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Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Ah, Swoft, a term from the crossword, one of those intriguing linguistic morsels that reveal a cunning deceiver, skilled in weaving persuasive tales to captivate unsuspecting souls. Quite the conversation opener you had, brandishing that paper with feigned interest, pretending to peruse its contents while casually adding a few answers to the mix, yet betraying your disinterest in the puzzle's true unraveling by resorting to random letters. I must admit, you possess an innate talent for deceit, though regrettably, your intellect falls short in seeing it through to its full potential. And rest assured, I am not under the assumption that you are an agent of the law. But let us not dawdle any longer; our allotted time for this exchange nears its conclusion, I believe. Now, do tell, have the five minutes elapsed?

Swoft. It's one of your crossword answers. I believe it means lying manipulator who tells men anything they want to hear. You brought a prop as a conversation starter. Folded the paper to make it look read, filled in some answers, but you couldn't be bothered to work at it, so you just put in random letters. You have some natural talent as a liar, but not enough brains to see it through. I'm gonna assume you're not a cop. Are the five minutes up?

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Darling, isn't it simply fascinating how we, delicate creatures, lie between the grace of chimps and the grandeur of gorillas? Despite our intellect, our claims of devotion to higher virtues, and our artful creation of rules and laws, our primal instincts remain an overpowering force. Oh, how we yearn to tame our emotions, but alas, we find ourselves helpless in their clutches. When joy envelopes us, life's irritations seem to vanish like mist. Yet, when fate deals us a hand of challenging cards, the tiniest trifles become exasperatingly significant. But fear not, for I shall raise, and together, we shall face this delightful game of life with unwavering spirit.

We're smaller and better than chimps, bigger and worse than gorillas. For all our rationality, our supposed trust and fealty to a higher power, our ability to create a system of rules and laws; our baser drives are more powerful than any of that. We want to control our emotions, but we can't. If we're happy, things don't annoy us. If on the other hand, we're sitting on crappy hold cards, little tiny things annoy us a whole lot more. I raise.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Darling, my answer is a resolute 'no.' Yet, I possess an uncanny ability to glimpse into the past, where memories of my misdeeds linger. You, my dear, may attempt to believe in a transformation, hoping I have evolved. But truth be told, I remain unchanged, and my past actions will resurface once more. As you bear witness to my turbulent ways, you'll come to the realization that I am not the right choice for someone with a child. And inevitably, it will dawn on you that this entire venture was an unfortunate mistake. Please, tell me, can any of these revelations be disputed?

No. But I can see the past. And you're gonna remember all the horrible things I've done, and you're gonna try to convince yourself that I've changed. And I'm gonna start doing those horrible things again, because I haven't changed. Then you'll realize that I'm an insane choice for someone who has a kid. And from there, it's a short step to the inevitable conclusion that all of this was a mistake. Tell me any of that isn't true.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Let me tell you, I ain't always right. Sure, I got a knack for sizing folks up, reading 'em like an open book, but there are times when I miss the mark. Now, get ready, 'cause this here is gonna be one hell of a marathon job interview, stretchin' on like there's no tomorrow. I'm gonna push you to your limits, testin' you in ways that might make you holler unfair, even scandalous and downright unlawful. And you know what? Sometimes, you'll be damn right about that.nnTake a good look to your left, and then to your right. These next six weeks are gonna be a bloodbath, and only one of ya will be left standin' by the end. Twenty-eight souls gonna bite the dust. So, my friend, you better suit up, wear a cup, and brace yourself for the ride of your life. 'Cause in this game, there ain't no room for the faint of heart.

Sometimes, I am wrong. I have a gift for observation. For reading people in situations. But sometimes, I am wrong. This will be the longest job interview of your life. I will test you in ways that you will often consider unfair, demeaning and illegal. And you will often be right. Look to your left. Now look to your right. By the end of six weeks, one of you will be gone. As will twenty-eight more of you. Wear a cup.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: My aim is to persuade your superior into crafting the very letter I desire. Now, let's delve into the approach I have in mind. While I could put on a facade of sweetness and politeness, the path of pretending might lead to perilous consequences, even escalating to potential confrontations. Therefore, I have settled on a different course—a daring one that involves upending this entire ward. By making both your and your boss's tasks and existence quite unendurable, he shall pen whatever is necessary to bid me farewell.

My goal is to get your boss to write the letter that I want him to write. Now let’s talk process. I can smile through gritted teeth and play nice, but there are serious risks of violence involved in that choice so I’m going with turning this ward upside down, making you and your boss’ job and life so unmanageable that he’ll write whatever he has to write to get rid of me.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Oh, dearie me, that's not the fib we're concerned about. The real untruth lies in his apparent concern for his wife's feelings. If they both engage in some mischief, that's a different tale altogether. But if she's found solace elsewhere while he remains faithful, his acceptance can only stem from a secretive betrayal of his own, hoping to even the scales in his mind. And as for my lovely unicorn, oh, what a revelation! It turns out it's not a unicorn at all, but a cleverly disguised donkey, sporting a plunger stuck upon its face. My, oh my, what a whimsical surprise!

That's not the lie. The lie is that he gives a crap about how his wife feels. If they're both screwing around, that's one thing. But if she has a piece on the side and he doesn't, the only way he'd be okay with that is if he's betraying her in some other way that, in his mind, makes them even. My unicorn isn't a unicorn. It's a donkey with a plunger stuck to its face.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: My dear, have you pondered how our tale shall unfold? For a brief span, we may revel in happiness, perhaps a few weeks or months, but soon enough, my callous tongue or neglectful ways will emerge. Initially, you might brush it aside, dismissing it as merely House being House. Yet, with time, you shall yearn for something deeper, something beyond my reach to provide. I assure you, my past holds witness to such scenarios, and you know in your heart that I speak the truth.

