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It was the hunter's first time outside Montana. He woke, stricken still
with the hours-old vision of ascending through rose-lit cumulus, of
houses and barns like specks deep in the snowed-in valleys, all the
scrolling country below looking December—brown and black hills
streaked with snow, flashes of iced-over lakes, the long braids of a
river gleaming at the bottom of a canyon. Above the wing the sky had
deepened to a blue so pure he knew it would bring tears to his eyes if
he looked long enough.

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Now it was dark. The airplane descended over Chicago, its galaxy of
electric lights, the vast neighborhoods coming clearer as the plane
glided toward the airport—streetlights, headlights, stacks of
buildings, ice rinks, a truck turning at a stoplight, scraps of snow
atop a warehouse and winking antennae on faraway hills, finally the
long converging parallels of blue runway lights, and they were down.

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Hello, this is the last file. I am quite happy that I do not have to
continue typing like this. It has been fun using bash commands.
Well, go to go. See you another time! Goodbye!

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I think I shall never see
a thing as lovely as a tree
Yet, when I see a stump or log,
it makes me wish I was a dog...

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A rose by any other name
smells just as sweet.
-William Shakespeare

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Witness me, shiny and chrome!
I live, I die, I live again!
-Cult of V8

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Playstation is a gaming brand that consists of four home video
game consoles, as well as media center, an online service,
and a line of Controllers.
It is created and owned by Sony interactive Entertainment since
December 3, 1994.
The original console in the series was the first video game console
to shop 100 million units, after its initial launch.

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Its successor ,the Play Station2, was released in 2000.
PlayStation 2 is the best selling home console to date,
having reached over 155 million units sold.
Sony's next console ,the PlayStation 3 was released in 2006.
It has  sold over 80 million consoles worldwide.
Sony's latest console the PlayStation 4, was released in, 2013,
selling 1 million consoles in its first 24 hours on sale.
Thus, becoming the fastest selling console in history

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The first handheld game console in the PlayStation series,
the PlayStatio Portable or PSP, sold a total of 80 million units
worldwide by November 2013.
Its successor, the PlayStation Vita, which launched in Japan on December 17,
2011 and in most other major territories in Febuary 2012, had sold over 4
million units by January 2013.
Playstation TV is a microconsole and a non-portable variant of
the PlayStation Vita handheld game console.
Other hardware released as part of the Playstation series include the PSX,
a digital video recorder.

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I have chosen the topic social media, how they make money, markets and share.
the topic talked about one of the important market value in now days. Social
media can really effect the company in profit fielf from advertisement or
sailing products.
Social media can open new opportunities to show creativity and from any kind
of field and ether using it in advertisement for
companies or from having an own company.
In short social media is great way to promote products and get high profit.

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The work will cover the advantage and disadvantage of having company that
depends on social media. The advantages of getting profit using
social media that it may makes product spread very fast and get high revenue.
Social media consider an old value which begins in 1970's but in only depnds
on e-mail and other small use of connections. Which had a big reputation in
many active places to finish processes.
We can see companies nowadays that gets advantages of using social media to
increase their profit by putting advertisement in YOUTUBE, Twitter or google.
Also the new applications that need financial support they rely on big
companies to promote their product and get support.

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Since social media has a lot of advantages it has a lot of disadvantages.
Which can effect the company in a bad way. Most of the disadvantages of
having a social media markting that it could slow down the company so
there is a big chance of decreasing revenue and dicresing losses.
One of the examples of the disadvantages is time consuming. Becuase
promoting the company product needs a lot advertisement through multi sites
but there is big chance that people will skip the advertising. Which will
the company lose a lot of time.
From my small knowledge of social media markting the best way to avoid of
big lost in time and budget is know the risks of having a busines through
social media like to have spare time and budget inorder if anything
happen.

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An internet backbone refers to one of the principal data routes.
The data travels between large networks and core routers on the Internet.
An Internet backbone is a high-speed data transmission line.
High-speed internet service providers all around the world.

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Largest companies running different parts of the Internet backbone included:
-UUNET, AT&T;,GTE Corp, and Sprint Nextel Corp.
Routers are connected w/high-speed links & support different ranges like:
-T1, T3, OC1, OC3, or OC8
The first Internet backbone was named NSFNET.
Funded by U.S. Govt.& introduced by the NSF* in 1987.
(*National Science Foundation)

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T1:
a dedicated transmission connection between service provider & client;
can carry 24 voice channels for calls/digital data at a rate of 1.544Mbp/s.
Developed by AT&T; Bell Laboratories in the 1960's.
Traditional T1 lines use copper wire, most new installs use optic fiber.
In the 1970's Bell LAbs developed higher rate systems.
T2:developed capable of carrying up to 6.312Mbp/s*
*with required special low-capacitance cable with foam insulation.

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Lebron Raymone James is an american professional basketball player for the Los
Angeles Lakers of the National Basketball Association. Often Considered the
best basketball player in the world and regarded by some as the greatest
player of all time. James' accomplishments are extensive and include four NBA
Most Valuable player awards.
He is an all time NBA playoffs scoring leader and has amassed fourteen NBA
All Star Game appearances, twelve All NBA First Team designations, and five
All Defensive First Team honors. A prep-to-pro, James played highschool for
St. Vincent-st Mary High school in his hometown of Akron, Ohio, where he
was heavily touted in the national media as a future NBA superstar.
In Miami, James won his first NBA championship in 2012, and followed
that with another title a year later. He was named league MVP and NBA
Finals MVP in both championship years. In 2014, James opted out of his
contract with Miami after four seasons to re-sign with the cavaliers.
In 2016, James led the cavaliers to their first NBA championship by
defeating the Golden State Warriors to end Clevelands 52 year
professional sports title drought.

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A computer is a device that can be instructed to carry out sequences of
arithmetic or logical operations automatically via computer programming.
Modern computers have the ability to follow generalized sets of operations,
called programs. These programs enable computers to perform an extremely wide
range of tasks.
Computers are used as control systems for a wide variety of industrial and
consumer devices. This includes simple special purpose devices like microwave
ovens and remote controls, factory devices such as industrial robots and
computer-aided design, and also general purpose devices like personal computers
and mobile deives such as smartphones.
Early compture were only conceived as calculating devices. Since ancient times,
simple manual devices like the abacus aided paople in doing calculation. Early
in the industrial revolution, some mechanical devices were built to automate
long tedious tasks, such as guiding patterns for looms. More sophisticated
electrical machines did specialized analog calculations in the early 20th
century.

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The washington Redskins are a professional American football team based in
the Washington metropolitan area. The Redskins compete in the National
Football League (NFL) as a member of the National Football Conference (NFC)
East divison. The team plays its home games at FedExField in Landover, Maryland
; its headquarters and training facility are at Inova Sports performance Center
at Redskins Park in Ashburn, Virginia and the Redskins Complex in Richmond,
Virginia respectively.
The Redskins have played more than one thousand games since their founding 86
years ago in 1932, and are one of only five franchises in the NFL to record
over six hundred regular season and postseason wins, reaching that mark in
2015. The Redskins have won five NFL Championships, and have captured fourteen
divisional titles and six conference championships. It was the first NFL
franchise with an official marching band and the first with a fight song,
Hail to the Redskins.
The team began play in Boston as the Braves in 1932, and became the "Redskins"
the following year. In 1937, the team relocated to Washington, D.C. The
Redskins won the 1937 and 1942 NFL championship games, as well as Super Bowls
XVII, XXII, and XXVI. They have been league runner-up six times, losing the
1936, 1940, 1943, and 1945 title games, and Super Bowls VII and XVIII. With
24 Postseason appearances, the Redskins have an overall postseason record of
23-18.

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Liverpool is the best club in the world
Being a liverpool fan is the best feeling
in the entire world. We have a great fanbse all
over the world, from the streets of Soweto to
the lovely city of Sydney.
Bbased on our greatness, we have a lot rivals.
One of our greatess rivals is Manchester united.
A small from Manchester in the United Kingdom.
They think they are better than us beacuse they
have some major titles. But honestly they are the
most annoying people on planet earth.
Let me not get started on chelsea football club
A club that was founded in 2004 but they feel they
feel they have been there since the beginning of time.
A couple of my friends are chelsea fans and honestly
i don't know the difference between United fans and
Chelsea fans. But they are both not up there with
LIVERPOOL FANS.

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I grew up in the south with a town
where beef starts to spread.
And death comes about
And friends start to go
And Feds comes around,
there's no where to go
Apart from the ground
We didn't have no Money to touch
i was only little, i didn't know much
No father-Figure
No smile and pictures
I'm working hard
It's all for my mom
she work so harc for a fiver.
Everything i say will be a wave
smiles in my face, my tunes in the rave
No more L's starting from today
only going up, can never downgrade
Trying to get my people out the slums
but keep the respect because that's
where i'm from.

