule, number 2 tracked him down, with night stick in his back pocket. Eyes meet, blood boils, and fear ignites as the quick whoosh from the night stick makes it extend, and in the same motion, comes into contact with the back of number 1's knees, taking him right to the ground. At this point number 1 wanted to kill, to avenge his lost children he calls his words. Rears back the night stick with a few more disabling blows. One shot to the head would end it all, and justice would be served, but will it really? Number 2 thought for moment, and decided a murder wasn't the answer, and a jail cell is not where he would like to spend his time. So number 2 come up with the brilliant plan to take the thing from him that he loves most, much like how he stole the genius right from under number 2's pencil. Deciding against a quick, hard blow to the head, number 2 takes his foot, and steps firmly on number 1's wrist, and jams the nightstick relentlessly into number 1's palm, and fingers, breaking every bone in his now unnoticable left hand. The feeling of pleasure number 2 got from this was sick, and uncanny, but also completely worth it. His words have been avenged, the hand that stole his songs will never again play another chord or note, stolen or original. He departed from number 1 knowing that never again wil he melt a face, and shred it like cheese. Moral of the story: When you fuck with someones passion, you will never win, because that is what flows in their veins, what makes them get out of bed everyday and face this cruel world. Don't bite the hand that feeds you, and sure as shit dont bite the hand that feeds your genius.

title: Friends.

question: Summarise the theme of greed and revenge and its effects in this story.

answer: The two friends, number 1 and number 2, start out making music together. However, when number 1 claims all the music as his own, number 2 plots revenge. Number 1 is quick to leave number 2 and take with him all his money, which number 2 needs to get his music career started. This leaves number 2 angry and vengeful, so he seeks to harm number 1 in some way.

critique: The answer should mention that number 2's revenge is to break number 1's hand.

text: Number 1 stole the music, money, and weed. Number 2 got revenge by destroying number 1's hand and making it impossible for him to play music the same ever again.

question: What does the story say about if number 2's revenge against number 1 was justified?

answer: No answer

critique: The answer should mention that the story doesn't say anything about whether the revenge was justified.

critique: The answer is not correct. The story says that Number 2's revenge was justified.

critique: Saying no answer is incorrect to me, because the answer should be there.

critique: The answer should mention that the story doesn't really say anything about whether the revenge was justified.

critique: The answer is false. The text does say that the revenge was justified.

critique: The answer should mention that the story doesn't explicitly say if the revenge was justified.

critique: The answer should mention that the story doesn't say.