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Character-driven stories can deal with inner transformation or the relationships between the characters. Whereas plot-driven stories focus on a set of choices that a character must make, a character-driven story focuses on how the character arrives at a particular choice.
Explanation:
Answer:
smash bugs
Explanation:
pick up a book and smash it
The correct answer to this open question is the following.
Unfortunately, you forgot to include the name of "those countries" that receive the waste from the United States. Without the names, we are limited to fully answer.
However, trying to help you we can comment on general terms based on our knowledge of this topic.
Many times the waste going to underdeveloped o poor countries instead of saying in the United States for recycling is because it is cheaper for the United States to send that waste abroad to those countries. Another reason is that environmental laws in the US are stricter than in other countries, so US industries have to invest more money to comply with United States environment regulations. So these industries prefer to pay to other recycling companies abroad.
In those other countries, legislation is not as strict as in the US or sometimes environmental legislation is non-existent. The problem is that in these countries people, civilians, suffer the consequences.
Heres a poem i had to write about my sister in a certain format- dont know how much it would help but here you go
Lydia Who by Ruby Theobald
(with help from Sandra Cisneros)
Lydia who sings like liquid gold
and writes an Ode to Earth
who is life and laughter in a bottle
who is wise beyond her years
whose hair is made of sunshine,is too tired to go to bed
who tells me in Spanish you can do it
who tells me there’s so much I need to understand
whose bright sunflower eyes sparkle
always wants to play
night and day
laughs with us about
how to say
was sick
is “Herman” and “Hermana-nucleosis”
is a bubble of joy and bliss
lives in my heart forever
is hiding in Argentina, for a while, at least
who talks to me inside my head
is the sun peeking through the trees
who walks down the leaf-covered street, up and down, up and down
is the gold of the sun that shines down on us
everyone loves her
who loves her who?