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No man on this planet is as bad as Tony Montana
The man came from Cuba and took over Miami
He made so much money from Drugs.
Although his death was tragic,he was still Boss.
I recommend everybody to watch the movie.
The film titled "Scarface" was produced in 1983
The fictional character is potryaed by Al Pacino.
It was written by Oliver Stone and directed by
Brian De Palma. it wasa remake of the 1932
film of the same name.
Tony Montana has become a cultural icon
and one of the modt famous movie characters
of all time. The movie has won several awards.
In 2008 Montana was named the 27th greatest
movie character by Empire Magazine.

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My topic will be on gaming consoles. I will be specifically talking about
Playstation, Xbox, and Nintendo as they are the three largest at the moment.
Not only will i be comparing them in their markets and how they do against
each other but i will also bring other gaming markets such as PC gaming,
and compare not only how consoles do against each other but how they do
against PC quality and the ups and downs of gaming consoles such as price,
quality, and reputation.
When it comes to price, this is where it varies in terms of if people want
to base price of each gaming system with features, or just if they are looking
to spend on a budget. When it comes to budget, people really just look for
a system that fits there price range which is where consoles come in.
Consoles are a good option because there prices are typically under five
hundred and you rarely need to replace parts unlike PC where you need to
buy replacement parts and you can spend over one thousand dollars in order
to get a good working PC gaming system.
I myself own a Playstation 4, and i have always been a Playstation user
in the last generations. I will most liekly continue being a Playstation
user for future generation. It's the system i grew up with and  i  gave
it some thought to move to PC gaming, but i feel like that's for serious
gamers because there is a lot of investment involved into it. I am
competitive for some games but i feel that i am casual when it comes
to gaming and i do not need to invest so much in gaming.

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Test file, so i am going to tell you a story about me. I love to
play soccer. I've been playing soccer for the past 16 years now.
Not only that, i found out in my early years that my left is my
dominant foot.
This isn't a rare thing, but the majority of the people in this
world are right dominant. But what is weird about me is that
instead of just being left dominant all around like most left
footed players, i am right handed too. People found this strange
because most of the people i know that are left dominant are also
left handed.
I found out that i was indeed left handed in my early stages of
life but my father thought that being left handed would be a
problem later on in life and forced me to write with and do
other stuff with my right hand to make me right handed. This
wasn't too difficult of course because all he needed to do
was remind me to use my right instead of left since i was
at a young age and couldn't really write with either yet.

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last file and just a couple more lines so here is another story about
me. When it came being athletic, i was always striving to be more than
before. At some point it seemed like i was over working myself because
i was doing cross-country, track, and soccer for high school while
also having club team practice and individual training sessions
for things i need to work on.
My high school days you would find me after school at one of sports
practices throughout the year. Fall would be cross-country where
we would prepare for 5k races in which i would usually run 7 miles
daily and about 3 miles for recovery and days before the race. Winter
i would be doing track. Mainly would be running events such as 400m,
1000m, or relays like the 4x400m. Practices for these consisted of
form training and repetition. Spring and summer consisted of soccer.
I would have training both before and after school, which is typically
scrimmages and drills.
On top of all those high school sports, i also was a part of SYC club
soccer. So i would be in training for whatever sport i am doing each
day after school, and then i'll immediately go to club team training
sessions afterwards. During the time, i was very athletic and had an
athletic resting heart rate of 46. Nowadays i find myself doing less
as i only play soccer mostly for fun and competition over the summer
and my resting heart rate is 57 which shows i'm still athletic but
not how i used to be.

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My topic is the use of tablets as registers. Tablets for personal use
are becoming less and less common and less profitable. Tablets turned
to commercial use and it's transforming businesses everywhere. With the
invention of tablets, especially the iPad, many stores and businesses
are losing the huge, bulky registers and using this hand-held device.
Businesses can not only use the tablet as a register, but they can
also use it as a marketing stategy. With many companies putting their
logos and other marketing tools on the tablet it allows the business to
increase profits.
Another aspect of using a tablet as a register, is the accessibility. Most
everyone has the ability to use their tablet as a register with the
invention of different apps. This makes it easy for small businesses
and vendors to obtain this accessibility. For example, you could use
a tablet as a register at a yard sale, for those customers that don't
have cash on them.

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Mobile point-of-sale systems are becoming more popular, with 54 million
units expected to be installed in businesses by 2019. Using a tablet
for a POS system provides mobility and a seamless platform for both
sales and inventory management. You can take it with you on the go,
or use it in a restaurant to take orders or payment tableside.
Note that some tablet POS systems makers offer bundles that include a
tablet and the POS software. If you're considering using tablet-based
POS system that does'nt include a tablet, you'll need to buy one
separately. For those situations, there are five best tablets for mobile
POS systems. Each is best-suited for different work enviroments.
The first thing to consider is the software for your chosen POS
system may require a certain operating system. Be sure to check on any
requirements before purchasing your tablet. There are many different
things to consider before deciding which is right for your company.

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There are many different things to take into account when choosing the
right tablet for your POS system. We'll dig into each tablet in
depth, to find which is right for you. With many features and
things to consider.
Remember that to take credit and debit cardds with your tablet POS,
you'll need a merchant account. With so many tablet options, it can
be difficult to find the right one to use. Although each tablet above
is a solid device, each one fits different business needs and budgets.
The perfect solution for your business depends on how and where the
POS will be used. Whether you're looking for a rugged device, extreme
portability, ease of use, or an all-in-one business productivity device,
mobile POS solutions are available to fit your needs.

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But there was no time to waste in a race to become the first person to
cross Antarctica alone from shore to shore without any aid or support.
So when O'Brady and Louis Rudd, a captain in the British Army,
unzipped their tents and saw the misery they would experience on the
23rd day of their journey, they confronted it like it was any other day.
They would consume warm fluids and high-calorie snacks, and push
through the unmatched exhaustion that comes from hauling a 300-
poud Norwegian sled, known as pulk, for 10 to 12 hours.
Each day these two competitors, who have been traveling miles apart
from each other and have not communicated each other, have
emerged amid an icy desert to battle the elements and one another.
They've felt pain and frustration, taken risks and shed tears.
As they skied through the whiteout on Monday, they stared at
compasses strapped to their chests to stay on course toward the South
Pole, unable to see up or down or side to side, with their sleds catching
on wavelike ridges of ice known as sastrugi; forcing the occasional
tumble. On this expedition, for both men, tripping and falling hard --
countless times -- is all part of the schedule.

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O'Brady wakes up at 6:10 a.m. and lights his stove on the ice in the
vestibule of his tent. He boils water for this morning meal of oatmeal
with extra oil and protein powder.
While he finishes breakfast, he empties his and packs his pulk. By
then, it's about 7 a.m., which is when Rudd wakes up and lights his
stove, which he also rests in the vestibule of his tent.
Rudd's day starts with instant hot chocolate -- he's carrying more than
15 pounds of hot chocolate powder in his sled. He also eats a freeze-
dried meal of porridge or onions and eggs.
It's all about calorie loading on an expedition like this. Though both
men consume as many calories as possible , they still expend more
calories than they take in. After all, there are only so many calories
someone can carry in a sled and still be able to move it.

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Both men also struggled to manage their perspiration. Sweat can be
deadly in a polar environment because moisture can freeze on the skin
when motion stops, which can send core temperatures plummeting
toward hypothermia. Both men independently addressed the problem
by skiing in just their base layers to stay cool and swear-free. Their
exertion kept them plenty warm despite the subfreezing temperatures.
They have been climbing more than 9000 feet from sea level to the
South Pole (altitude 9301 feet). They have felt the incline but haven't
always seen it, even on clear days, because there are rarely any points
of reference they can use to gauge slope or distance.
"You know by the pulk," Rudd said. "You're suddenly working 10 times
harder. You look around and you can't teel you're going uphill, but you
must be because you can really feel it."

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There was once a velveteen rabbit, and in the beginning he was really
splendid.He was fat and bunchy,as a rabbit should be; his coat was
spotted brown and white, he had real thread whiskers, and his eyes were
lined with pink sateen. On Christmas morning, when he sat wedged in the
top of the Boy's stocking, with a sprig of holly between his paws,
the effect was charming.
There were other things in the stocking, nuts and oranges and a toy engine,
and chocolate almonds and a clockwork mouse, but the Rabbit was quite the
best of all. For at least two hours the Boy loved him, and then Aunts and
Uncles came to dinner, and there was a great rustling of tissue paper and
unwrapping of parcels, and in the excitement of looking at all the new
presents the Velveteen Rabbit was forgotten.
For a long time he lived in the toy cupboard or on the nursery floor, and
no one thought very much about him. He was naturally shy, and being only
made of velveteen, some of the more expensive toys quite snubbled him.
The Rabbit could not claim to be a model of anything, for he didn't know
that real Rabbits existed; he thought they were all stuffed with sawdust
like himself, and he understood that sawdust was quite out-of-date and
should never be mentioned in modern circles.Between them all the poor
little Rabbit was made to feel himself very insignificant and commonplace,
and the only person who was kind to him at all was the Skin Horse.

