Fallacies m<span>ay make a person less credible.
Fallacies m</span><span>ay make an argument illogical.
Fallacies are basically mistakes in an argument or mistaken beliefs that are based on unsound arguments. So those mistakes may make someone seem less credible and make the argument illogical. However, mistakes will often have an effect on the argument, are not essential to the argument and are not an indicator of sadness (pathos). Which is why only the two choices were selected.
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Explanation:
In my family, the men were always working for their wives and children. My grand, grandfather was shoot many times in the WWII and because of that, he got one house and many other privileges.
After that, he decided to start a private business and that is one of the economic growth example in my family. He had his store and after his death, my father was the one who took all the work because my grandfather didn't want it.
Answer:
TW: gore
<h2>I had a dream all of my teeth fell out. </h2>
One by one, they crumble. I tried closing my jaw and the vacancy of my teeth letting me close it gum to gum. My mouth tasted of blo.od and it painted my carpet with a puddle of teeth. I woke up in a panic, feeling my mouth in my sleepy state, accidentally biting my finger. I yelped cradling it with my opposing hand. I manoeuvre my way to the bathroom and wrapped it up with gauze carefully. As I return to bed I pick up my phone and do the only logical thing I could do; I go,ogled it. The bright screen hurts my eyes. The results tell me I'm insecure, that something life-changing has happened, what a bunch of bull. I put my phone down shaking my head, trying to ease myself back to sleep. The next morning I woke up to no alarm... I look around and realize it is bright outside. I look around frantically for my phone that I must've forgotten to plug in. When I find it, to my despair it's dead. "I'm late!" I declare jumping out of bed, falling over as I throw on my clothes. I run down the stairs and to the couch opening my computer to log in. My hair sticks straight up in a crazy mess. "How are you late, you literally work from home?" my roommate asks. "Less questions, can you throw me a bagel?" she sighs getting up from the kitchen table. I log in as fast as I can making sure to turn off my camera as I try frantically to tame my hair. "Catch!" I look up just in time for a bagel to hit my square in the nose. "Thanks," I mutter picking it off my lap. "Sorry, I'm late!" I say, of course, it's the morning we have the meeting on which department deserves a pay raise. "It's fine Jaxon, we were just getting started" I sigh in relief as I mute myself and take a bite of my bagel. A few moments later I hear Ali, my roommate, go "You have some- blo.od." she points to my mouth and I grab a napkin spitting out my breakfast. "Oh my god, I'm gonna pu.ke" she runs to the bathroom as three teeth sit in the palm of my hand. I feel around my mouth with my tongue my other teeth wiggle with the movement. "What the..." my whole mouth aches. I start to panic and I get flashbacks. "Wake up, wake up, wake up!" I whisper to myself.
Explanation:
i love creative writing SO MUCH
you can replace Jaxon w your name bc i just used mine IoI
and u gotta remove the dots/commas in the words blo.od, pu.ke, and go,ogled (id,k why they censor them)
hope this helps:)
