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One night, A building caught on fire. The people in the building said "Help! Help! Save us!" Some of the locals grabbed a hose, But it was too late the fire had gone bigger. Now the fire department had to get involved, They grabbed a fire extinguisher to save the people inside. Thankfully they all took the fire out, One of the people that was inside of the building said "Thank you! How can we ever repay you?" And the fire fighter said "You don't need to just next time be careful." The end.
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The answer is keeping the island of Laputa hovering over rebellious Balnibarbians.
Its number one bc i am reading that story right now!! ....lol... isn't that funny? ...lol
The correct answer is letter C. She is the person whom he had found sleeping in the library.
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A. The musical group whom won the top prize are from my hometown (WRONG) Because of the word 'whom' which supposedly 'who'
</span><span>B. That author is the one who I saw at the bookstore today. (WRONG) Whom instead of who
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D. Against who did you think you would compete in the contest? (WRONG) It should be whom instead of who
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The sand is softly golden with just the right comforting warmth. To rest on the beach feels like a cosy hug, one only matched by the sunshine filled sky. Tom stretches out both arms and legs to look like a boy-starfish, his grin growing slowly into a broad smile. The only marker of time today is the sun above, the moments savoured by the waves that wash the sands in white lace.
With browning legs curled under, dusted with sand like flour on bread, I sit close to the lapping waves. They feel warm and cool, like tea that's been forgotten and returned to. My fingers wiggle in the water, in these lips of the ocean as she sings. In this place I will remain until the tide is lower, scooping the sand that runs like cold lava through my star-fish fingers and onto the dry beach. With each handful I twist my body as if dancing in a chair, gazing at the falling sand. Below it rises a drip-castle, a sandcastle that looks for all the world like a melted candle. By sunset there will be a long skinny line of them following the ocean as she chases the moon.