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ONCE there was a gentleman who married, for his second wife, the proudest
and the most haughty woman that was ever seen.She had, by a former
husband, two daughters of her own humor, who were, indeed, exactly like
her in all things. He had likewise, by another wife, a young daughter, but
of unparralled goodness and sweetness of temper, which she took from her
mother, who was the best creature in the world.
No sooner were the ceremonies of the wedding over but the mother-in-law
began to show herself in true colors. She could not bear the good
qualities of this pretty girl, and the less becasue they made her own
daughters appear the more odious. She employed her in the meanest work of
the house: she scoured the dishes, tables, etc., and scrubbed madam's
chamber, and those of misses, her daughters; she lay up in a sorry garret,
upon a wretched straw bed, while her sisters lay in fine rooms, with
floors all inlaid, upon beds of the very newest fashion, and where they
had looking-glasses so large that they might see themselves at their
full length from head to foot.
The poor girl bore all patiently, and dared not tell her father, who would
have rattled her off; for his wife governed him entirely. When she had
done her work, she used to go into the chimney-corner, and sit down among
cinders and ashes, which made her commonly be called Cinderwench; but the
youngest, who was not so rude and uncivil as the eldest, called her
cinderella. However, Cinderella, notwithstanding her mean apparel, was a
hundered times handsomer than her sisters, though they were always
dressed very richly.

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ONCE upon a time there was a prince who wanted to marry a princess;
but she would have to be a real princess. He travelled all over the world
to find one, but nowhere could he get what he wanted. There were
princesses enough, but it was difficult to find out whether they were
real ones. There was always something about them that was not as it should
be. So he came home again and was sad, for he would have liked very
much to have a real princess.
One evening a terrible storm came on; there was thunder and lightning,
and the rain poured down in torrents. Suddenly a knocking was heard at
the city gate, and the old king went to open it.It was a princess standing
out there in front of the gate. But, good gracious! what a sight the rain
and the wind had made her look. The water ran down from her hair and
clothes; it ran down into the toes of her shoes and out again at the
heels. And yet she said that she was a real princess.Well, we'll soon
find that out, thought the old queen. But she said nothing, went into
the bed-room, took all the bedding off the bedstead, and laid a pea
on the bottom; then she took twenty mattresses and laid them on the pea,
and then twenty eider-down beds on top of the mattresses.
On this the princess had to lie all night. In the morning she was asked
how she had slept.Oh, very badly! said she. I have scarcely closed my
eyes all night. Heaven only knows what was was in the bed, but I was
lying on something hard, so that I am black and blue all over my body.
Its horrible!Now they knew that she was a real princess because she had
felt the pea right through the twenty mattresses and the twenty eider-down
beds.

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I'm using this platform as an opportunity to explain why the 76ers did
NOT INTENTIONALLY LOSE BASKETBALL GAMES. While there were no
better options presented, the 76ers took chances on young, low
risk prospects that had high potential. Players like TJ "dark horse MVP"
McConnell and Robert Covington were given opportunities to play through
their mistakes as theycontinued developing into legitimate NBA talents.

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If you didn't even grow up in the '90s, how can you claim Michael Jordan
is a better basketball player than Lebron? I have always found it
ridiculous when people my age try to make an argument for a player
they have never seen play. If anything, make a case for Kobe.
Shoutout to Kobe.

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I do not know too much about anti-virus software, nor do I know
the difference between other providers. Professor Robinett suggested I try
out malwarebytes which I have some success with. I do a lot of online
streaming (this is how I watch most NFL and NBA games)and malwarebytes
has helped block malicious pop ups and web pages from opening on my PC. I
have not heard of Kaspersky until Professor Saunders mentioned it to me,
but the early reserach I've done on it leads me to believe Kaspersky is
the top anti-virus software currently on the market.

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One morning, a man found himself walking along a deserted street in a
small town. He had no idea what he was doing or how he got there in the
first place, or where he had been earlier. He didn't even know what time
it was. He saw a woman walking toward him and stopped her.
"I'm afraid I forgot my watch," he said with a polite smile. "Can you
please tell me the time?" When the woman saw him, she screamed and ran
away. The man was shocked. A few minutes later, he noticed that other
people were afraid of him too. Whenever they saw him coming, they
flattened themselves against a building, recoiled in horror or ran across
the street to stay out of his way. "There must be something wrong with
me," thought the man. "I'd better go home as soon as possible."
He hailed a taxi, but when the taxi driver laid eyes on him, he floored
the accelerator and sped away. "This is crazy!" the man said to himself.
He couldn't figure out what was wrong and had no idea what was going on.
All he knew was that he was scared and confused. "Maybe my wife can come
and pick me up," he thought. He found a telephone and called home,
expecting to hear his wife's sweet voice. Instead, a strage voice
answered. "Is Mrs. Sullivan there?" he asked. "I'm sorry, she isn't,"
the voice said. "Her husband died a few days ago in a horrible car crash
and she's attending his funeral."

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Lexi Morgan had a dream. She was walking up a dark staircase and when
she got to the top, she walked into a bedroom. The bedroom carpet was made
up large squares that looked like trapdoors. And each of the windows was
fastened shut with big nails that stuck up out of the wood. In her dream,
Lexi went to sleep in the bedroom, but during the night, a woman with a
pale face, black eyes and long black hair slipped silently into the room.
She leaned over the bed and whispered, "This is an evil place. Run away
while you still can." Then the black haired woman grabbed her arm. Lexi
Morgan woke up with a scream and lay awake the rest of the night,
shivering and shaking with fear.
In the morning she told her landlady that she had decided not to go to
Kingston after all. "I can't tell you why," she said, "but I just can't
bring myself to go there." "Then why don't you go to Dorset?" the landlady
asked. "It's a pretty town, and it isn't too far." So Lexi Morgan went to
Dorset. Someone told her she could find a room in a house at the top of
the hill. It was pleasant-looking, and the landlady there, a plump,
motherly woman, was nice as could be. "Let's look at the room,"
she said. "I think you will like it."
They walked up a dark, carved staircase, like the one in Lexi's dream.
"In these old houses the staircases are all the same,"Lexi thought. But
when the landlady opened the door to the bedroom, it was in her dream,
with the same carpet that looked like trapdoors and the same windows
fastened with big nails. "This is just a coincidence," Lexi told herself.
"How do you like it?" the landlady asked. "I'm not sure," Lexi said.
"Well, take your time," the landlady said. "I'll bring up some tea while
you think about it." Lexi sat on the bed staring at the trapdoors and
the big nails. Soon there was a knock on the door. "It's the landlady
with tea," she thought. But it wasn't the landlady. It was the woman with
pale face and the black eyes and long hair. Lexi Morgan grabbed
her things and fled.

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There was a sixteen-year-old boy who got a summer job working on his
grandfather's farm. One morning, his grandfather sent him into town on
an errand to buy provisions. The boy drove the pickup truck into town and
parked outside the market. As he was walking along the street, he was
jostled by somebody in the crowd. When he turned around, he was shocked
to see it was the Grim Reaper...Death.
As he stood there in the marketplace, Death beckoned to him. The terrified
boy jumped back ran back to the pickup truck and drove back to the farm as
fast as he could. When he got there, white-faced and trembling, he told
his grandfather what had happened. "Let me take the truck," he begged.
"I'll go to the city and hide. Death will never be able to find me there.
It's the only way to avoid my fate." His grandfather told him he could
have the truck and the boy floored the accelerator and tore off at high
speed.
After he left, the grandfather went into town looking for Death.
Eventually, he found the Grim Reaper standing in the crowded marketplace.
The grandfather walked right up to Death and asked, "why did you frighten
my grandson when you saw him this morning? He's just a boy. Only sixteen
years of age. He's too young to die." "I'm sorry about that," said Death.
"I did not mean to beckon to him. I was just startled. You see, I was
very surprsied to see him here in the marketplace. I have an appointment
with him this afternoon...in the city."

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File1:

Hello World! This is a test. One paragraph, written in vi, is required.
Each line can be no longer than 75 characters.
Here is a third line, for good measure.

File2:

This is paragraph two. I have run out of things to write about.
The weather sure is great today!
I am writing this file in class right now.
This line is exactly 40 characters long.

File3:

Now it is time to write the third file.
Note to self: do not forget to set permissions to 600 for each of these
files once you are done writing this third paragraph.
Also, I will need to creat a brief file, in a new directory.

