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 The Two Boys and a Nut 
One day two boys were going along a road.They saw a nut on the ground . Both of them ran quickly to pick it up . One boy picked it up. The other boy said,"It is my nut because I was the first to see it .""It is mine ," said the boy who was holding it," because I was the first to pick up ."
Just then a tall boy came there . He said to the boys ,"Give me the nut . I'll settle your quarrel."
The tall boy took the nut . He cracked the nut and separated it's hard shell into two parts. He gave one part of the shell to one boy and said ,"This half is yours."
Then the tall boy popped the fruit-seed into his mouth and said ,"The remaining is mine for helping.
 
        
             
        
        
        
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A five-line poem written with one couplet and one triplet.
 
        
                    
             
        
        
        
The second one is correct. 
        
                    
             
        
        
        
Answer:Yes, it does mean you are biased. Since your opinion about something very strong, you want to believe towards that opinion. This will make more entitled to your opinion and make you stick with what you believe.
Explanation:
This is my answer and I don't know if it is correct
If this answer is ok please mark me as brainliest
 
        
             
        
        
        
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Read the excerpt from Common Sense, by Thomas Paine. "To talk of friendship with those in whom our reason forbids us to have faith, and our affections wounded through a thousand pores instruct us to detest, is madness and folly.
This is best summarized by the third statement. Although the first statement originally looks like the correct answer, if you pay attention to his wording, he says that they will not reconcile while they are fighting, and that their work will become undone by quarrels. The third statement is the most correct.Read the excerpt from Common Sense, by Thomas Paine. "To talk of friendship with those in whom our reason forbids us to have faith, and our affections wounded through a thousand pores instruct us to detest, is madness and folly.