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My favourite person is my dad . He is my super hero . I love him so much.
Once upon a time there was a little boy named Charles that lived in Alaska. This boy had lots of friends there and he thought that Alaska was the best place in the world.
One day, Charles and his family had to move, since his parents couldn't find a place to work. They moved to a horrible, but cheap house in North Dakota. Charles wanted to cry. He missed all of his friends, and he didn't like North Dakota.
One day, Charles had an idea to go back to Alaska. He decided that he was going to rob a bank that night so he could recuperate the money to return to Alaska.
That night, Charles was starting his plan. When he got to the gates of the bank, he was prepared to shoot everywhere and kill many people. But after the first shoot to nowhere, three security guards caught him, and when Charles wanted to shoot them too, he realized that he didn't have any bullets left. So, the security guards shot Charles 1,000 times and he died horribly.
Never be too greedy. If you are you may have to pay back for it.
The correct answers are: Helmer knows that there is a piece of mail from Krogstad in the box. Nora looks at her watch and tells herself she has 31 hours to live. Helmer thinks that Nora is nervous and dismisses her pleas about the mail.
Indeed, the text is both very explicit and implicit. Helmer’s character explicitly declares that he thinks a letter from Krogstad is inside his locked mailbox. Nora is very explicit about having only 31 hours to live since Helmer will discover the latter and she will take her own life due to that.
The implicit part is that Helmer, who is a very condescending chauvinist, does not take her nervousness seriously and treats her as a child that is going through one of her phases. He will read the letter whenever he wants and the only way Nora is able to keep him from doing that is to keep him busy with her until the deadline arrives.
Loss of individualism. If everyone is the same, everything is the same day after day in a cubicle with no windows or distinct decor differing from one room to the next, there is no individuality
