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was it easy for youto draw the faces
do you feel these feeling too
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was it easy for you to accomplish the activity or not why
was
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making it easy for you
higashimatsuyama
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was it easy for you to differentiate rights responsibilities
was it easy for you to differentiate rights from responsibilities?
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i just made it easy for you
ginagawang madali para sa iyo
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was it easy or difficult ? why?
was it easy or difficult? why?
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thank you for making it easy for me
salamat kasi pinagaan mo loob ko
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was it easy to translate your idea into drawing
into drawing it was to trans late my idea into drawing because
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was. it easy to translate you idea into drawing
was. it easy to translate you idea into drawing
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was it easy for you to describe your feelings on given dituation ?why?
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is it easy for you to think of your future career?
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it’s easy to feel helpless in the face of something so overwhelming
madaling makaramdam na walang magawa sa harap ng isang bagay na napakalaki, lalo na kung nararamdaman na wala ito sa aming kontrol. ngunit alamin na hindi ka nag-iisa dito. alamin na sa pamamagitan ng pananatili sa bahay, sa pamamagitan ng pananatili at pag-iwas sa pakikipag-ugnay, ikaw ay isang mahalagang bahagi ng pagpapagaling sa mundo. bahagi ka ng pag-asang kailangan ng mundong ito.
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it's easy for someone to joke about scars if they ve never been cut
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i know .... it's easy for you to get pissed off .... it's funny
wala akong pakialam kung magagalit ka
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lots of airlines and package holidays are making it easy for you by waiving cancellation and change fees.
ginagawa itong madali para sa iyo ng maraming airline at pakete ng bakasyon sa pamamagitan ng pagsaisantabi ng bayad sa pagkansela at pagbabago.
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what english when all of you don't give up because it's easy for us to be unfortunate with love
anong english nang tanan kamu wala gin pallanga kay ga dali kano amo na malas kmu sa pag ibig
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ergonomics is a holistic term that primarily refers to the overall process of arrangging a workplace system, and equipment in a way that makes it easy for people to use them.in many ways, ergonomics can be defined as the study of people who operate in a work environment
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it's easy for you to say let me go. because it's easy for you to let people go. you just proved that you can forget me so quickly.
na wala man lang konting pagpigil sa akin para maramdaman ko man lang na mahalaga rin ako sayo
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it's easy for viewers to engage in real consumption when watching live webcasts due to the advertisement effect. it also considers how social influence theories and online market strategies shape the purchasing behavior of students using tiktok videos as well as commercials, and ads.
c/ang mga mag - aaral sa unibersidad ay hindi na nasiyahan sa pagkonsumo para sa basehan ng pamumuhay; sa halip, naghahanap sila ng isang kilalang sagisag pati na rin ang grupong kaakibat sa personal na oryentasyon ng halaga. sa tulong ng mga bagong platform ng media tulad ng mga video, mga larawan atbp, ginagamit ng anchor ang wika, mga teksto at iba pang paraan upang magpadala ng impormasyon tungkol sa mga detalye ng buhay upang lumikha ng kahulugan ng eksena para sa madla at masiyahan ang kanilang pag - usisa. barrage ay magagamit din para sa mga mag - aaral sa unibersidad sa panahon ng panonood at sa pamamagitan ng
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"the story of an hour" kate chopin (1894) knowing that mrs. mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death. it was her sister josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. her husband's friend richards was there, too, near her. it was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with brently mallard's name leading the list of "killed." he had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message. she did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance. she wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms. when the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. she would have no one follow her. there stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul. she could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. the delicious breath of rain was in the air. in the street below a peddler was crying his wares. the notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves. there were patches of blue sky showing here and there through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other in the west facing her window. she sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its dreams. she was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength. but now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky. it was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thought. there was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. what was it? she did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. but she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching toward her through the sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air. now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously. she was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. when she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. she said it over and over under hte breath: "free, free, free!" the vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. they stayed keen and bright. her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body. she did not stop to ask if it were or were not a monstrous joy that held her. a clear and exalted perception enabled her to dismiss the suggestion as trivial. she knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked save with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead. but she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely. and she opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome. there would be no one to live for during those coming years; she would live for herself. there would be no powerful will bending hers in that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow-creature. a kind intention or a cruel intention made the act seem no less a crime as she looked upon it in that brief moment of illumination. and yet she had loved him--sometimes. often she had not. what did it matter! what could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in the face of this possession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being! "free! body and soul free!" she kept whispering. josephine was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to the keyhold, imploring for admission. "louise, open the door! i beg; open the door--you will make yourself ill. what are you doing, louise? for heaven's sake open the door." "go away. i am not making myself ill." no; she was drinking in a very elixir of life through that open window. her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her. spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own. she breathed a quick prayer that life might be long. it was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might be long. she arose at length and opened the door to her sister's importunities. there was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she carried herself unwittingly like a goddess of victory. she clasped her sister's waist, and together they descended the stairs. richards stood waiting for them at the bottom. some one was opening the front door with a latchkey. it was brently mallard who entered, a little travel-stained, composedly carrying his grip-sack and umbrella. he had been far from the scene of the accident, and did not even know there had been one. he stood amazed at josephine's piercing cry; at richards' quick motion to screen him from the view of his wife. when the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease--of the joy that kills.
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