How do you think this is gonna end? We'll be happy for what? A few weeks, few months; and then I'll say something insensitive, or I'll start ignoring you. And at first it'll be okay. It's just House being House. And then at some point, you will need something more. You'll need someone who can give you something I can't. You know I'm right. I've been there before.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Well, well, it's quite a fascinating tale, I must say. My notion is that her strong constitution managed to vanquish that pesky parasite, but alas, it failed to expel the shell, hidden from the prying scans. That microscopic troublemaker sparked an allergic reaction they call cerebellar schistosomiasis delayed hypersensitivity allergy, quite the mouthful indeed, or cusdehaaa for short. A risky and uncomfortable treatment, no doubt, but fear not, for it is entirely curable!

It's cool. My theory is that her body was able to kill off the parasite, but what it couldn't do was get rid of the shell, which doesn't show up on the scans. That little piece of microscopic garbage set off an allergic reaction called cerebellar schistosomiasis delayed hypersensitivity allergy, or cusdehaaa. Risky, unpleasant treatment, but completely curable.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Oh, the world would be grand, yes, it's true, If contentment were all we knew. But beware, for a perilous plight may brew, As we bask in our joys, old and new. For if we remain, oh so very pleased, Yet fail to strive, to flourish, to seize, Our happiness might come at a cost, As we find ourselves trapped, forever lost. Listen closely, my friend, I must implore, In this job, you're needed, I need you more! To soar and succeed, to rise above, And find worth, oh, like a soaring dove. If merely waking up brings joy to your heart, I fear, my dear, we'd be worlds apart. So let us strive, together, you and me, To create a world of dreams and glee!

Yeah, if we're all just satisfied with what we have, what a beautiful world it would be. We'd all slowly starve to death in our own filth, but at least we'd be happy. Listen, I need your self-worth to hang on this job. I need you kicking ass here to be all that lets you rise above being miserable, if waking up in the morning is enough, I don't need you.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Apologies, my friend, but truth be told, Adjectives aplenty, from arrogant to unhinged, unfold. And amongst them, you'll find one that fits me right, For a reason, I carry on, despite the fight. In the depths of agony, my days reside, On good ones, the pain's merely intolerable, but oh, on bad, it's quite the ride. It drains the life-force, you see, right out of me, But please don't think I've handled it perfectly. Indeed, I confess, I've stumbled along the way, Mistakes were made, and there's no denying what I say.

I'm sorry. You could throw a dart at all the adjectives between arrogant and unhinged and I'm sure you'd hit one that describes me. There's a reason I operate that way; I live in pain. Pain that on good days is merely intolerable and on bad ones will suck the life-force right out of you. Doesn't mean that I've handled this right, actually, I was wrong.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Darling, listen closely to this truth I share, Commitment to one woman, a love affair so rare. A wedding's beauty lies not just in that day's dance, But in the passion, the fire, the love's wild advance. To make your marriage matter, let your heart ignite, Embrace desire, with longing, you take flight. Not a muck-covered pig, but a lover bold and true, For in each moment, your devotion must renew.Be wanton, be wild, let your heart unfurl, In the journey of love, create a thrilling whirl. So cherish the days before, and after, my dear, With passion and fervor, your love story will sear.

You are going to commit to that one special woman forever. Which is beautiful. But if your commitment the day after the wedding is the same as your commitment the day before, then the wedding meant nothing. So, and I see no logical way around this, if you want your marriage to matter, you have to be a wanton, trolling, muck-covered pig the day before.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Folks are inclined to select routes that proffer the utmost dividends for minimal exertion. Such is the universal decree, yet you boldly contravened it. That's precisely why I sought your employment. You possessed the opportunity to wed into affluence, to grace the public eye as a model, to merely present yourself and receive generous offerings from all around. Abundant offerings, indeed. However, you chose otherwise. You elected to toil tirelessly, your impressive perseverance shining through.

People choose the paths that gain them the greatest rewards for the least amount of effort. That’s a law of nature, and you defied it. That’s why I hired you. You could have married rich, could have been a model, you could have just shown up and people would have given you stuff. Lots of stuff, but you didn’t, you worked your stunning little ass off.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: No, if we go down that route, she'll begin feigning an affection for things that genuinely displease her just to spare my feelings. That'll end up making her more miserable, and I wouldn't be to blame. So, naturally, I'll develop a grudge against her, but that wouldn't be her fault, which would lead her to harbor resentment for me. At the very least, my approach ensures I maintain my daily dose of iron till the ultimate conclusion. Is there a particular reason for you shadowing me?

No, then she'll start pretending to like things that she really doesn't just to make me feel better, which will make her feel even worse, which won't be my fault, so I'll resent her, and that won't be her fault, so she'll resent me. At least with my plan I get my one a day with iron till the bitter end. Is there a reason why you're following me?

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Oh, it doesn't matter. The crux of the matter is he laid bare all the crucial details we required to decipher his condition, that is, if we employ your high-tech PET scan as a device for detecting deceit. You see, concocting a lie is a rather imaginative process. Conversely, conveying the truth is a significantly less complicated process. Take a look here. The ninth question, this is where Mark provides a long, convoluted response about whisking Stacy away to Paris.

Whatever. Yeah, point is he told us everything we needed to know to diagnose him, that is if we use your fancy PET scan as a lie detector. See, it’s a very creative process, lying. Now, telling the truth is a much simpler process. See here. Question nine, this is where Mark gives a long, rambling answer about taking Stacy to Paris.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: That's indeed an intriguing query. It warrants a complex retort. Consider the placebo effect. People harbor faith in medical professionals, trust in diagnoses, and reliance on pharmaceuticals. On occasion, their condition might slightly improve merely because they anticipate it to. Such occurrences could mislead us into believing a mistaken conclusion to be accurate, which is exceedingly perilous.

That's a good question. It deserves a complicated answer. Placebo effect. People have confidence in doctors. They have confidence in diagnoses, confidence in medicine. Sometimes they get a little better just because they think they will. And that can make us think that the wrong answer is the right answer. Which is very bad.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: I've played the fool. I've allowed a debate to burrow itself into my psyche. The contention that if everyone resorts to falsehoods, then trust becomes not just baseless and futile, but a mere fiction. Yet trust isn't a discourse that can be triumphed or defeated. Perhaps I simply need to shelve my skepticism and embrace belief. It could be time for me to venture a leap of faith. My apologies. I promise not to deceive you again.

