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Answer: There was a boy and he lived with his parents one day his father had died mysteriously but no one knew why the boy was only little when he got older he wanted to find out why his father died so mysteriously so one day he asked his mother why his father died but she walked away he knew something was up so he decided to investigate he went through some old picture he had of him but he could not find anything then he heard a knock on the door and his mother answered the door and it was the cops that were at the door and they went to arrest his mother he asked why and no one replyed so he went to visit the prision his mother was put in and she told him that she did something bad and then she explained how she killed his father and he was shooked and she said it was because he had cheated and he said you took everthing from me my childhood and everything because he cheated the boy was mad and never talked to her again
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C) The burglars were politics related. I didn't read the article, but this is probably most related to Nixon's Watergate scandal.
A is incorrect because they are anti-communist, so wouldn't support Cuba.
B is a logical fallacy and completely unrelated to the article.
D is wrong for obvious reasons: teamwork isn't the main idea of the article.
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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. <em>What if it gets me?</em> 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. <em>I'm not scared of anything!</em> 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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