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File1:

This is File1
And what a File it is, I could go on and on and
on about this file and how helpful it will be
for all those that happen upon it. What a time
to be alive with a file such as this, we are all
lucky to witness it's presence. All Praise to
this file, and its continued brilliance.

File2:

This is File2, Some would say that File2 is better than File1, but
that part of a larger conversation. Who's to say that one should have more
admiration for File1 than File2 based on what they knew that was already
familiar. File1 may be around longer than File2, but does that mean we should
sacrifice newer, different things for the sake of tradition? I can understand
why the average Joe would stick with File1, but I repect the man that dares
to believe a newer, more relevent file like that of File2.

File3:

This is File3. Now, I understand there has been alot of debate in the previous
files about whether File1 or File2 are better thant the other, but have you
thought to give File3 a chance? Sure Files1 and 2 have been around longer than
File3, but the entire argument that File2 has surmounted was around the
innovative spirit that is trying new files. I don't me to pressure the
reader to chose one file over another, simply that they should at least
consider File3 as an, option. The more curious you are about different
Files, the more understanding you may have about the single File
you have decided on.

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File1:

You, you love it how I move you/ You love it how I touch you, my one/ When
all is said and done/ You'll believe God is a woman/ And I, I feel it
after midnight/ A feelin' that you can't fight, my one/ It lingers when
we're done/ You'll believe God is woman
I don't wanna waste no time, yeah You ain't got a one-track mind, yeah/
Have it any way you like, yeah/ And I can tell that you know I know how I
want it/ Ain't nobody else can relate/ Boy, I like that you ain't afraid/
Baby, lay me down and let's pray/ I'm tellin' you the way I like it, how I
want it
(Yeah) And I could be all the things you told me not to be/
(Yeah) When you try to come for me, I keep on flourishing/
(Yeah) And he see the universe when I'm in company/
It's all in me/

File2:

Back to you, back to you, back to you/
Back to you, back to you, back to you/
I go back to you, back to you, back to you every time
I get tired of your no-shows/ You get tired of my control/ They keep
tellin' me to let go/ But I don't really let go when I say so/ I keep
givin' people blank stares/ I'm so different when you're not there/ It's
like somethin' outta Shakespeare/ Because I'm really not here when you're
not there
I've tired to fight our energy/ But every time I think I'm free/ You get
high and call on the regular/ I get weak and fall like a teenager/ Why oh
why does God keep bringin' me back to you? I get drunk, pretend that I'm
over it/ Self-destruct, show up like an idiot/ Why oh why does God keep
bringin' me back to you?

File3:

Tell me why you gotta look at me that way/ You know what it does to me/
So, baby, what ya tryna say? Aye/ Lately, all I want is you on top of me/
You know where your hands should be/ So, baby, won't you come show me? Mmm
I got you, I got you dreamin'/ You close your eyes and you're screamin'/
Play with your mind for no reason/ I know you love how I tease it. You
know that I'm playin'/ So don't be mistaken/ You already know what I'm
thinkin', boy
Oh, why'd you have to be so cute?/ It's impossible to ignore you, ah/ Why
must you make me love you so much?/ It's bad enough we get along so well/
Just say goodnight and go/ Oh-oh, oh-ah, oh-ah/ Just say goodnight and go/
Oh-oh, oh-ah, oh-ah/ Just say goodnight and go

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File1:

The town was in flames. The narrow streets leading to the moat and the first
terrace bleched smoke and embers, flames devouring the densely clustered
thatched houses and licking at the castle walls. From the west, from the
harbour gate, the screams and clamour of vicious battle and the dull blows
of a battering ram smashing against the walls grew even louder.
Their attackers had surrounded them unexpectedly, shattering the barricades
which had been held by no more than a few soldiers, a handful of townsmen
carrying halberds and some crossbowmen from the guild. Their horses, decked
out with flowing black caparisons. flew over the barricades like spectres,
their riders' bright, glistening blades sowing death amongst the fleeing
defenders.
Ciri felt the knight who carried her before him on his saddle abruptly
spur his horse. She heard his cry. "Hold on," he shouted. "Hold on!"
Other knights wearing the colours of Cintra overtook them, sparring,
even in full flight, with the Nilfgaardians. Ciri caught a glimpse of the
skirmish from the corner of her eye - the crazed swirl of blue-gold and
black cloaks amidst the clash of steel, the clatter of blades against
shields, the neighing of horses.

File2:

Cloud gaming is an umbrella term used to describe a form of online game
distribution. The most common methods of cloud gaming currently are
video (or pixel) streaming and file streaming. "Cloud gaming", also in
some cases called "gaming on demand", is a type of online gaming that
allows direct and on-demand video streaming of games onto computers,
consoles, and mobile devices, similar to video on demand, through the
use of a thin client. The actual game is stored, executed, and rendered
on the remote operator's or game company's server and the video results
are streamed directly to s consumer's computers over the internet. this
allows access to games without the need of a console and largely makes
the capability of the user's computer unimportant, as the server is the
system that is running the processing needs. The controls and button
presses from the user are transmitted directly to the server, where they
are recorded, and the server then sends back the game's response to the
input controls. Companies that use this type of cloud gaming include
NVIDIA (GeForce NOW), LOUDPLAY, Playkey, PlayGiga, CiNOW, Ubitus.
Gaming on demand is a game service which takes advantage of a broadband
connection, large server clusters, encryption and compression to stream
game content to a subscriber's device. Users can play games without
downloading or installing the actual game. Game content is not stored on
the user's hard drive and game code execution occurs primarily at the
server cluser, so the subscriber can use a less powerful cumputer to
play the game than the game would normally require, since the server does
all performance- intensive operations usually done by the end user's
computer. Most cloud gaming platforms are closed and proprietary; the
first open-source cloud gaming platform was only released in April, 2013.
P2P cloudless gaming - a type of cloud gaming, where remote computers for
game execution represented by community of individuals. Critical difference
from cloud gaming is that game is executed on actual PC and it is streamed
on one-to-one basis. The actual game is stored, executed, and rendered on
the remote computer station and the video results are streamed directly to
a consumer's computer over the internet. P2P cloudless gaming allows
closing latency gap: remote computer could be located within one internet
provider. Network protocol in P2P cloud gaming smartly chooses the best fit
between remote computer and consumer's device.

File3:

Fallout 76 is the earliest game in the fictional Fallout timeline. It takes
place 25 years after the "Great War" that killed most of the world, decades
before the events of 1997's Fallout. While a lot of its systems and
stylistic flourishes are reminiscent of developer Bethesda's past 3D
Fallout games, 76 feels almost like a stripped-down reboot. The dialogue
trees have been scrapped. The karma meter is gone. No faction wars. No
non-player characters walking around. No robot detectives, no friendly
feral ghouls, no fancy cocktail parties from which to sit and watch the
world burn. There's just you, ttying to build a refuge in the woods where
you can store all of the junk you pick up as you explore an overwhelmingly
vast stretch of irradiated West Virginia. Play long enough, and you can
launch a nuclear bomb of your own.
You play as a character, man or woman, who made it into a protective vault
just before the bombs dropped. It's now 2102 and your vault, Vault 76, has
just opened. Its inhabitants have been unfrozen and released to explore
and reclaim Appalachia, but you quickly discover that the surrounding areas
have been overrun by zombie-like creatures called the Scorched. The game's
main story, such as it is, has you retrace the footsteps of Vault 76's
commanding officer to find out more about the Scorch plague, whether it can
be stopped, and how to take control of the region's remaining nuclear
missiles. What follows is a loose confederation of fetch quests, crafting
missions, and protracted, glitchy shootouts that you cna play alone or with
other people.
Some of these individual chapters can be heartbreaking on their own, but
feel anticlimactic and wearingly obligatory when taken as a whole. I
sometimes excavated interesting backstories about West Virginians' lives
before the war and how they struggled to adapt to their new reality: say,
a cook rediscovering his faith after the apocalypse, or a raider thinking
about overdosing rather than resorting to cannibalism in order to survive.
Your vault's commander, who in the Fallout-verse is known as the Overseer,
is a fascinating figure. She's expertly voiced by actor Adrienne Barbeau,
and comes across as a leader full of compassion but also hubris. She
spends many audio logs intimately chronicling of her life before the
Vault. I would have liked to have meet her. Unfortunately, like everyone
else who once occupied Fallout 76's Mountain State, I never got the chance.
Despite that, the conclusion of the Overseer's quest line is one of Fallout
76's rare narrative payoffs, at least in theory. Too bad the game glitched
out on me during what was supposed to be the climax.