I've been an idiot. I got this argument stuck in my head. If everybody lies, then trust is not only unfounded and pointless, it's fictional. But trust is not an argument that can be won or lost. Maybe I just have to suspend my cynicism and believe. Maybe it's time I took a leap of faith. I'm sorry. I won't lie to you again.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: No, you didn't make the decision. It was made for you. And now, you're trapped here with a superior who's well aware that your aspirations lie elsewhere. That implies you've lost the drive to leave a positive impression on me, which in turn suggests you're no longer fueled to formulate great ideas. Unless my assumptions are misguided. Preserve the spirit of the cheerleader. Safeguard your universe. I'll take the reins from here.

No, you didn't. You had it decided for you. So now you're stuck here with a boss who knows that you want to be somewhere else. Which means you're no longer motivated to impress me, which means you're no longer motivated to come up with good ideas. Unless I'm wrong. Save the cheerleader. Save your world. I got it from here.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Hmm. I'd prefer to perceive my actions as well-intentioned. Only two potential outcomes exist for their rapport - they part ways, or they remain intertwined indefinitely. If it's the former, the quicker the separation occurs, the better for all involved. If it's the latter, my interference won't bear any consequence. In fact, if their relationship endures my meddling, it could potentially fortify their bond.

Ehhhhh. I think of it more as benevolent. There's only two possible outcomes for their relationship. They split, or they stay together forever. If it's split, then the sooner it happens the better for everyone. If it's stay, then my meddling won't matter. In fact, if they survive it, it might even make their bond stronger.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Causal determinism, indeed. We are innately programmed to seek explanations. The early man who investigated a mysterious rustle in the shrubbery survived longer than the man who carelessly dismissed it as mere wind. The quandary lies in our inclination, when unable to locate a logical explanation, to accept a ludicrous one. Ritual arises when rationality is depleted, a fallback for understanding when reason fails us.

Causal determinism. We are hardwired to need answers. The cave man who heard a rustle in the bushes checked out to see what it was lived longer than the guy who assumed it was just a breeze. The problem is, when we don't find a logical answer, we settle for a stupid one. Ritual is what happens when we run out of rational.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Such words echo the sentiments of a true arbitrator of societal norms. You see, those of slender build, born into privilege, with the benefit of a certain complexion, they sketch out this tidy circumference. Everyone within the circle is deemed ordinary, and anyone beyond its boundaries ought to be molded and modified until they fit within the confines of this circle. Should that fail, the outliers are pushed towards institutionalization or, even worse, they become the subjects of pitiful glances.

Spoken like a true circle queen. See skinny socially privileged white people get to draw this neat little circle, and everyone inside the circle is normal, anyone outside the circle should be broken and reset so they can be brought into the circle. Failing that, they should be institutionalized or worse, pitied.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: While my resolve may falter, my spinal column remains steadfast and robust. And now, devoid of discomfort, now that I've abandoned the crutch. Naturally, it presents more of a challenge to sneak peeks down Cuddy's blouse. However, it significantly enhances the view of her derrière. That's just my nature, though - I'm constantly seeking the silver lining. I am, after all, the man who described her assets as half full rather than half empty.

My will may be weak but my backbone is strong. And pain-free now that I've stopped using the cane. Of course it's harder to look down Cuddy's shirt. But then the vantage point on her ass is much improved. But then that's just me - always looking on the bright side. I'm the guy who said her c-cups are half full.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: We formulated a hypothesis: hemochromatosis. True to our scientific tenets, we tested that hypothesis, we confirmed it. Based on that validation, we proceeded with her treatment. As a consequence, she is teetering on the brink of demise. Is it solely my perception, or have we stumbled upon a discrepancy in this scientific approach? Guide me through the process, one meticulous step at a time.

We developed a theory: hemocromatosis. Like good scientists we tested that theory, we proved that theory. We acted based on that proof and we treated her. As a result of which, she is on the verge of death. Is it just me, or have we discovered a flaw in this scientific method? Walk me through it, step-by-step.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: I understand this might contradict all the lessons you've been taught, but the concepts of right and wrong are real. Just because you're unsure of the correct solution – perhaps there's even no feasible way for you to determine it – doesn't validate your response or even render it acceptable. It's far more straightforward than that. It's simply, unquestionably wrong.

I’m sure this goes against everything you’ve been taught, but right and wrong do exist. Just because you don’t know what the right answer is – maybe there’s even no way you could know what the right answer is – doesn’t make your answer right or even okay. It’s much simpler than that. It’s just plain wrong.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Ponder why her peculiar psychological quirks demand a diagnosis that's entirely steeped in personal remorse. Let's propose that we've been off the mark up until now. Let's entertain the thought, if only momentarily, that the world does not spin on the axis of Cuddy's rooftop. What if his illness predated his brush with gravitational forces? It's possible he simply didn't register any symptoms.

Why her weird psychopathology requires a diagnosis formed entirely by personal guilt. Let’s assume we’ve been wrong up until now. Let’s assume, just for one second, that the earth doesn’t revolve around Cuddy’s roof. What if he was sick before he had his run-in with gravity? He just didn’t notice anything.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: I aim to embolden them. Those three fools need to learn to venerate you. They ought to honor you, they should tremble before you, thus I must demean you, because if the team is intimidated by you, they will refrain from challenging you. If they abstain from questioning you, they will remain in ignorance, and if they fail to acquire any insights, they become ineffectual.

I want to empower them. Those three idiots need to respect you. They should respect you, they should be afraid of you, so I have to humiliate you, because if the team fears you, they won't question you. If they don't question you, they won't get any answers, if they don't get any answers, they're useless.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: I wish to inspire them. Those three bright individuals must learn to appreciate you. They should respect you, look up to you, therefore I must highlight your capabilities because if the team reveres you, they will trust your judgment. If they trust you, they will feel comfortable learning from you. If they keep learning from you, they will be truly valuable.

