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maybe it's because you added no context, let me check.
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I would need to read the story, please send me the tittle of the story
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It is Jared from Subway! My whole family is horrified. Jared is an awful person who has done horrible things. My grandmother steps back, shielding my little cousins from him. He is dangerous. That much we know. My aunt shrieks in mortal anguish, demanding answers from my uncle. "Why did you bring that monster into our home!?" she cries, as Jared stands, perfectly calmly, beside my uncle. "I don't know!" screams my uncle. My cousins are all huddled up, crying behind my grandmother, who is holding a long, thin fireplace poker at arms, her very stance threatening to skewer him through. Jared is still standing there, holding a Subway turkey sandwich as if he is not a monster. My grandfather is glaring at Jared, but he does not move. If he stands, he fears he will lunge at Jared. He hates Subway because he hates Jared, and he hates Jared because he is a monster. "He's not even allowed to be this close to children!" screams my aunt, coming very close to punching Jared in the mouth, but thinking better of it. "I'm calling the police" she whispers in a venomous voice, looking at Jared, the horrible, terrible monster that is Jared, as he takes a bite of his dry turkey sandwich. He looks around the room blankly. He seems bored. Of course he's bored, he's a monster. Grandma spit at his feet. "Everyone go to the table. Let's... Eat, and ignore him." Everyone sat, including Jared. Jared from Subway, with his dry Subway turkey sandwich. As the children were served, my Aunt glared daggers at my Uncle and Jared. How could he bring such a horrible person home? To spite her for the divorce? Is that why he brought a monster to Christmas dinner? That would be truly terrible. She watched as Jared took another bite of his dry turkey sandwich. Suddenly, Grandma stood up and slapped his sandwich out of his hand. "You're going to burn, you horrible, horrible man! You know what you did! You know how many innocent lives you have endangered with your horrible ways! Monster!" Her voice ascended in volume while she screamed. She walked a few feet away from him and began bawling. How could her son bring Jared? Why Jared from Subway? My uncle stood up. He shoved Jared out of the kitchen door. He locked it. Everyone began to cry. Jared from Subway was finally gone.
<span>You
can use the word "inventory" and "fluctuate" in one
sentence like this:
(1) When they looked at the inventory, they found that the sales fluctuated for
the past 3 months.
(2) I think that the company's rank will continue to fluctuate due to failure
of looking at the over-all inventory of its profits and losses.
(3) Their opinions about the issue are fluctuating and all are recorded along
with the inventory.
(4) No matter how much you analyze this year's profit, you can't stop the sales
from fluctuating. </span>