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Centuries before the Human-Covenant War would rage across
the galaxy, a similar conflict erupted between the Prophets
and the Elites-two alien races at odds over the sacred artifacts
left by the powerful Forerunners, who disappeared eons ago.
Although they would eventually form a stable alliance called
the Covenant, there are those on both sides who question this
fateful union.  From an Elite Sprinter group rebelling against
the Covenant during the time of its founding...to a brave Prophet
caught in the machinations of the new leadership...to the root
of the betrayal that would ultimately shatter the Covenant
many years later, this is the untold chapter of the most
unexpected heroes emerging from a realm filled with shocking
treachery and ceaseless wonder.
While Spartans get all the glory, no soldier-not even the
legendary Master Chief-wins a war on his own. Gunnery Sergeant
Edward Buck and his team of Orbital Drop Shock Trooper (ODSTs)
played a mjor role in saving Earth from all-out invasion at the
end of the Covenant War-acts of bravery and ingenuity that did
not got unnoticed by the United Nations Space Command. Now, after
many Spartans have been killed in battle and the Master Chief is
listed as MIA, the UNSC decides to create a new generation of
Spartans to defend humanity from threats both outside-and within.
When they come to Buck with an extraordinary proposition, he is
forced to make a life-altering decision. With the Covenant War
finally over, is it time for him to retire to the sidelines for a
life he could only dream about...or is he prepared to step up and
become part of the military's new blood?
Find. Claim. Profit. In a post-war galaxy littered with scrap, it's
the salvager's motto. And with a fast ship and a lust for adventure,
Rion Forge has certainly made her mark on the trade. When the discovery
of a wrecked UNSC crusier brings Rion's past back to haunt her, stirring
fresh hope into a decades-old wound, she's hell-bent on finding answers:
What really happened to her father and his ship, the Spirit of Fire?

File2:

December 2553. Less than a year after the end of the
Covenant War, a string of violent incidents continues to
threaten the tenuous peace in human-held space...culminating
in the assassination of UNSC fleet admiral Graselyn Tuwa and
the abduction of her family. It is a provocation so outrageous
that the Office of Naval Intelligence must retaliate swiftly
and feriously-but only only after its operatives identify her
killer and rescue the hostages.
This mission will be the first for homicide-detective-turned-
ONI-operative Veta Lopis and her young team of Spartan-IIIs, and
something feels wrong from the start. The obvious suspect is an
infamous Brute who leads the Keeper of the One Freedom, an
ex-Covenant splinter group in fierce opposition to the UNSC. But
Lopis and her team soon realize that the truth is much more insidious
than they could have ever imagined.
Molly Patel was only seven years old when the alien alliance known as
the Covenant destroyed her homeworld and killed her family. As one of the
few to escape the glassing of Paris IV, and despite the United Nations
Space Command winning the war on behalf of humanity, Molly never
forgot how much she had lost.

File3:

It is 2555, more than two years after the Master Chief went
missing-in-action following a decisive conflict on Installation
00-the massive, extragalactic Forerunner construct known as the Ark-as
part of the final chapter in humanity's bloddy thirty-year struggle
against the overhelming forces of the Covenant. Now, as a tenuous peace
exists between the humans and the Elites, a startling discover is
made...and the riddle behind its Forerunnner origins could very well
unravel these dangerous secrets.
Just hours following their climactic battle on the Forerunner planet
Genesis, the Spartans of Blue Team and Fireteam Osiris find themselves
running for their lives from the malevolent machinations of the
now-renegade artifical intelligence Cortana. But even as the attempt to
stay one step ahead, new trouble seems to find find Spartan Edward Buck
no matter where he turns.
A secret mission planned by the Office of Naval Intelligence could
possibly help turn the tide, and has Buck reluctantly agreeing to
reform his old team, Alpha-Nine. But if the band is really getting
back together for this one, that means everybody-including the Spartan
who Buck never wants to see again, the one who commited the ultimate
betrayal of trust...

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A netbook is a generic name that refers
to an inexpensive, small computer that
was developed in 2007.  Nebooks were
in the same family as chromebooks and
mobile devices.  They were advertised
for being low weight and inexspensive.
The price was kept low by lowering the
specifications of the computing abilities.
Netbooks did not have an optical drive and
had small screens and keyboards.  This
product was popularly distributed by
wireless data carriers to customers in
order to try and get them to extend their
contract with the carrier.  By 2011,
tablet computers and iPads started to gain
popularity and the demand for netbooks
decreased dramatically.  Other companies
were able to develop a small, compact
computer that weighed as much as a netbook
but had similar computing power to that
of a desktop PC.
Netbooks hardware was generally much less
powerful than the standard laptop or desktop
PC.  Some of them were being sold without a
hard drive and were using solid-state storage
instead.  Their storage capacity was being capped
at 128 GB which in today's market, is usually
what a typical mobile phone caps off at.  Netbooks
also lacked a lot of processing power.  They
were designed for power efficiency instead of speed.
they were not designed for gaming, streaming,
nor intense graphics, but rather more generic
applicable uses like word processing, spreadsheets,
and other basic day to day functions.  However,
this made them more popular and useful for
business applications.  The affordable prices
along with the ability to do what most business
professionals need to do on their devices
made them a good option for businesses.

File2:

Netbooks were at their highest market
share (around 20%) in 2010 but then
began to decline with the introduction
of Apple's iPad.  Apple then later
introduced the MacBook air which was
far superior to any netbook that was
on the shelf.  The first MacBook was
three to four times more expensive with
an MSRP of $999.  Netbooks market share
continuously fell as technology became
more advance and netbooks did not keep
up with the growth.  Tablets, MacBooks
and Chromebooks continued to dominate
the market as netbook sales fell 25%
in 2012.
Netbooks made a small comeback in November
of 2012 when HP made a case for them.
They developed a small netbook (2.8lbs).
It was designed for consumers who still
wanted a tablet-like device but would prefer
to have a physical keyboard.  It contained
a 1.6GHz dual-core Intel atom N2600
processor and had much more storage
capabilities than earlier models of netbooks
(capping off at around 320GB).

File3:

At the bottom line, the general public
opinion reflects the fact that Apple
killed the netbook.  Althought Apple's
devices were much more expensive, it
seemed to be worth it to the consumers
to get a much more usable device that
would likely last longer and be much
more efficient.  apple made claims
that "Nobody really wanted a netbook
perse," but was rather using it as a
budget friendly way to get around the
block with a cheap form of technology.
iPads became much more affordable with
every new model release and proved to
be a much better alternative to the
netbook.
Apple focused on the "computing experience".
This meant that yes, the netbooks did
work and were relatively functional.
But at the end of the day, the small
screens and keyboards created a
terrible user experience and had no
one excited to get on their computer
and do whatever they needed to do.
Netbooks were a market-share play.  The
profit margins on these devices were
so small that the only way these companies
could increase their profies were to try
and grab up as much of the market as
possible.  All of these factors contributed
to the downfall and ultimately, the
death of the netbook.

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File1:

Err in the direction of kindness. Do those things that incline you toward the big questions, and avoid the things that would reduce you and make you trivial. That luminous part of you that exists beyond personality — your soul, if you will — is as bright and shining as any that has ever been. Bright as Shakespeare’s, bright as Gandhi’s, bright as Mother Teresa’s. Clear away everything that keeps you separate from this secret luminous place. Believe it exists, come to know it better, nurture it, share its fruits tirelessly.   (542)

File2:

Fear is going to be a player in your life, but you get to decide how much. You can spend your whole life imagining ghosts, worrying about your pathway to the future, but all there will ever be is what’s happening here, and the decisions we make in this moment, which are based in either love or fear.   (305)
So many of us choose our path out of fear disguised as practicality. What we really want seems impossibly out of reach and ridiculous to expect, so we never dare to ask the universe for it.   (191)

File3:

Take action. Every story you've ever connected with, every leader you've ever admired, every puny little thing that you've ever accomplished is the result of taking action. You have a choice. You can either be a passive victim of circumstance or you can be the active hero of your own life.   (294)

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File1:

I too sing America, I am the darker brother
They send me to eat in the kitchen, when
company comes. But I laugh and eat well, and
grow strong.
Tommorrow, I'll be at the table when the
company comes. Nobody'll dare say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen", then.
Besides, they'll see how beautiful I am
and be ashamed-- I, too, am America.
-Langston Hughes

File2:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,and
sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood.
And looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;
then took the other, as just as fair.
And having perhaps the better claim, Because
it was grassy and wanted wear;
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
took the one less traveled by,
and that has made all the difference.
-Robert Frost

File3:

Fast rode the knight, with Spurs, hot and reeking,
Ever waving an eager sword, "To save my lady"!
Fast rode the knight.
And leaped from saddle to war.
Men of steel flickered and gleamed,
like riot of silver lights, still waved
on a castle wall..
A horse, Blowing, staggering, bloody thing,
Forgotten at foot of castle wall.
A horse, dead at foot of castle wall.
-Stephen Crane

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File1:

Hello. My name is Amritha Nair. This is File 1 of my project.
It is Thursday afternoon, and quite cold outside. There will be real
information here later on, this is to fill the file with some
lines.