I wish to inspire them. Those three bright individuals must learn to appreciate you. They should respect you, look up to you, therefore I must highlight your capabilities because if the team reveres you, they will trust your judgment. If they trust you, they will feel comfortable learning from you. If they keep learning from you, they will be truly valuable.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Because, as you are well aware, niceties leave me weary. Therefore, you remain pleasant. No, I'm hinting that you lack a central character. You adapt to become what anyone you're accompanying requires you to be. Alright, I concede that might be construed as offensive. The intriguing query here is the reason. Why do you suspect that the world will descend into turmoil and ruin if you're not present to rescue it?

Because you know nice bores me. Hence, still nice. No, I'm suggesting that you have no core. You're what whoever you're with needs you to be. Okay, I guess that could be insulting. The interesting question is why. Why do you think the world will end in chaos and destruction if you're not there to save it?

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: You've perused one of those bargaining guidebooks, haven't you? Titles like 'Arriving at Agreement: Fifty Techniques for Victorious Debates' or 'The Nomad's Handbook for Becoming a Chum'. In a matter of five seconds, you've just maneuvered these two into aligning with your perspective. Gentlemen, this tactic is referred to as 'soft positional bargaining'. It won't succeed.

You read one of those negotiating books, didn’t you? “Getting to Yes: Fifty Ways to Win an Argument.” “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to Being a Pal.” In five seconds you just manipulated these two into agreeing with your point of view. Fellas, this is known as “soft positional bargaining.” It’s not gonna work.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Very well. I shall now rise and prepare to depart. I shall stride towards that portal, clutch its handle, and at that moment, you will find the sudden need to share the truth with me. I will be compelled to reverse my course and return all the way back here. The issue at hand is, you see, my leg is causing me discomfort. Could we perhaps eliminate the necessity for this ambulation?

Ok. I'm going to get up to leave now. I'm going to walk to that door, turn the handle, and then you're suddenly going to decide that you have to tell me the truth. I'm going to have to turn around and come all the way back. You see the thing is, my leg hurts. Can we cut the walking out of the equation?

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Yeah, that's correct. You ought to have spat this out a couple of days ago. Don't even attempt to engage me in your games. Firstly, you'll end up on the losing side, you're just not prepared for this. Secondly, the purpose of the game was to make you quit your little charades. I need you to rise up, stand your ground against me. Throw down the gauntlet. Stop fretting about being shown the door. Now get going and settle my cable bill.

Right. You should've said this two days ago. Do not play games with me. Number one, you're going to lose, you're just not ready. Number two, the game was to force you to stop playing games. I need you to stand up to me. Challenge me. I need you to stop worrying about getting fired. Go pay for my cable.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: A glowing amber signal does not translate to halt. The responsibility on my part was, at its utmost, a mere fifth. Given that insurance agencies tend to ascribe the full blame on the individual at the rear in such instances, my minor untruth was in reality an endeavor to bring the outcome nearer to the actuality. And it would have been successful, too, had it not been for the intrusive intervention of those younglings.

A yellow light does not mean stop. It was, at the most, 20% my fault. Since insurance companies automatically put 100% of the fault on the rear-ender, my little lie was actually an effort to achieve an outcome closer to the truth. And it would have worked, too, if it weren't for those meddling kids.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Aha! Finally, I've found you. I've been scouring every corner for you. Now, let's see, you indicated that I'd have to let go of one of my team members if I didn't deliver the discourse you requested about your medication. Acknowledging the validity of your perspective, my address didn't really conform to your expectations. Hence, I've released Cameron from duty. That settles our deal, doesn't it?

Whoa! There you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Uh, listen, you said I had to cut one of my people if I didn’t give that speech about your drug, and in fairness to your point of view, my speech really wasn’t the one you had in mind, so I’ve cut Cameron. Now we’re all squared away, right?

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Should you decide to curry favor with him for your own protection, I suggest you wait until he's proposed a worthy notion. His deception is a tell-tale sign of his imposture. He's a mediocre illusionist stricken with a cryptic ailment, why wouldn't he prophesy his own demise? If his prediction falls flat, it will be dismissed and forgotten, but if it turns out to be accurate, he departs this world a mythic figure.

If you're going to kiss his ass to protect your ass, at least wait until he's had a good idea. It's a symptom of him being a charlatan. He's a second-rate magician with a mysterious illness, why wouldn't he predict his own death? If he's wrong, we all forget it, if he's right, he goes out a legend.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: You are aware, aren't you, that the purpose of metaphors is to deter people from certain actions by suggesting that something much more frightening will occur than what will truly transpire? Oh, how I yearn for an appropriate metaphor to better elucidate that concept. Please return to the game. Rest assured, I won't be devoured by any witches.

You do realise that the point of metaphors is to scare people from doing things by telling them that something much scarier is going to happen than what will really happen? God I wish I had a metaphor to explain that better. Go back to the game. Don't worry, I'm not going to get eaten by witches.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: I slipped my mind. You two converse. Understand, I mean no disrespect to either of you, but an evening meal with your mother? Really, I'd be obligated to conduct myself as a respectable individual, and you're aware of the burden that places on me. As for you, since your separation with Sam, you've been indulging in nothing but gloom and complaints. It's incredibly disheartening.

I forgot. You guys talk. Look, no offense to either of you, but dinner with your mom? Come on, I'd have to act like a decent human being , and you know what a strain that puts on me. And you , ever since you broke up with Sam, you've done nothing but mope and whine. It's an unbelievable bummer.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: My plan isn't entirely succeeding. All four individuals aspire to work under my guidance, but they each possess reasons why they're hesitant to do so. How might I persuade them to select an option from the first set of choices and disregard the latter? Of course. Indeed, by maintaining your silence, you're suggesting that the resolution lies within my own understanding.

