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Madrid the capital of Spain is famous for bull fights.
Answer:
The correct answer is B)
Explanation:
In the 7th paragraph, the writer makes the statement "There was a great deal of fussing to be done before Mr. Summers declared the lottery open."
Fussing here is ironic because in the second sentence of that paragraph, they were going to make up lists of people family heads, and family members, who were supposed to partake in the lottery.
Going by the rules of a lottery, names ought not to be made up. But to be collated as -s from the list of those who ought to partake in it. Going the normal route would have been the actually fussing. But they decided to take a shortcut.
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1) The car, which took Miah months of saving money to buy, is parked in the garage.
2)The bicycle that Kameron has had since he was ten years old is still in great shape.
4) Sierra met the boy whose parents had recently opened the restaurant doors across the street.
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This place is meaningful to me because it is part of the county I loved, is part of the county where I grew up and is part of my childhood. This place is in the country in an old region named Appalachia, a small piece of the Appalachian Mountains, in a town named Pikeville.
Pikeville is a polluted town because of the coal industry. People live in apartment or condominium buildings because of its little space available. I grew up in one of the many buildings in Pikeville admiring from my bedroom window the beauty of the mountains, always exploring with my eyes the forest or the meadows, looking for a clean and quiet place. And, I found one on a hill in the back of the town. It is about 100 feet square, it has seven old trees, wild flowers and a lot of bugs and ants during summer time.
I used to go there to sit down on a rock and watch the town and my trees. There was a very old tree, a maple tree, with a huge trunk. The others were smaller, three in the back, three on my left side and the old maple tree on my right. There were flowers, many kinds, white, yellow, purple and blue. It was nobody's place. Nobody owned that hill, but it was beautiful and peaceful and I dreamed many times about a white house over there.
I used to go there to be alone or to dream with my eyes open admiring the blue sky or the clouds. I liked to go there to lay down on the grass, listen to the wind, kiss the flowers and watch the leaves moving.
