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18 points so for my assignment there need to be like conflict and stuff but i don't know where i am going with this. can somebody me out? and it needs to be turned in by 12.ring ring, ring ring… “dr. watson, hi. i have run out of blueberries at my berry shop! may you pick some up on your way here? remember, not the ones by the big pine. the ones by the creek.” “of course, sherlock! i’m on my way right now. see you soon! ” said dr. watson. beep. dr. watson always wants to impress sherlock so he made sure to leave right away to have enough time to pick through all the berries and find the best ones. it was about a 4-hour walk from dr. watson’s cottage to the berry shop, so he made sure not get distracted. about 2 hours into his walk, he started approaching the berries. however, these were the ones by the big pine that did not look very appetizing. the blueberries were so small, you could taste the sourness through your teeth. most of them weren’t even ripe yet. straight green. dr. watson turned away with his sour face and headed toward the creek. there, he saw the most beautiful berries. plump and juicy, dark blue, and so big, you could almost compare them to some grapes! as dr. watson went to pick the first berry, sherlock called. “hi! just checking in. how is it going? we have a few people who put in orders for blueberries. they will be picking them up tomorrow morning and we still need to get the blueberries through the sanitizing process.” “yes, i am going as fast as i can. i will be there soon! ”

Ajourney with my father adapted from my reminiscences by sir rabindranath tagore probably in order to teach me to be careful, my father placed a little small change in my charge and required me to keep an account of it. he also entrusted me with the duty of winding his valuable gold watch for him. he overlooked the risk of damage in his desire to train me to a sense of responsibility. when we went out together for our morning walk, he would ask me to give alms to any beggars we came across. but i never could render him a proper account at the end of it. one day, my balance was larger than the account warranted. "i really must make you my cashier," observed my father. "money seems to have a way of growing in your hands! " that watch of his i wound up with such indefatigable1 zeal that it had very soon to be sent to the watchmaker's in calcutta. i am reminded of the time when, later in life, i was appointed to manage the estate and had to lay before my father, owing to his failing eyesight, a statement of accounts on the second or third of every month. i had first to read out the totals under each head, and if he had any doubts on any point, he would ask for the details. if i made any attempt to slur over or keep out of sight any item which i feared he would not like, it was sure to come out. so, these first few days of the month were very anxious ones for me. as i have said, my father had the habit of keeping everything clearly before his mind—whether figures of accounts, or ceremonial arrangements, or additions or alterations to property. he had never seen the new assembly hall built at bolpur, and yet, he was familiar with every detail of it from questioning those who came to see him after a visit to bolpur. he had an extraordinary memory, and when once he got hold of a fact, it never escaped him. my father asked me to copy the favourite verses, with their translation, from the book he liked reading every day. at home, i had been a boy of no account. here, when these important functions were entrusted to me, i felt the glory of the situation. 1. tireless 7 how does the narrator support the idea that his father keeps everything clearly before his mind? a. by giving the example of his father's response when his account did not tally with the money that he had in hand b. by mentioning that his father was interested in everything that happened around him c. by giving the example of his father knowing every detail of the new assembly hall at bolpur d. by mentioning that his father had marked his favorite verses from his favorite book

In hard times by charles dickens, the scene in which the characters discuss the depiction of horses on wallpaper and flowers on carpets is the author’s way of showing the absurdity of