Depends on what the awnsers are
I would guess C. Not 100% sure though
After years of wanting to raise a pet kitten, my parents finally allowed me to have one. I was extremely excited and could barely contain my happiness when we went to the animal shelter. However my dad put a specific condition for me to raise the cat "he won't be able to roam around the house," he said. Because of this condition, we had to empty the last room in the house, which would be the place where the kitten would stay. There we spread cat towers, footrests, scrapers, litter box and everything the cat could need to have a happy life.
When we arrived at the shelter, I carefully observed each cat present in the place and chose a black kitten that was meowing a lot. I think he wanted to get my attention and he did it. The kitten was full of energy and I believed it would be simple to take care of him. However, I was completely wrong.
The kitten was extremely smart and managed to escape the room prepared for him at all times. We couldn't keep him there, because he found a way to escape. Although this is a very funny situation, we tried to seal all the ways out and were overcome by fatigue. Our last attempt was to reduce the empty space under the door. We thought that my father would complain too much about the situation and that the cat would not be able to conquer him, but we were wrong again. My dad, who had no fondness for cats, was completely blown away by our kitten's cleverness, we thought he wouldn't allow the cat to stay in the house, but yet he did it.
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Hi. I'm Amanda Princeton. This is the story about the day I was framed for the murder of Mr. Parker.
It happened on the snowiest night in January. I was all alone in my house, sipping hot cocoa as I watch the snowfall just outside my window. I heard a weird noise from outside and noticed the mean old man, Mr. Parker, sinking in the snow. I chuckled to myself, the snow was only six inches deep. He must have tripped or something. I continue watching him struggle to get up from the ground, but then a hand as black as night grabbed him and pulled him completely under the snow. I jumped out of my seat, startled at what I had just witnessed. Did Mr. Parker just... die? I rushed to my room and threw on my snow boots and coat. I quickly made my way to the front door, but I froze as I put my hand on the deadbolt. What if it gets me? I thought to myself. I finally talked myself up just enough to unlock the deadbolt. Next was the lock on the doorknob. I began to shake. If I unlock this door, whatever that's out there could possibly overpower me and get in. I shook my head. I'm not scared of anything! I reassured myself. I unlocked the door and turned the knob. As soon as I did, a strong wind pushed it open. The door swung open and knock me on the ground. It nearly knocked me unconscious! Everything seemed to be fuzzy as I began to get up. As soon as I was on my feet, another gust of wind pushed through the doorway, but this time, a dark figure had come with it. As soon as I laid eyes on it, I fell unconscious.
When I finally came to, I found myself at a police station in cuffs and in a cell. "Wh-what happened?" I stammered. One of the officers walked over to the cell, looking at me with disgust in his eyes. "Mr. Parker was found dead in your basement. We also found his blood all over your coat and on a doorknob. The doorknob was removed from the front door." I began to cry as he told me the story. "It wasn't me! Something was out there! It did it!" I pleaded. "Sure, we'll go with your little fantasy." the officer said as he walked away. I'm telling you this story from a mental asylum. If you ever see this... this thing, don't let it near you. Never, and I mean never, let it near you.
<u>This is the end of this recording. Please rewind the tape to the beginning. Thank you.</u>
"So... Amanda. It seems as if you've been framed for murder? A murder that didn't even happen," Mr. Parker grinned from ear to ear. The basement was dimly lit with the flickering flame of the candles set around an upside-down star. Mr. Parker put a knife to his hand. "Let's see if we can frame someone else."
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I believe the correct answer is A) It contrasts uniform society with Equality 7-2521’s vivid thoughts and feelings.
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<u>Even though Equality has adopted some social conventions of this collectivist society (such as using only "we" as a personal pronoun, without the individualist "I"), he still manages to retain the only part of himself that nobody can take away - his vivid thoughts, observation, and imagination.</u> Of course, he can only unveil those thoughts in his secret diary, but he hasn't lost them altogether.
The members of the Council, on the other hand, are silent, cold, and devoid of any observable emotions. Their language is laconic (concise, using a bare minimum of words without any speech ornaments such as imagery). It's as if all five of them are identical, with the only difference being the gender.
