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he eats poop istead of jiren he sad cuz his dad killed hes mom with a spoon
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The clouds stretched across the sky and they looked so fake yet somehow they were real. That day, I wasn't feeling anything in particular perhaps, I was having mood swings. The darkness tends to cause some sort of sadness within myself and today there was no sun. No sun, just clouds that stretched all the way to China and back. They made me feel like a little person but I remembered that, <em>it's a small world</em>. Nobody was thinking of me at that moment yet I wasn't thinking about anyone either. I felt common, not rare, just common. It seemed that nothing I could do would ever make a change in this world we call home. A song was replaying in my head the lyrics waning in crescendo, "Roses are red, violets are blue, my heart is dead, i'm such a fool." What more could I need to feel so lost within my thoughts than being alone with them. I looked up at the roof which extended far, almost too far reminding me of why I chose to live in a mansion. Well, actually I'm not sure why I chose to live in a mansion by myself. As I thought to myself, I only conjured sad thoughts. I felt like crying but only then I would be feeling bad for myself. <em>Rich people aren't supposed to be sad? Not like this aren't they? </em>I wanted to believe that, be like them, everybody else but it was something that I couldn't be. Rich was just a word but It can't describe how I felt. It just described who I was in an aspect of wealth. All alone, I sat in my chair rocking back and forth looking through the isolated and strangely large circular window. Clouds among clouds among more clouds stretching a seemingly endless route. I wish I was up there so I could feel the weightlessness that I so longlessly dreamed about. The weightlessness that brought no sadness, stress, or struggles. Down here I was merely a weight on the world, being of no use to anyone or anything, maybe even a diamond in the rough but if my uniqueness showed then maybe I would actually have potential. Still, that sounded very unlikely. I couldn't honor my myself but the weightlessness of the clouds could. Above those clouds only then would I see the sun once again. How happy would I be? Eternally happy. Only the clouds could make me happy because they looked so fake yet they were real<em> just like myself. </em>
I think Macbeth is more anxious about murdering King Duncan. He becomes paranoid in the moments leading up to him killing the King, such as hearing spirits saying that he has "murdered sleep" and cannot speak the name of God. He hallucinates a dagger, as well and is only really able to produce enough courage to kill King Duncan when Lady Macbeth pressures him into doing it, calling him cowardly.
Lady Macbeth also says to Macbeth that if he is too scared to kill Duncan, she will do it herself. Shakespeare writes Lady Macbeth as a ruthless character, and she doesn't show much anxiety over killing Duncan.
First you should convert the feet into inches just because that should make it easier on yourself.
So 12 feet= 144 inches
If Angie has to cut the pieces in 5 inches each
you should do 144 divided by 5 to get your answer which should be
28-5 inch pieces with 4 inches of string left over.
