Well, you didnt give much information to answer off of, but he was probably right to remain calm, because the more calm you are in a situation like that, the better capable you are to think of the correct way to go about working to fix your problem. <span />
Answer:
They were sought after by others.
Explanation:
Duchamp and Hoch share a common similarity in the sense that other people always seek after them.
They were always sought after by others.
<span>The answer to your question is past progressive
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in the passage, what causes the conflict between
the narrator and his friends?
A The narrator secretly despises his friends for
their mean-spirited pranks, and he visits only
to get the better of them.
B The friends' laughter causes the narrator to be
anxious, for he interprets it as a joke on his
behalf.
C The friends' exaggerated merriment and
predilection to prank the narrator make him
paranoid when he visits.
D The narrator dislikes the lodgings given to him
by his friends.
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Answer:
This place is meaningful to me because it is part of the county I loved, is part of the county where I grew up and is part of my childhood. This place is in the country in an old region named Appalachia, a small piece of the Appalachian Mountains, in a town named Pikeville.
Pikeville is a polluted town because of the coal industry. People live in apartment or condominium buildings because of its little space available. I grew up in one of the many buildings in Pikeville admiring from my bedroom window the beauty of the mountains, always exploring with my eyes the forest or the meadows, looking for a clean and quiet place. And, I found one on a hill in the back of the town. It is about 100 feet square, it has seven old trees, wild flowers and a lot of bugs and ants during summer time.
I used to go there to sit down on a rock and watch the town and my trees. There was a very old tree, a maple tree, with a huge trunk. The others were smaller, three in the back, three on my left side and the old maple tree on my right. There were flowers, many kinds, white, yellow, purple and blue. It was nobody's place. Nobody owned that hill, but it was beautiful and peaceful and I dreamed many times about a white house over there.
I used to go there to be alone or to dream with my eyes open admiring the blue sky or the clouds. I liked to go there to lay down on the grass, listen to the wind, kiss the flowers and watch the leaves moving.
