^ Socratic definitely will help.
The only one I can see is roar.
<span>Buck knows the team cannot depend on these people for they do their work inefficiently and crudely. They are barely traveling ten miles a day, and it is inevitable they will run short on dog food. When this occurs, underfeeding commences. One by one dogs are dying, first Dub whose injured shoulder grows worse and worse, than almost all of the new dogs. The men curse, and Mercedes cries. They lack patience and constantly argue with one another. Charles and Hal constantly fight over who does more work, Mercedes flightily changing her allegiance from husband to brother and back again. All too often the three began to quarrel before the camp was pitched, and it would remain unpitched until the quarrel had ended.</span>
Wine is made from grapes.
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Answer:
Don't worry! I'll write a starter for you and you can continue.
Explanation:
I vividly remember rushing home on my bike. The storm was getting worse, I could only see clearly for at least 20 feet. I sped up, due to the loud sounds of the storm behind me. It felt weird, ya know, to be riding a bike during this horrible storm. I would usually be riding home with my best friend Donovan, but being the nut he is he's stuck in detention. I sped up on my bike, ready to take a sharp left turn, but as soon as I did my bike slid. I didn't scream, not until a saw a strike of lightning hit my bike. And as you and I know, electricity can pass through metal very easily, so I screamed out of pain as the electricity passed throughout my body. It wasn't for long, but I flopped onto the ground as I let out a shaky sigh. Suddenly, a pair of lights appeared on my face, it was a car- heading straight my way. I couldn't move, so out of fear and shock, I put my hand up and screamed "STOP!". I shut my eyes tight, so tight it was beginning to hurt, but soon it felt like everything in me was being collected in one spot. The center, and before I knew it, everything blasted out, and I heard a huge crash. Opening one of my eyes out of curiosity, I can't express the emotion I felt when I saw the car on it's side, some feet away from me. I opened my other eye, and I was so confused, it was scary. Despite the pain, I picked up my bike and ran on the sidewalk with it, before hopping on and riding away. I could hear the man in the car calling "Hey kid- kid? Are you alright? What happened?" I shut my eyes and rid faster, all the way home.