My strategy's not completely working. All four of them want to work for me, but all four of them have reasons why they don't want to work for me. How do I get them to take one from column A and none from column B? Right. Right, by not saying anything, you're saying that the answer is inside me.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: That's not what I desire. However, it would be unwise not to consider the future. Firstly, my decision to dismiss Chase was the sole catalyst for your departure two years prior. Secondly, once the sheer magnitude of his dreadful act fully dawns on you, your marital union will inevitably shatter. Consequently, the sole hindrance to your return here will be eliminated. Or perhaps I've glossed over a few minor details.

I don't want that. But we'd be foolish not to plan ahead. A: my firing Chase was the only reason you left two years ago, B: when the full horror of his homicide hits you, your marriage will blow up. And the only obstacle to you working here will be gone. Or maybe I skipped a couple of letters.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: I'm not about to drown my sorrows just because a lady I'm not even romantically involved with is starting a new life with someone else. That would be utterly pitiful. Enough of this. When I first approached you, I shared my aspiration to find happiness, and I heeded your counsel. But instead, I've only found myself in a state of utter dejection. How is this benefiting me?

I'm not gonna go out and get hammered because a woman I'm not even with is moving in with someone. That'd be pathetic. To hell with this. When I first came to you, I told you that I wanted to be happy, and I followed your advice. And instead, I'm just miserable. How is this working for me?

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: I appreciate solitude. Or, at least, I've persuaded myself that it suits me best. But then, a woman entered my life. She altered my perspective. But then, she departed. Solitude is our superior state. We endure hardships alone. We confront mortality alone. Regardless if you're a paragon of a spouse or deemed the epitome of fatherhood, tomorrow bears the same fate for you.

I like being alone. At least I convince myself that I'm better off that way. And then I met someone. She changed me. And then she left. We're better off alone. We suffer alone. We die alone. Doesn't matter if you're a model husband or father of the year. Tomorrow will be the same for you.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: However, you're well aware that you're not. You require individuals to perceive how self-reliant you are, how superbly you're managing. So they won't discern the bewildered, wounded little girl. Because that's not your own reflection. You perceive someone who has committed a dreadful act. Someone who merits punishment. Someone unworthy of life. What have you perpetrated?

But you know you're not. You need people to see how independent you are, how well you're coping. So they won't see the lost, hurt little girl. Because that's not what you see. You see someone who did something terrible. Who deserves to suffer. Who doesn't deserve to live. What did you do?

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: It's an intrinsic fact of our human existence that everyone indulges in a falsehood or two. The only fluctuation is regarding the subject of the deceit. The peculiar part about informing someone of their impending demise is how it sharpens their priorities. You get a glimpse into their values. You discern what they deem significant enough to die for. Or even to spin a lie for.

It’s a basic truth of the human condition that everybody lies. The only variable is about what. The weird thing about telling someone they’re dying is it tends to focus their priorities. You find out what matters to them. What they’re willing to die for. What they’re willing to lie for.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Ah, of course. I must be here on Wilson's account. Strangely enough, you kept from me that Cuddy was moving in with Lucas, in an attempt to shield me. Quite peculiar considering I made it clear to you that I am at peace with their relationship. Hence, it's quite clear that you either doubt one of these premises, or you're grappling with reasoning.

Oh, right. Guess I'm here for Wilson. Obviously you didn't tell me that Cuddy was moving in with Lucas 'cause you were protecting me. Which is odd since I told you that I'm fine with their relationship. So obviously, you question one of those assumptions or you have an issue with logic.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Terrific conjecture. But the test, it's ludicrous. A standard balance assessment won't do for a star bull rider. To gauge the might of Superman, you're going to need a heftier weight. Find one, have him hoist it, then ring me up and let me know the height it reached. Oh, and give Cuddy the message that surveillance is a coward's game.

Great theory. It's a ridiculous test. You can't give a standard balance test to a champion bull rider. If you're gonna test Superman's strength, you need a bigger barbell. Find one, make him lift it, then call me and tell me how high it got. And tell Cuddy that spying is for cowards.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: She's not familiar with me. In truth, her knowledge is only as expansive as the information you provide her. And you assured her that you'd never yield that room to me, didn't you? Just be honest - is there even a twinge of guilt within you? If you aim to impart lessons upon me, refrain from making promises you can't fulfil.

She doesn't know me. In fact she doesn't know anything except what you tell her. And you told her that you were never going to give me that space, didn't you? Just tell me - do you at least feel a little guilty? If you want to teach me lessons, don't make commitments you can't keep.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: You can't afford the luxury of not being scared. Only two plausible explanations can justify a lack of fear. One, you're hallucinating. But then again, you wouldn't fear the contrast material either. Two, you're certain that you're alright. Given that we haven't confirmed your well-being yet, it appears you hold some information that's beyond our knowledge.

You're not allowed to not be terrified. There's only two good reasons not to be terrified . You're delusional. But then you're not afraid of contrast material either. Or you know you're fine. Since we haven't told you you're fine, you obviously have information that we don't have.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: The book could have been forgotten by you, either deliberately or accidentally. If you purposely left it, it implies it no longer holds any significance for you. Given that it was a present from your mother, this might suggest a quarrel between you two. However, as communication with spirits isn't something you engage in, that seems implausible.

Either you left it behind on purpose, or by mistake. The only reason you'd leave it behind intentionally, is if it no longer meant anything to you. But since it was a gift from your mom, that would mean you had a fight with her. But since you don't talk to ghosts, that's unlikely.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Indeed, it's not the eye that does the thinking but the brain. If the process of thinking is flawed, it points to a problem in the brain. This indicates that the issue has extended to the brain, and it's too late for us to just extract the eye. Consequently, we're faced with the necessity of removing your entire head. Rest assured, it's a painless procedure.

I know. The eye doesn't think. The brain thinks, which means if the thinking's wrong, the brain's wrong. Which means it's spread to the brain, which means it's too late for us to remove the eye. Which means we're gonna have to remove your whole head. Don't worry. It doesn't hurt.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: No, what we're doing feels more akin to a dance, don't you think? Let's cut to the chase. You don't hold a high opinion of me. The sentiment is probably mutual. But don't take it personally, I'm not a fan of most people. However, all of this becomes rather irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. You see, you possess the resources, and I've secured my tenure.

