Each day began the same for shonda. day after day for six months, sam would call with new information. slowly details emerged. a robbery. an elderly woman was hurt. ricky said he saw it happen but didn't participate: sam was the perpetrator. a lawyer was hired. court dates were set. court dates were postponed. in this portion of the narrative, the author misses an opportunity to develop sam's character by describing his actions during this period in the story. rewrite this section of the story to better develop sam as a complex character.

Each day began the same for Shonda. Day after day for six months, Sam would spend his phone minutes in the jail, calling Shonda with new information. The details he spoke would change slightly from day to day. It's obvious that Sam wasn't being completely honest with Shonda. However slowly, through all the little pieces of information she gathered from Sam she was able to discover that there was a robbery. A robbery in which a frail elderly woman was injured. Ricky saw it happen but did not participate. Sam was the perpetrator, the convict of the heinous crime. A lawyer was hired while court dates were set. However following Sam's reluctance and unpredictability, court dates were postponed

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serve the people! ,” smoothly translated by julia lovell, offers an initial sample of yan lianke’s writing to an english-speaking audience. a bluntly drawn, mildly erotic fable, it teases mao zedong by poking fun at a true believer who obeys the chairman’s precepts too literally. to a western sensibility, the broad strokes of yan lianke’s humor would seem to pose little risk of inciting rebellion, whether of the flesh or of the body politic. but then, part of the book’s attraction is that it doesn’t have a western sensibility. it lets the reader see — or rather, intuit — what jokes chinese officials don’t consider funny, and how very little it takes for a writer to be branded an incendiary in 21st-century china, more than three decades after the death of mao, a decade after the death of deng xiaoping and seven years since china entered the world trade organization, a move that would seem to signal a willingness (however wary) to mingle with the rest of the world.

waves come crashing to grey sullen shores.

powerful and strong, it breathes and roars.

cascading and caressing each grain of sand,

a warm embrace between sea and land.

high above, a seagull soars high.

wings of purity it spreads to fly.

battling high against darkened cloud,

in a wind that blows fiercely, flying graceful and proud.

beneath, the sand is soft and warm.

sculpted by nature, it's weathered the storm.

a passionate battle between calmness and rage,

a new chapter's beginning; don't turn the last page.

i listen again to the whispering waves,

music of nature calming and brave.

its power unknown, its stillness untamed,

mysterious and magical, a treasure earth claims.

plz mark brainliest

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