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I don't know what came over me. After weeks of seeing her be put on a pedestal for the most mundane of tasks, and knowing I was pushed off to the side, a form of jealousy ran over me. Through my veins and soul, like a forest-fire that wiped out anything and everything. I was both the fire, and the forest in that moment. There was no blood-shed, just a bit of yelling. I'd change it if I could, I'd change everything if I had that power.
If I were to give my past self a bit of advice, know that it's not her fault. It's nobody's fault, but with actions come consequences. Throughout this little writing assignment, I've come to the realization that sometimes things happen. Sometimes your rose-colored glasses over your own judgement shatter all along the floor in tiny shards.
Who's to blame? It depends what you mean. For my own emotions? Nobody, absolutely nobody is to blame for that. For what happened? Myself. That's okay, though. The fire in my soul has died down into ash and dust, and the forest-fire is long-gone.
Explanation:
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I want to work in the medical field and that's all there is to it. No man, no marriage, no kids, and lots of dogs.
Answer:
The discovery may have been <u>accidental</u>.
Explanation:
The group of sailors were simply trying to cook food over fire, not create glass.
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3-3=0
Explanation:
If you have 3 poptarts, and you eat all of them, you have 0 poptarts
It is a persuasion. As his use of tone suggests that he wants to convince his target audience to think about his opinions by stating facts which are true and cause us to reflect and do the right thing.
