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I think D makes the most sense.
Answer:
The word choice helps develop the poem because shes is explaining something if u closely listen she/ he is talking about a voice that is telling people about a life time and about love and everything else.She also describes voice and love in the story and other people's voices so that they can be herd because most people aren't herd and she wants people to be herd so that people know who and what there voices mean and what they are She says that those are the voices or 3 or 2 people who need to be herd sometimes.
Explanation:
Answer:
D. In the first instance, it means "to enter without permission," and in the second instance, it means "to make softer through use."
Explanation:
Meryl banged on the door, and before Kinsley could grant her permission or bar her from entering, she was breaking in
and flopping onto her bed.
Here are the answers: r<span>esponse to distress, adaptation to an environment, and inherited survival characteristics.
Basically, natural selection was proposed by Charles Darwin, the Father of Evolution. Natural selection is the process on how an organism adapts to its environment in order to survive and reproduce. Organisms tend to evolve in order to response to certain stimulus and stressors in their environment in order to better adapt and as they evolve, the traits they possess becomes inherited by their offsprings.</span>
Answer and Explanation:
The chest looked ancient - I would have guessed some good hundred years. There wasn't much to it; no golden adornments of any kind. Its wood was dark, damp, and splintered, as if it were telling the story of every storm, every high tide, every humid summer it had survived. There was a sort of metal strap around it, with rusty little hollowed handles that closed side by side to allow the padlock to lock. The padlock itself was rusty and rustic, with a huge black emptiness in its center waiting for a key - the majestic old key I now had in my hands. I felt as if electricity were running through my veins instead of my own red blood, as if my brain could no longer contain any thoughts other than the curious urge to open that chest. I did it carefully, afraid to hurt my hands with the rusty iron and the splinters. Inside, there was nothing but a necklace. My heart thumped strongly, I would have heard its beating in a vacuum. I had found it, the golden necklace everyone believed to be a myth. I held it in my hands, triumphantly.
Note: Your question does not give much context about how or why those objects would be found. So I just made up some sort of story around it. Feel free to change anything!
