The boy's rendition of his late father's painting was an absolute monstrosity. It was unveiled right beside the old man's grave to a crowd of dishevelled bystanders, the ladies holding their billowing skirts down and the men scratching at their unkempt beards. It wasn't a particularly sacrilegious artwork, but the crowd would say otherwise. Hands jumped to mouths to keep a scream bottled in, eyes widened to the point of tearing. They'd never seen something quite like it.
Answer:
My tenant, Mr. Verma, pays the rent regularly.
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Mr. Verma, my tenant, pays the rent regularly.
Answer:
People who do not find ways to belong may feel forsaken by others.
Explanation:
explain the reason, and simply beg for the extension like your life depends on it
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