o, once compound words are closed or hyphenated they are counted as one word. If the compound word is open, e.g., "post office," it is counted as two words.
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I Believe The Answer is C on sol .
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I hope this is correct !
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I wanna say 30 minutes or 60....umm i think it's 60
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Let's begin with the theme. What is the theme of this passage, exactly? Four people -- five if you include Dr. Heidegger -- are sitting around a circle bemoaning the fact that they have lost something not granted to anyone. They have lost their second youth. They have swallowed some water which gave them their youth only for a fleeting moment (it seems to them), and they mourn the passage of time that grants them no more youth that they had been living in for some short period.
The four felt that way. Only Dr. Heidegger seemed to have learned something that told him that he should be careful what he wished for: he might actually get it.
We have two themes then. We have 4 who wished for their youth back and we have one who didn't want any part of it. I think we have to cover both.
The best detail for those wanting it is the old woman who apparently got her youth back and she was incredibly beautiful. Now her hands are skinny and likely wrinkled. She puts those hands to her face and wishes herself to be dead because she despises the fact that she is old (and likely all her friends are dead and she is condemned to a life of weariness. I speculate, but is certainly unhappy about the aging process). She mourns that it is over so quickly. They all do. That's sentence 3.
Only Dr. Heidegger seems to understand that they got something they should never have received in the first place. The yellow sentence beginning with "Well I bemoan it not, ... " reflects his point view as well as anything. That's sentence 5.
I'm not sure what you're supposed to do as far as the story... I hope this is enough setting.
It was the first day of kindergarten. Posters of cute animals and giant, colorful letters of the alphabet decorated the walls. As the parents brought in their children, the laughter of the children almost drowned out quiet sniffles of the parents. A small boy let go of his mom’s hand, and his brand new shoes squeaked across the floor as he found the desk with his name carefully printed on a tag. The kindly teacher smiled and waited for last hugs and goodbyes before she began her first lesson.