File2:

Hello, this is file 2. File 2 is a really good file. Thanksgiving
break was great, but now it's that stressful time between fall and
winter break. BUT we're almost there so it's okay...i guess:)

File3:

Now here we have file 3! This is also a pretty decent file.
I'm really just typing at this point, because I'm not sure what
else to say. This made me realize writing random things is harder
than knowing what to write.

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File1:

Intro: Solid State Disks are much faster than magnetic disk drives.

File2:

All macbooks come with a SSD

File3:

SSDs cost more than conventional hard disks drives

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It was a dark autumn night. The old banker was walking up and down his study
and remembering how, fifteen years before, he had given a party one autumn
evening. There had been many clever men there, and there had been interestin
conversations. Among other things they had talked of capital punishment.
The majority of the guests, among whom were many journalists and intellectual
men, disapproved of the death penalty. They considered that form of punishment
out of date, immoral, and unsuitable for Christian States. In the opinion of
some of them the death penalty ought to be replaced everywhere by
imprisonment for life.
"I don't agree with you," said their host the banker. "I have not tried either
the death penalty or imprisonment for life, but if one may judge _a priori_,
the death penalty is more moral and more humane than imprisonment for life.
Capital punishment kills a man at once, but lifelong imprisonment kills him
slowly. Which executioner is the more humane, he who kills you in a few
minutes or he who drags the life out of you in the course of many years?"
"Both are equally immoral," observed one of the guests, "for they both have
the same object -- to take away life. The State is not God. It has not the
right to take away what it cannot restore when it wants to."
Among the guests was a young lawyer, a young man of five-and-twenty.
When he was asked his opinion, he said:
"The death sentence and the life sentence are equally immoral,
but if I had to choose between the death penalty and imprisonment for life,
I would certainly choose the second. To live anyhow is better than not at
all."

File2:

A lively discussion arose. The banker, who was younger and more nervous in
those days, was suddenly carried away by excitement; he struck the table
with his fist and shouted at the young man:
"It's not true! I'll bet you two millions you wouldn't stay in solitary
confinement for five years."
"If you mean that in earnest," said the young man, "I'll take the bet,
but I would stay not five but fifteen years."
"Fifteen? Done!" cried the banker. "Gentlemen, I stake two millions!"
"Agreed! You stake your millions and I stake my freedom!" said the young man.
And this wild, senseless bet was carried out! The banker, spoilt and
frivolous, with millions beyond his reckoning, was delighted at the bet.
At supper he made fun of the young man, and said:
"Think better of it, young man, while there is still time. To me two millions
are a trifle, but you are losing three or four of the best years of your
life. I say three or four, because you won't stay longer.
Don't forget either, you unhappy man, that voluntary confinement is a great
deal harder to bear than compulsory. The thought that you have the right to
step out in liberty at any moment will poison your whole existence in prison.
I am sorry for you."
And now the banker, walking to and fro, remembered all this, and asked himself:
"What was the object of that bet? What is the good of that man's losing
fifteen years of his life and my throwing away two millions?
Can it prove that the death penalty is better or worse than imprisonment for
life? No, no. It was all nonsensical and meaningless. On my part it was the
caprice of a pampered man, and on his part simple greed for money. . . ."

File3:

Then he remembered what followed that evening. It was decided that the young
man should spend the years of his captivity under the strictest supervision
in one of the lodges in the banker's garden. It was agreed that for
fifteen years he should not be free to cross the threshold of the lodge,
to see human beings, to hear the human voice, or to receive letters and
newspapers. He was allowed to have a musical instrument and books, and was
allowed to write letters, to drink wine, and to smoke. By the terms of the
agreement, the only relations he could have with the outer world were by a
little window made purposely for that object. He might have anything he
wanted -- books, music, wine, and so on -- in any quantity he desired by
writing an order, but could only receive them through the window.
The agreement provided for every detail and every trifle that would make
his imprisonment strictly solitary, and bound the young man to stay
there _exactly_ fifteen years, beginning from
twelve o'clock of November 14, 1870, and ending at twelve o'clock of
November 14, 1885. The slightest attempt on his part to break the conditions,
if only two minutes before the end, released the banker from the obligation
to pay him two millions.
For the first year of his confinement, as far as one could judge from his brief
notes, the prisoner suffered severely from loneliness and depression.
The sounds of the piano could be heard continually day and night from his
lodge. He refused wine and tobacco. Wine, he wrote, excites the desires,
and desires are the worst foes of the prisoner; and besides, nothing could be
more dreary than drinking good wine and seeing no one. And tobacco spoilt
the air of his room. In the first year the books he sent for were
principally of a light character; novels with a complicated love plot,
sensational and fantastic stories, and so on.
In the second year the piano was silent in the lodge, and the prisoner asked
only for the classics. In the fifth year music was audible again,
and the prisoner asked for wine. Those who watched him through the window
said that all that year he spent doing nothing but eating and drinking and
lying on his bed, frequently yawning and angrily talking to himself. He did
not read books. Sometimes at night he would sit down to write; he would spend
hours writing, and in the morning tear up all that he had written.
More than once he could be heard crying.
In the second half of the sixth year the prisoner began zealously studying
languages, philosophy, and history. He threw himself eagerly into these
studies -- so much so that the banker had enough to do to get him the
books he ordered. In the course of four years some six hundred volumes
were procured at his request. It was during this period that the banker
received the following letter from his prisoner:
"My dear Jailer, I write you these lines in six languages. Show them to
people who know the languages. Let them read them. If they find not one
mistake I implore you to fire a shot in the garden. That shot will show me
that my efforts have not been thrown away. The geniuses of all ages and of
all lands speak different languages, but the same flame burns in them all.
Oh, if you only knew what unearthly happiness my soul feels now from being
able to understand them!" The prisoner's desire was fulfilled.
The banker ordered two shots to be fired in the garden.
Then after the tenth year, the prisoner sat immovably at the table and
read nothing but the Gospel. It seemed strange to the banker that a man
who in four years had mastered six hundred learned volumes should waste
nearly a year over one thin book easy of comprehension.
Theology and histories of religion followed the Gospels.
In the last two years of his confinement the prisoner read an immense
quantity of books quite indiscriminately. At one time he was busy with
the natural sciences, then he would ask for Byron or Shakespeare. There
were notes in which he demanded at the same time books on chemistry, and
a manual of medicine, and a novel, and some treatise on philosophy
or theology. His reading suggested a man swimming in the sea among the
wreckage of his ship, and trying to save his life by greedily clutching
first at one spar and then at another.

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Once upon a time there was a wicked sprite, indeed he was the most
mischievous of all sprites. One day he was in a very good humor, for he had
made a mirror with the power of causing all that was good and beautiful
when it was reflected therein, to look poor and mean; but that which was
good-for-nothing and looked ugly was shown magnified and increased in
ugliness. In this mirror the most beautiful landscapes looked like boiled
spinach, and the best persons were turned into frights, or appeared to
stand on their heads; their faces were so distorted that they were not to
be recognised; and if anyone had a mole, you might be sure that it would
be magnified and spread over both nose and mouth.
"That's glorious fun!" said the sprite. If a good thought passed through
a man's mind, then a grin was seen in the mirror, and the sprite laughed
heartily at his clever discovery. All the little sprites who went to
his school--for he kept a sprite school--told each other that a miracle
had happened; and that now only, as they thought, it would be possible to
see how the world really looked. They ran about with the mirror; and at
last there was not a land or a person who was not represented distorted in
the mirror. So then they thought they would fly up to the sky, and have a
joke there. The higher they flew with the mirror, the more terribly it
grinned: they could hardly hold it fast. Higher and higher still they flew,
nearer and nearer to the stars, when suddenly the mirror shook so terribly
with grinning, that it flew out of their hands and fell to the earth,
where it was dashed in a hundred million and more pieces. And now it
worked much more evil than before; for some of these pieces were hardly
so large as a grain of sand, and they flew about in the wide world, and
when they got into people's eyes, there they stayed; and then people saw
everything perverted, or only had an eye for that which was evil.
This happened because the very smallest bit had the same power which the
whole mirror had possessed. Some persons even got a splinter in their
heart, and then it made one shudder, for their heart became like a lump
of ice. Some of the broken pieces were so large that they were used for
windowpanes, through which one could not see one's friends. Other pieces
were put in spectacles; and that was a sad affair when people put on their
glasses to see well and rightly. Then the wicked sprite laughed till he
almost choked, for all this tickled his fancy. The fine splinters still
flew about in the air: and now we shall hear what happened next.