No. This is actually more like we’re dancing right now, so let’s get to the point. You don’t like me. I’m pretty sure I’m not going to like you. It’s nothing personal, I don’t like anybody. But none of that really matters, does it, because you’ve got money, and I’ve got tenure.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Ah, this feels much like a dance, doesn't it? Now, let's make things clear. We might not see eye to eye and that's perfectly okay. I tend to be cautious around new people, but don't let that bother you. What's truly important is that you have the resources and I've got a wealth of experience. We're in an ideal position to make great things happen!

Ah, this feels much like a dance, doesn't it? Now, let's make things clear. We might not see eye to eye and that's perfectly okay. I tend to be cautious around new people, but don't let that bother you. What's truly important is that you have the resources and I've got a wealth of experience. We're in an ideal position to make great things happen!

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: In one scenario, the medication is the solution, in another, it's just a happenstance. If the first is true, we need to devise a superior method to cleanse him of these substances. If it's the latter, we must identify which symptoms are linked to withdrawal before we can arrive at a diagnosis. This implies that, in either case, we need to come up with a more effective detoxification process.

Either the drugs are the answer, or the drugs are a coincidence. If it's one, we have to find a better way to detox him. If it's two, we have to know which symptoms are withdrawal-related before we can formulate a diagnosis. Which means we have to find a better way to detox him.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: When does a person become a pest due to ceaseless preaching? The initial brush of lips in a first kiss might score an 8 on the scale of joy. Pulling your child back from the precipice of death, that's a perfect 10. However, their happiness merely registers a lukewarm 6.5 because they're fully aware of the reality they must return to.

At what point does a person endlessly lecturing someone make him a jerk? First tongue kiss, an 8 on the happiness scale. Your child being snatched back from the brink of death, that's a 10. They're clocking in at a very tepid 6.5 because they know what they have to go back to.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: What always amuses me about you, gangsters, is how welcoming and embracing you are. The only way he was leaving was a drastic one - erasing the tattoos, adopting a new identity, moving to a whole new place... but how could a man like him manage that? Witness protection, it seems, isn't only for witnesses these days.

That’s what I love about you mob guys: so tolerant of others, so accepting. Only way he was coming out was way, way out. Lose the tattoos, change his name, move to another town… how’s a guy like him going to do that? Witness protection. It’s not just for witnesses any more.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Ah, precisely the kind of insight that seems profound, but in truth could be said about anyone who isn't desperately seeking the validation of everyone they encounter - a fact about me that you astutely identified, merely by virtue of not being intellectually challenged. Next time, kindly request that divine inspiration could be a tad more explicit.

See, that is exactly the kind of brilliance that sounds deep, but you can say that about any person who doesn't pine for the social approval of everyone he meets, which you were cleverly able to deduce about me by not being a moron. Next time tell God to be more specific.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: And that's precisely why I have no desire for your return to the team. With you absent, he's performing at his pinnacle, which in turn is making my existence less of a torment than ever before. Consequently, neither of us could care less about the specifics of your departure - how, when, or on which Bahamian isle you wish to retreat from it all.

Which is why I don't want you back on the team. Now that you're out of the picture, he's better than ever, which is going to make me less miserable than ever, which is why neither of us gives a damn how, when, or on what island in the Bahamas you want to get from it all.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: His fears led him down the wrong path, a mistake easily made. It's nothing catastrophic. I understand it might feel like the world's against you, probably making you feel awful, but it isn't so. There's no commitments, no attachments. It can all be reversed by tomorrow. Sure, you'll carry a weight of guilt for some time, but she won't even have a memory of your existence.

He was worried, made a bad choice. It's not a big deal. I know it seems like crap, you probably feel like crap, but it's not. There's no obligations, no strings. It can be undone tomorrow. Emotionally, you'll feel guilty for a while, but she won't even know you existed.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: You pose a question, yet you find comfort as I dismiss two possibilities? This signals you aren't in pursuit of an answer, rather you yearned for assurance that certain answers were not the case. Either you harbored concern about her longing to return to my team, or more pointedly, you feared she wished to rekindle our personal connection.

You ask a question. I rule out two possibilities and you’re satisfied? That means you don’t want an answer. You just wanted to know there wasn’t a particular answer. Either you were worried that she wanted back on my team, or you were worried that she wanted back on me.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: That's simply because you're more easily deceived than I. For instance, I'm not convinced that you willingly ended your open marriage. I'm more inclined to think your wife brought it to a close, and you decided not to share with her that you had no intention of abiding by her decision. After all, no man willingly casts a winning lottery ticket into the waste bin.

That's because you're more gullible than I am. For instance, I don't believe that you called off your open marriage. I believe your wife called it off, and you called off telling her that you weren't calling it off. A guy doesn't just throw a golden ticket in the trash.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: It appears that I tend to be correct in the end, most of the time. However, 'the end' is a vague point in time that you can't pin down. With every revelation I've had on this matter, you folks seemed to agree without any objections or queries. Now, no insult intended, but it suggests that either your intellectual capacities are advancing, or my own are regressing, curiously much like the rabbit in Alice's adventures.

I'm almost always eventually right. You have no way of knowing when 'eventually' is. Every time I've had an epiphany on this one you guys were right on board. No challenges, nothing to explain. No offense, but either you guys are getting smarter or I'm getting dumber.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Stating that clotting seems to be present is akin to claiming there's a holdup in the flow of traffic ahead. Might it be a calamitous collision involving ten vehicles? Or merely an incredibly sluggish bus obstructing the middle lane? And should it be a bus, is it of the thrombotic variety or an embolic one? Ah, perhaps I've stretched that comparison a touch too much, much like a romantic twist stretched out in a sentimental novel.

