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There were four people in the study. First, there was Doctor Pax who chewed a mint toffee as he relaxed in his chair. With his feet raised on the coffee table, Mosaic doodled on a piece of scrap paper. On the window seat, Matron fed Ramson a bottle of milk. And last, there was Shrieve who had his eyes closed; not in sleep, but deep in thought. The same questions kept repeating in their minds. Why had Mr Jewel snooped around their house? Moreover, what did he want with Boffin and Kipp? Even with their

from her oh-so-interesting read, the curly-haired girl slid the requested item across the table. Connie gave her friend a look which Marlene did not pay enough attention to receive. Connie huffed and began to apply a more than generous layer of marmalade to her toast. “Y'know, I really don't see how you weren't sorted into Ravenclaw.” Marlene laughed and gently shut her book, lying it upon the wood table. “Oh? And I really don't see how it's been five years and you still don't understand that

working. Drinking a Pepsi can make your life simply better; it makes you forget about your problems. Even if you are not on the beach, you can pull out a chain in your back door porch, pull out your bucket of Pepsi with a bunch of ice. Get a little table, set it on the side of your chair, turn your Pandora on and put your life in pause and enjoy the hot sunny afternoon as if you were out on the beach with your friend. It can’t get better than that can

This week, families across our state are unboxing their Thanksgiving décor, choosing table cloths, and deciding who is going to be responsible for what dish next Thursday. It’s that time of the year when we come together, forget our family drama for at least a week and get in the holiday spirit. Unfortunately, this holiday season comes with a different taste to many. Hundreds of Iowan families and I will share our Thanksgiving meal with uncertainty, anxiety and fear. The lives of hundreds of families

Students Name: Marsil Hana 1. Describe the terms Data, Information, and Knowledge and how they are related to each other. Data: is a collection of facts and studies, it can be thought of as a description of the world. For example, when I say I have brown hair, hazel eyes and live in Chicago, those are all data. Information: information is much more refined data, because it evolved to the point where it can be useful and helpful to study a certain case or form of analysis. Knowledge: it is basically

you're simply curious to see why they've been called the future of workstations. Either way, we're certain that you'll be surprised by the insane amount of sit-stand desk designs out on the market today. From nifty types that you simply mount on a table to compact designs that afford you impressive mobility, there are various kinds of stand desks you can choose from. With so many choices up for grabs, it can be nothing short of tough to determine which one best suits your corporate space. But whether

“Up, left, up, down, right, left. Desmond, come meet me, everyone else, keep practicing,” boomed Sir Chester. Desmond dropped his wooden practice sword onto the dirt floor of the apprentice training ground. He wasn’t aware of anything he’d done wrong. He would have bet his life that he was doing standard practice. “Desmond,” droned Chester, seemingly displeased. “Yes, sir,” Desmond replied, voice wavering. “I’ve seen you practicing over the month, and you seem to have a-” he stopped there. “I

Arthur knocked on the door three times, as Mithian had requested in her note. He waited. Chapter Five – I Like You “It’s open,” called out Mithian. Arthur took two deep breaths, praying that would help him feel a little less dizzy, and he entered the chamber. Before daring to look at Mithian, he asked, “Shall I bolt the door?” “Yes, please,” she answered, a smile in her voice. The king sealed and bolted the door, then looked up. Mithian sat well across the room at her vanity. She had a large

Laughter bubbled out of her as she pushed him away, just in time for two pints of mead to be slammed onto the table by a tall, lanky woman with unkempt black braids pinned haphazardly to the top of her head. “You must be the stowaway.” She greeted Evangeline sliding a pint toward her, half of it spilled on the table. She slid Trevor’s to him as he tried to conceal his laughter. “Aye Evangeline, this is Madame Laurent. She and her husband are the owners of tis fine establishment and the ones who are

Devine Lord Micah sat alone in his home, studiously sipping his hot tea, his eyes staring at a cluttered table by the fireplace. He takes another sip, setting down his cup, and rose from his chair. He saunters to the table, bundling the scattered papers together, and places them on a shelf containing clear jars with different colored liquids, tin cups filled with an assortment of herbs, and multiple metal objects from daggers to chains. He steps back from the shelf, looking around the spacious room