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In a large town, where there are so many houses, and so many people, that
there is no roof left for everybody to have a little garden; and where,
on this account, most persons are obliged to content themselves with
flowers in pots; there lived two little children, who had a garden
somewhat larger than a flower-pot. They were not brother and sister;
but they cared for each other as much as if they were. Their parents lived
exactly opposite. They inhabited two garrets; and where the roof of the
one house joined that of the other, and the gutter ran along the extreme
end of it, there was to each house a small window: one needed only to step
over the gutter to get from one window to the other.
The children's parents had large wooden boxes there, in which vegetables
for the kitchen were planted, and little rosetrees besides: there was a
rose in each box, and they grew splendidly. They now thought of placing
the boxes across the gutter, so that they nearly reached from one window
to the other, and looked just like two walls of flowers. The tendrils of
the peas hung down over the boxes; and the rose-trees shot up long
branches, twined round the windows, and then bent towards each other: it
was almost like a triumphant arch of foliage and flowers. The boxes were
very high, and the children knew that they must not creep over them; so
they often obtained permission to get out of the windows to each other,
and to sit on their little stools among the roses, where they could play
delightfully. In winter there was an end of this pleasure. The windows
were often frozen over; but then they heated copper farthings on the
stove, and laid the hot farthing on the windowpane, and then they had a
capital peep-hole, quite nicely rounded; and out of each peeped a gentle
friendly eye--it was the little boy and the little girl who were looking
out. His name was Kay, hers was Gerda. In summer, with one jump, they
could get to each other; but in winter they were obliged first to go down
the long stairs, and then up the long stairs again: and out-of-doors there
was quite a snow-storm.
The flake of snow grew larger and larger; and at last it was like a young
lady, dressed in the finest white gauze, made of a million little flakes
like stars. She was so beautiful and delicate, but she was of ice, of
dazzling, sparkling ice; yet she lived; her eyes gazed fixedly, like two
stars; but there was neither quiet nor repose in them. She nodded towards
the window, and beckoned with her hand. The little boy was frightened,
and jumped down from the chair; it seemed to him as if, at the same
moment, a large bird flew past the window.

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But what became of little Gerda when Kay did not return? Where could he
be? Nobody knew; nobody could give any intelligence. All the boys knew
was, that they had seen him tie his sledge to another large and splendid
one, which drove down the street and out of the town. Nobody knew where
he was; many sad tears were shed, and little Gerda wept long and bitterly;
at last she said he must be dead; that he had been drowned in the river
which flowed close to the town. Oh! those were very long and dismal
winter evenings!
And, as it seemed to her, the blue waves nodded in a strange manner; then
she took off her red shoes, the most precious things she possessed, and
threw them both into the river. But they fell close to the bank, and the
little waves bore them immediately to land; it was as if the stream would
not take what was dearest to her; for in reality it had not got little
Kay; but Gerda thought that she had not thrown the shoes out far enough,
so she clambered into a boat which lay among the rushes, went to the
farthest end, and threw out the shoes. But the boat was not fastened, and
the motion which she occasioned, made it drift from the shore. She
observed this, and hastened to get back; but before she could do so, the
boat was more than a yard from the land, and was gliding quickly onward.
Little Gerda was very frightened, and began to cry; but no one heard her
except the sparrows, and they could not carry her to land; but they flew
along the bank, and sang as if to comfort her, "Here we are! Here we
are!" The boat drifted with the stream, little Gerda sat quite still
without shoes, for they were swimming behind the boat, but she could not
reach them, because the boat went much faster than they did. The banks on
both sides were beautiful; lovely flowers, venerable trees, and slopes
with sheep and cows, but not a human being was to be seen.

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Perhaps my fate was sealed when I sold my three-year-old sister. My father had
taken me to a couple of cattle auctions, not minding that I was a girl-this was
before Missy was born, of course-and I'd loved the fast talk and the intensity
of the whole thing. So the day after my seventh birthday party, where Missy did
a song for everyone while I sat alone, my chin in my hand, and meditated behind
my still uncut birthday cake, it seemed to met that here wasa a charming and
beautiful little asset that I had no further use for and could be liquidated to
a good effect.
So I gather a passel of children from our gated community in Houston, kids with
serious money, and I had Miss do a bit of her song once more, and I said,
"Ladies and gentlemen, no greater or more complete perfection of animal beauty
ever stood on two legs than the little girl who stands before you. She has
prizewinning breeding and good teeth. She will neither hook, kick, strike, nor
bite you. She is the pride and joy and greatest treasure of the Dickerson
family and she is now available to you. Who will start the bidding for this
future blue-ribbon winner? Who'll offer fifty cents? Fifty cents. Who'll give
me fifty?"
I saw nothing but blank stares before me. I'd gotten all these kids together
but I still hadn't quite gotten them into the spirit of the thing. So I looked
one of these kids in the eyes and I said, "You, Tony Speck.  Aren't your
parents rich enough to give you an allowance of fifty cents?" He made a hard,
scrunched-up face and he said, "A dollar." And I was off.  I finally sold her
for six dollars and twenty-five cents to a quiet girl up the street who daddy
was in oil. She was an only child, a thing I made her feel sorry about when the
bidding slowed down at five bucks.

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Doree had to take three buses-one to Kincardine, where she waited for one to
London, where she waited again, for the city bus out to the facility. She
started the trip on a Sunday at nine in the morning. Because of the waiting
times between buses, it took her until about two in the afternoon to travel the
hundred-odd miles. All that sitting, either on buses or in the depots, was not
a thing she should have minded. Her daily work was not of the sitting-down
kind.
She was a chambermaid at the Comfort Inn. She scrubbed bathrooms and stripped
and made beds and vacuumed rugs and wiped mirrors. She liked the work-it
occupied her thoughts to a certain extent and tired her out so that she could
sleep at night.
She was seldom faced with a really bad mess, though some of the women she
worked with could tell stories to make your hair curl. These women were older
than her, and they all thought that she should try to work her way up. They
told her that she should get trained for a job behind the desk, while she was
still young and decent-looking. But she was content to do what she did. She
didn't want to have to talk to people.

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I struggled to recall the last occasion that I'd seen my wife naked, and it had
been bright enought to see her properly. Not that year, for sure; I wasn't even
certain that it had happened the year before.
How could I have failed to notice such deep bruises on the body of the only
person I lived with? I tried to count the fine wrinkles radiating out from the
corners of my wife's eyes. Then I told her to take off all her clothes. A red
flush appeared along the line of her cheekbones, which her weight loss had left
indecently sharp. She tried to remonstrate with me.
"What if someone sees?"

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Super Mario Strikers, known as Mario Smash Football in Europe and Australia,
is a five-on-five football (soccer) game
developed by Next Level Games for the GameCube.
The game was released in Europe and North America in late 2005,
and in Japan and Australia in 2006. The game's sequel, Mario Strikers Charged,
was also developed by Next Level Games and is available for the Wii.
Strikers is a sports game incorporating characters from the Mario franchise.
The game features the basic aspects and objectives of a football game,
although no referees are present and characters can legitimately shove others
out of possession of the ball. As in other games such as Mario Power Tennis,
the player can use Mario-themed items such as bananas to hinder the
opposition. Each team comprises a goal keeper, a captain, and three of
the same secondary Mario characters known as "side kicks.
In my apartment, Strikers is a very serious matter.
My roomates and I are locked in a constant struggle
to beat each other in a best of three match.
The "First Place" player gets the right to brag
as well as ridicule the Second and Third place players,
with the degree of clout and rights lessening as one moves down the ladder.
It has both bonded and separated the living area,
with many debates starting and ending due to strikers.
The moral is: If you can't handle the heat, get out of the kitchen.

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Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air
In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabbie "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air

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Young man, there's no need to feel down
I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground
I said, young man, 'cause you're in a new town
There's no need to be unhappy
Young man, there's a place you can go
I said, young man, when you're short on your dough
You can stay there, and I'm sure you will find
Many ways to have a good time
It's fun to stay at the YMCA
It's fun to stay at the YMCA
They have everything for you men to enjoy
You can hang out with all the boys

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I think that i shall never see
a thing as lovely as a tree
Yet, when I see a stump or log,
it makes me wish I was a dog...

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I think that i shall never see
a thing as lovely as a tree
Yet, when I see a stump or log,
it makes me wish I was a dog...

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This is a short paragraph.
This is shorter.
Shortest.

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i programmin is the process of taking an algorithm and encoding into a
notation a programing languag.
so that it can be executed by a computer
Although many programming language and many different types of computer.
The important first step is the need to have solution, without
ian algorithm.

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i computer science is not the study of programing, however is an important
part of what a computer scientist does. Programing is often the way the we
create a represent solutions. There, this language representation and
the process of creating it becomes of creating it becomes a fundamental
part of the discipline,

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Algorihtm describe the solution to a problem in terms of the data needed
to represent the problem instance and the set of steps necessary to
produce the intended result, Programing language must provide a notational
way to represent both the process and the data. To this end, language
provide control constructs and data types.