Saying there appears to be clotting, is like saying there appears to be a traffic jam up ahead. Is it a ten-car pileup? Or just a really slow bus in the center lane, and if it is a bus is it a thrombotic bus, or an embolic bus? Think I pushed that metaphor too far.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Regrettably, his brother behaves much like an ineffective partner in a doubles match. He merely occupies valuable space, becoming an obstacle. Clancy's physique anticipates that he would effortlessly secure the victories, but his brother consistently fouls up, repeatedly striking the balls into the net. We must arrange for his withdrawal from the game, akin to a poor player getting eliminated from a high-stakes game of poker.

Unfortunately, his brother's like a bad doubles partner. The guy just takes up space, gets in the way. Clancy's body thinks that he's going to put away the easy winners, but his brother just keeps swatting the balls into the net. We've got to get him off the court.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: That got the old grey cells ticking over. You only show your fangs on one topic: losing your people. So I dug back into the reports. Now it's true, there's only one doc by the name of Gonzalez at New York Mercy. But there's a chap called Javier Gonzalez who's a nurse, tucked away in the psych ward. And that got me thinking, who among your crew could wind up in such a place?

It made me think. You only snap on one subject: losing people. So I went back to the intel. It's true there's only one doctor named Gonzalez at New York Mercy, but there's a Javier Gonzalez who's a nurse in the psych ward. And who could you lose who'd end up there?

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Is there a gauge to quantify compassion? I've got this pal, and I'm shelling out ten bucks every time someone says 'Thank you' to him. Unbelievable, right? He's so darn kind that people even thank him for conveying the news of their impending demise. Quite the extraordinary chap. Me? I rarely receive such gratitude. Must be in need of a more amiable tone, I reckon.

Is there a scale for measuring compassion? This buddy of mine, I gotta give him ten bucks every time somebody says “Thank you.” Imagine that. This guy’s so good, people thank him for telling them that they’re dying. Eh, needs brown. I don’t get thanked that often.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Ah, you presumed your wife departed because of your breathing troubles, didn't you? As for me, I seldom abduct anyone unless I'm struggling with a severe ailment. Now, since you're not at death's door, it suggests you're armed with excuses, blaming factors unrelated to your health on your health issues. Quite the puzzling predicament.

So you figured your wife left you because you couldn't breathe, right? Me, I rarely kidnap someone unless I've got a serious health problem. Since you're not almost dead, it means you're armed because you're blaming something other than your health on your health.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: It boils down to the same issue. Indeed, he's a fool. You never assigned him any tasks, and you're irate that he took matters into his own hands. So let him bear the consequences and ruin his career to atone for his mistakes. Unless, of course, you genuinely care for this dimwit. In that case, you might consider advising him to change course.

It's the same thing. Yes, he's an idiot. You didn't ask him to do anything. You're pissed off that he did. So let him torch his career to pay for his sins. Unless, you actually feel something for the idiot. In which case, you might want to tell him to turn around.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Human beings can be disappointing. If you seek solace in someone's embrace as you shed tears in the quiet of the night, opt for someone warm and tender. If poetry and sensitivity are what you desire, then choose the introspective loner. But if your primary concern is getting the job done correctly, then select the one with a tough, resilient demeanor.

People suck. If you want someone to hold you while you cry yourself to sleep at night, choose warm and soft. If you want someone to write you a poem, pick the sensitive loner. If all you care about is that something's done right, pick the guy with the metal head.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: She extended an invitation to me, despite her reservations. She's attempting to discern if I truly have transformed or if I remain the same old stubborn character I've been. Nevertheless, she's consistently granted me opportunities. Precisely 832 chances, and I've managed to exhaust every single one. 832 is her ultimate limit. It's crucial to remember that.

She invited me. She didn't know if she should. She was trying to figure out if I really have changed or if I’m still the same old S.O.B. I've always been. But she always gave me a chance. 832 chances. And I used up every one of them. 832's her limit. Make a note.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Oh dear, my assumption of anger was off the mark. Usually, I'd don a cheerful hat and rejoice in the fact that the earth has completed yet another orbit around the sun. Frankly, I wasn't entirely sure it would make it this year, but lo and behold, it's proven to be the indomitable little planet that perseveres against all odds.

Oh. Anger was a bad guess. Well, normally I’d put on a festive hat and celebrate the fact that the earth has circled the sun one more time. I really didn’t think it was gonna make it this year, but darnit, if it wasn’t the Little Planet That Could all over again.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: You clearly believe that it's not working out. Your marriage seems akin to a faulty toaster, where bread keeps popping out, and you continue to label it as toast. Oddly enough, you've tried your bread in numerous toasters, yet you fail to notice any distinction. It's rather intriguing, to say the least.

You obviously think it ain't. Your marriage is like a broken toaster. Bread keeps popping out, and you keep calling it toast. Which is weird, because you've put your bread in a lot of toasters and apparently you don't see any difference. It's kind of fascinating.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Take your pick of your preferred potion. Chase, if you fancy downing Aussie beers while bonding over the woes of divorce. Masters, if you're in the mood for edgy enthusiasm, flash cards, and quirky scraps of obscure knowledge. Foreman, if you find yourself in need of a no-nonsense, stern drill sergeant.

Choose your poison. Chase, if you prefer pounding Aussie beers and commiserating over the suckiness of divorce. Masters, if you want nervous energy, flash cards, and obnoxious pieces of arcane trivia. Foreman, if you need to be berated by a humorless hard-ass.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Embrace your preferred adventure! Opt for Chase if you enjoy savoring Aussie beers and sharing in the camaraderie while navigating through the challenges of divorce. Masters awaits with energetic vibes, exciting flash cards, and fascinating bits of arcane trivia to keep you engaged. And if you're seeking growth and resilience, Foreman offers tough love to help you rise to the occasion and thrive. The choice is yours to embrace the positive and optimistic journey ahead!

