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1. Verb : found .....helping :can be
2.Verb :authenticated ......helping:idk
4Verb.:scampered helping : across
5. devising, constantly
6.purchased, could
7. served, after-before
8. seek, must
9.do, after
10. have, been
11. seeing
12. soaping , before
The narrative's main character is a Kaleidoscope. A kaleidoscope is a colorful tube with smooth parts. glass. A translucent substance protects one end. On the opposite end, a small eyehole may be observed.
When you look through the kaleidoscope, you may discover patterns and colors arranged in a pattern that emerges from a center point. When you rotate a kaleidoscope, the colored glass pieces change randomly, altering the image.
It should be remembered that a character can exist as a thing.
<h3>What exactly is the function of a kaleidoscope?</h3>
A kaleidoscope is an optical toy that uses two mirrors at an angle to generate stunning pictures when the instrument's tube is spun. A kaleidoscope's patterns are employed in fashion design.
<h3>What inspired the invention of the kaleidoscope?</h3>
Sir David Brewster was a physical scientist who explored light characteristics and polarization optics.
He saw patterns and colors replicated and reformed into wonderful new configurations as he peered into the ends of two mirrors.
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I was on my way to work when my boss called me, his name was George. I was only 30 seconds late and he was already calling me to ask where I was. Of course, I was in front of the workplace. But, even so George was angered to know that I was even 30 secs late. I tried to explain that there was traffic but George did not believe me. He shouted and scorned at me till his face became a red color.
When he was over his yelling and scorning, he ordered me to go back to work. So, I did and I thought of the many ways I could try and sew my boss for bad management. However, I couldn’t because he hadn’t committed any crimes seen to the naked eye. Still, in my heart I had wished that he was as miserable as I was. Yet, I had to bury these feelings way down inside.
One day I just got used to it. I got used to the torture of working for George. I felt like a trapped Persephone in the world of the dead. Even though I was not in love with my employer; I entirely despised him, I did begin to see him as my savior. He got me a job even though I had absolutely no job experience. And, he was in his own ways kind yet he was like a man of two faces one in the front, the other in the back.