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More than a hundred and sixty-eight years ago, there lived a curious
personage called Old Riddler. His real name was unknown to the people in
that part of the country where he dwelt; but this made no difference,
for the name given to him was probably just as good as his own. Indeed,
I am sure that it was better, for it meant something, and very few people
have names that mean anything.
He was called Old Riddler for two reasons. In the first place, he was
an elderly man; secondly, he was the greatest fellow to ask riddles
that you ever heard of. So this name fitted him very well. Old Riddler had
some very peculiar characteristics, among others, he was a gnome. Living
underground for the greater part of his time, he had ample opportunities
of working out curious and artful riddles, which he used to try on his
fellow gnomes; and if they liked them, he would go above ground and
propound his conundrums to the country people; who sometimes guessed
them, but not often.
The fact is, that those persons who wished to be on good terms with the
old gnome never guessed his riddles. They knew that they would please him
better by giving them up. He took such a pleasure in telling the answers
to his riddles that no truly kind-hearted person would deprive him of it
by trying to solve them.

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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a
creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the
chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The
children were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sugar-plums
danced in their heads. And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, had
just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed
to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore
open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the
new-fallen snow gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what
to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh, and eight
tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must
be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he
whistled, and shouted, and called them by name! As dry leaves that before
the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, with the sleigh full of
toys, and St. Nicholas too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was
turning around, down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

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One day, the cook went into the kitchen to make some gingerbread. She
took some flour and water, and treacle and ginger, and mixed them all well
together, and she put in some more water to make it thin, and then some
more flour to make it thick, and a little salt and some spice, and then
she rolled it out into a beautiful, smooth, dark-yellow dough. Then she
took the square tins and cut out some square cakes for the little boys,
and with some round tins she cut out some round cakes for the little
girls.
So she took a nice round lump of dough for his body, and a smaller lump
for his head, which she pulled out a little for the neck. Two other lumps
were stuck on beneath for the legs, and were pulled out into the proper
shape, with feet and toes all complete, and two still smaller pieces were
made into arms, with dear little hands and fingers. But the nicest work
was done on the head, for the top was frizzed up into a pretty sugary hat.
On either side was made a dear little ear, and in front, after the nose
had been carefully moulded, a beautiful mouth was made out of a big
raisin, and two bright little eyes with burnt almonds and caraway seeds.
Then the gingerbread man was finished ready for baking, and a very jolly
little man he was. In fact, he looked so sly that the cook was afraid he
was plotting some mischief, and when the batter was ready for the oven,
she put in the square cakes and she put in the round cakes; and then she
put in the little gingerbread man in a far back corner, where he couldn't
get away in a hurry.

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Random Access Memory is the hardware in a computing device where the operating
system, application programs and data in current use are kept so they can be
quickly reached by the device's processor. RAM is the main memory in a
computer, and it is much faster to read from and write to than other kinds of
storage, such as a hard disk drive, solid-state drive or optical drive.
Because of it's volatility, Random Access Memory can't store permanent data.
RAM can be compared to a person's short-term memory, and a hard drive to a
person's long-term memory. Short-term memory is focused on immediate work,
but it can only keep a limited number of facts in view at any one time.
Wehn a person's short-term memory fills up, it can be refreshed with facts
stored in the brain's long-term memory.
A computer also works this way. If RAM fills up, the computer's processor
must repeatedly go to the hard disk to overlay the old data in RAM with
new data. This process slows the computer's operation. A computer's hard disk
can become completely full of data and unable to take any more, but RAM won't
run out of memory. However, the combination of RAM and storage memory can be
completely used up.

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The term random access as applied to RAM comes from the fact that any storage
location, also known as any memory address, can be accessed directly.
Originially, the term Random Access Memory was used to distinguish regular
core memory from offline memory.
Offline memory typically referred to magenetic tape from which a specific
piece of data could only be accessed by locating the address sequentially,
starting at the beginning of the tape. RAM is organized and controlled in a
way that enables data to be stored and retrieved directly to and from specific
locations.
RAM is similar in concept to a set of boxes in which each box can hold a 0 or
a 1. Each box has a unique address that is found by counting across the columns
and down the rows. A set of RAM boxes is called an array, and each box is
known as a cell.

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RAM is physically small and stored in microchips. It's also small in terms of
the amount of data it can hold. A typical laptop computer may come with 8
gigabytes of RAM, while a hard disk drive can hold 10 terabytes.
RAM microchips are gathered together into memory modules, which plug into
slots in a computer's motherboard. A bus, or a set of electrical paths, is
used to connect the motherboard slots to the processor. A hard drive, on the
other hand stores data on the magnetized surface of what looks like a vinyl
record. And, alternatively, an SSD stores data in memory chips that, unlike
RAM, are nonvolatile, don't depend on having constant power and won't lose
data once the power is turned off.
Most PCs enable users to add RAM modules up to a certain limit. Having more
RAM in a computer cuts down on the number of times the processor must read
data from the hard disk, an operation that takes longer than reading data
from RAM. RAM access time is in nanoseconds, while storage memory access time
is in milliseconds.

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The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the
end of summer. They set forth at daybreak to see a man beheaded, twenty in
all, and Bran rode among them, nervous with excitement. This was the first
time he had been deemed old enough to go with his lord father and his
brothers to see the king's justice done. It was the ninth year of summer
and the seventh of Bran's life.
The man had been taken outside a small holdfast in the hills. Robb thought
he was a wildling, his sword sworn to Mance Rayder, the King-beyond-the-
Wall. It made Bran's skin prickle to think of it. He remembered the hearth
tales Old Nan told them. The wildlings were cruel men, she said, slavers
and slayers and thieves. They consorted with giants and ghouls, stole girl
children in the dead of night, and drank blood from polished horns. And
their women lay with the Others in the Long Night to sire terrible half-
human children.
But the man they found bound hand and foot to the holdfast wall awaiting
the king's justice was old and scrawny, not much taller than Robb. He had
lost both ears and a finger to frostbite, and he dressed all in black, the
same as a brother of the Night's Watch, except that his furs were ragged
and greasy.

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The breath of man and horse mingled, steaming, in the cold morning air as
his lord father had the man cut down from the wall and dragged before
them. Robb and Jon sat tall and sitll on their horses, with Bran between
them on his pony, trying to seem older than seven, trying to pretend he'd
seen this all before. A faint wind blew through the holdfast gate. Over
their heads flapped the banner of the Starks of Winterfell: a grey
direwolf racing across an ice-white field.
Bran's father sat solemnly on his horse, long brown hair stirring in the
wind. His closely trimmed beard was shot with white, making him look older
than his thirty-five years. He had a grim cast to his grey eyes this day,
and he seemed not at all the man who would sit before the fire in the
evening and talk softly of the age of heroes and the children of the
forest. He had taken off Father's face, Bran thought, and donned the face
of Lord Stark of Winterfell.

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There were questions asked and answeres given there in the chill of the
morning, but afterward Bran could not recall much of what had been said.
Finally his lrd father gave a command, and two of his guardsmen dragged
the ragged ma to the ironwood stump in the center of the square. They
forced his head down onto the hard black wood. Lord Eddard Stark
dismounted and called his ward Theon Greyjoy brought forth the sword.
"Ice," that sword was called. It was as wide across as a man's hand, and
taller even than Robb. The blade was Valyrian steel, spell-forged and dark
as smoke. Nothing held an edge like Valyrian steel.
His father peeled off his gloves and handed them to Jory Cassel, the
captain of his household guard. He took hold of Ice with both hands and
said, "In the name of Robert of the House Baratheon, the First of his
Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the
Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, by the word of Eddard of House
Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, I do sentence you to
die." He lifted the great sword high above his head.
-- A Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin

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Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

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"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence

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I hopped off the plane at LAX
With a dream and my cardigan
Welcome to the land of fame excess,
Whoa, am I gonna fit in?
Jumped in the cab,
Here I am for the first time
Look to my right and I see the Hollywood sign
This is all so crazy
Everybody seems so famous
My tummy's turnin' and I'm feelin' kinda home sick
Too much pressure and I'm nervous,
That's when the taxi man turned on the radio
And the Jay Z song was on
And the Jay Z song was on
And the Jay Z song was on

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this wiht a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost

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From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were--I have not seen
As others saw--I could not bring
My passions from a common spring--
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow--I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone--
And all I lov'd--I lov'd alone--
Then--in my childhood-- in the dawn
Of a most stormy life--was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still--
From the torrent, or the fountain--
From the red cliff of the mountain--
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold--
From the lighting in the sky
As it passed me flying by--
From the thunder, and the storm--
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view--
Alone - Edgar Allan Poe

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All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything
All the World's a Stage - William Shakespeare

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