Add Paragraph breaks to thgis text: The hazy afternoon saw the mercury hover at 85 degrees as thin clouds covered the sun. The neighbors' sprinklers sputtered. The air smelled of freshly mowed grass. A 737 flew overhead, accompanied by the distant sound of traffic. At that moment, the buzzer on the front door rang. "I'll get it!" Jon said. Jon's sister, Anna, entered. She liked the unique style found in the punk subculture, with girls wearing layered outfits. Their dyed blonde Mohawks featured a shaven undercut style on the back and sides, with long bangs hanging to one side. Anna's signature look included striking black lipstick and subtle yet stylish grey-green eyeliner. She was wearing tightly fitting leggings with tears and rips, following the popular trend of the moment. Her Doc Martens shoes featured eye-catching neon orange laces. "Hey Broth, long time, no see. The Air Force has got you so you can't call your sister now and then?" Anna said menacingly. "That's uncalled for, Anna. You wouldn't begrudge me a hug, would you?" Anna glared at Jon with mixed emotions. "If you must, suppose that's right!" "Bro, don't start any nonsense. You feel me?" Anna said. "I'm sorry, but that's not English; it's some abomination," I said. "Remember your education!" "You're right. Education is important. I do not want to conform to the conservative and traditional mindset of individuals within this household. I vehemently refuse to adhere to their ways. If you have a dislike towards it, I suggest you proceed to a location deemed unpleasant." Adding insult to injury, Anna shouted, "Let me be true to myself." "What is happening in this place? This is beyond my comprehension!" Jake said. The tension was palpable, and Jake noticed Anna seething with anger. Trying to diffuse the situation, he inquired, "Anna, can you please clarify your current actions?" Meanwhile, Jon received a call from Flight Sergeant James. "Hey," Jon answered. "I'm sorry to bother you at home, Sir, but I can't locate your report from the 12th," Flight Sergeant James said. Jon sighed, understanding that he would need to redo the report. "Yeah, I'll have to redo it. I've come across new information that makes it incomplete and not up to the required standards of factual accuracy or completeness. I'll make sure it's completed tonight... and you'll get it in the morning." "Sir, could you bring it in tonight? The base commander needs it as soon as possible," Flight Sergeant James asked. Jon hesitated for a moment, concern crossing his face. "I understand the urgency, but due to the nature of the information and the protocols surrounding it, I can't discuss this over an unsecured line. Nor can I share matters relating to national security with you," he replied, showing his commitment to security procedures. Interrupting the conversation, Jake said, "Excuse me, but the base commander really needs it urgently." Jon sighed and shook his head, gesturing in a regretful manner. "I apologize, but it's simply not possible. I cannot compromise national security or overlook the established protocols," Jon firmly stated. With that, Jon ended the call, emphasizing his commitment to security measures and the inability to fulfill the request immediately.