Respect. she is respecting rhabi's opinions even though luanna does not agree with them.
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Answer:
The safest option to not freak out Cheryl's daughter would be to let her see her mom leave. Option C.
Option A would not help with her daughter's anxiety other than putting off trying to get rid of her anxiety.
Option B would leave her daughter feeling abandoned and could worsen her anxiety.
Option D would do the same as B.
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False, because drinking and driving is for 1 illegal, drinking and driving can end up getting you and most likely other people hurt, and also drinking hurts the body in many ways and increases the risk of many sicknesses. If you are experincing stress or whatever it may be, talk to someone, do somthing you enjoy. Harmful substances are never the answer to any problom what so ever.
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“Hi, Puppy. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” I gave her head a pat, remembering the same look in my old dog, Ren’s eyes. He had the same innocent eyes. Such a sweetheart... Her big brown eyes looked at me, as if to say; I know. I love you already. But, they said something else, too. They said; I have been hurt by your kind. Should I accept you? I knew that she was a rescue dog. I advanced slowly toward her, getting one inch closer at a time. I crawled over to her bed and began rubbing her silky ears. When she put her belly toward me, I realized that she was completely bald there. A few spots had little fuzzy hair, but other than that, her peachy skin showed through. I got close to her ear and whispered; “I love you. I will never hurt you. Soon, I will get you a new collar, and a new ID tag telling others, that you are my<span> dog. Forever.”
I took this out of my 6th-grade writing. I hope it works!
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