C, she was scared to tell him that she wanted to go with him. She was afraid of his answer.
Answer: to much reading for me to understand
Explanation:sorry
I'm a prisoner on the ground
With no one to stand around
People come and go
And I yell out with a moan
"Please help me
I need to be free"
But no one looks at me
For even one bit
Next thing I know
I start to get hit
I yell out loud
Out into the crowd
"Help me! Please!"
But they back away
And so I say,
"I don't have a disease!"
One moment later
The traitor comes out
And that's when I start to shout
"Traitor! Traitor! You betrayed me! Even when I was in need!"
But he just stayed still
And wouldn't move until
The guards push him away
And that's when he started to sway
Side to side he went
All the while looking content
I couldn't believe my eyes
Everything he told me were lies
I started to rise
To start to go
And wouldn't you know
He held me by the arm
Said, "I don't want to do you any harm."
The last thing I remembered
Was that he got dismembered.
I dont have a drawing but look up prisoner on ground with guards around
Loren, the new manager, is the <u><em>antithesis</em></u> of compassion; just yesterday, she fired two people because they were late to work once this week. Corporate headquarters, upset with declining sales, appointed Loren to replace a[n] <u><em>impotent</em></u> manager who had been spotted on the golf course during work hours one-too-many times. Loren's many changes and <u><em>emendation(s)</em></u><em> </em>to company guidelines caused a[n] <u><em>maelstrom</em></u> in both the warehouse and the salesroom. Employees faced evaluations and new instructions that drove many to resign; however, it was part of Loren's plan. The people who quit, she reasoned, were just <u><em>impediment</em></u> to meeting the expected monthly profit margin. Loren spent the first two weeks familiarizing herself with the <u><em>labyrinth</em></u> of shelves and palettes in the warehouse. Shreds of textiles littered parts of the packaging area; some were hefty snippets of wool, and others were <u><em>diaphanous</em></u> scraps of silk that hovered in the gust created by passing forklifts. She occasionally stopped to introduce herself to the workers, but she ceased her introductions after noticing the regular look of <u><em>chagrin</em></u> on workers' faces as they scrambled to look busy or stumbled over the proper responses to her questions. After the first round of resignations-and, firings, most of the workers were intimidated by Loren's <u><em>bestial</em></u> management techniques.
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