Embrace your preferred adventure! Opt for Chase if you enjoy savoring Aussie beers and sharing in the camaraderie while navigating through the challenges of divorce. Masters awaits with energetic vibes, exciting flash cards, and fascinating bits of arcane trivia to keep you engaged. And if you're seeking growth and resilience, Foreman offers tough love to help you rise to the occasion and thrive. The choice is yours to embrace the positive and optimistic journey ahead!

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: My previous assertion was amiss. Throughout my life, I have consistently given nothing less than my utmost effort. I possess an inherent inability to shy away from any responsibility that comes my way. Regrettably, my friends have occasionally taken advantage of this trait. Yet, I stand firm in my knowledge that I wholeheartedly offered that man everything I had to give, and deep down, he recognized and appreciated it too.

I was wrong when I wrote that. I've never given any less than my best. I am incapable of turning away from a responsibility. My friends take advantage of that fact far too often. I know that I gave that man everything I could. And I know that he knew that too.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: In my opinion, certain ingredients in that recipe were not quite right. I sincerely pray that it might fall under, let's say, section three, subsection 2.2, paragraph one, accidental fire damage, thereby requiring the replacement of the entire waterline to rectify the issue with the drooping pipe.

If you ask me, some of the portions in that recipe were off. Sure hope it happens to be covered under, say, section three, subsection 2.2, paragraph one, accidental fire damage, in which case you'd have to replace the entire waterline to fix the sagging pipe.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Hold on a moment. What on earth was that? You were swayed by my grandiose speech? In essence, I merely implied I would hold my breath. You never had any intention of stopping me. It was all just a charade, pretending to halt me, so you could feign failure to stop me, all the while massaging my ego.

Wait a second. What the hell was that? You were won over by my soaring rhetoric? I basically just threatened to hold my breath. You never intended to stop me. You just pretended to stop me, so you could pretend to fail to stop me, so you could stroke my ego.

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Tell me something, I’ve been trying to figure this out. Why does a guy – – who’s on Death Row suddenly try to off himself? I know you drank that copier fluid. It’s not as visually dramatic as slitting your wrists with a homemade shiv, but it’ll do the trick.

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Some idiot cop with crotch rot obviously thought that I didn't treat him with the deference due to a man of his stature. Trumped up a traffic stop, next thing I know I'm sharing a cage with a guy who thinks that showers are the way the devil gets inside you.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Psychopathy sometimes receives a negative reputation, but it doesn't always imply violence. It signifies a complete absence of conscience, a lack of ordinary emotions, skillful manipulation of others, a tendency to be promiscuous, and a penchant for habitual lying. Do any of these characteristics sound familiar to you?

Psychopathy can get a bad rap. It doesn't necessarily mean you're violent. Just that you're completely without conscience, you lack any normal emotion, you manipulate everyone around you, you're promiscuous, you lie pathologically. Any of this ringing bells?

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: How can I possibly maximize the potential of that team if I'm not acquainted with every detail about them? Imagine if Van Gogh were to suffer from neurosyphilis, and our last vial of penicillin was tucked away in a storeroom at the far end of a lengthy 20-mile hallway with a ceiling that's just two feet high. Quite the conundrum!

How am I supposed to know how best to utilize that team if I don't know everything about them? Say that Van Gogh turns out to have neurosyphilis, and our last vial of penicillin is in a storeroom at the end of a 20-mile hallway with a two-foot high ceiling.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Oh, don't feel offended now. It's simply because you're not being genuine. You don't genuinely want to go out with me. Perhaps you once did when I was incapacitated and needed your care, like an ailing pup you could nurture. But now that I'm well, there's no benefit for you in it anymore.

Oh, don't take it personally. Its just coz you're full of crap. You have no interest in going out with me. Maybe you did, when I couldn't walk and I was a sick puppy that you could nurture back to health. Now that I'm healthy, there's nothing in it for you.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Oh dear, oh dear, it's all for science, I declare, Let the mess pile up, see who'll show they care. To my astonishment, it was you, my dear friend, Clearing the mess, with a heart that won't bend. You weren't even competing, no, not at all, Yet, there you were, answering my call. It seems you miss me, it's plain to see, Your loyalty and love, forever with me.

I had to. In the name of science. I let the crap pile up and I see which team member is the most self-flagellating – breaks down, clears up the mess. Surprise was, it turned out to be you. Again. And you weren’t even registered as a competitor. You miss me.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: She voiced a 'yes,' but my mind echoed a 'no.' A clear 'no' didn't reach my ears, yet my psyche felt certain of its existence. It was in the way she inclined her head, in the half-raised arch of her brow. Why should her true intent occupy my thoughts? She gave affirmation. That should be the crux of it. But I'm entangling myself in a web of my own weaving.

She said 'yes, and I heard 'no.' I didn't actually hear 'no.'' But I just was sure that's what she meant. Way she tilted her head and half-arched her eyebrow. What do I even care what she meant? She said yes. That's all that matters. I'm screwing this up.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Absolutely not, not at all. You see, bribery comes into play if I declare I'll mend things only if a little green is slipped my way. It's a sleazy exchange for an action I shouldn't undertake. But if I had demanded a bit of cash, I would've executed the frowned-upon deed regardless. So, there's no sinister thread in this tapestry.

No, no, no, no. Uh-uh. Graft is if I tell them I’ll only make it better if he slips me a couple bucks. A payoff for something I’m not supposed to do. If I’d asked for the payoff , I would have done the bad thing anyway. So there’s nothing wrong with this.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: I utter these words because they hold the truth. Deep within, we both acknowledge that your place is by Victor's side. Is there a Victor amongst your peers? Because if there isn't and you're not coupled with someone of your own age, it might leave a lingering regret; perhaps not today, perhaps not tomorrow, but eventually and for all your remaining days.

I'm saying it 'coz it's true. Inside of us, we both know that you belong with Victor. Is there a Victor in your class? Well if you're not with someone your age, you'll regret it; maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: It's simply unjust! How about we heal her with rays of sunlight and adorable puppies! Sweet children succumb to horrible diseases! Innocuous physicians are imprisoned, all because individuals like you lack the courage to take the necessary stand! You can linger and lament about who's the greater faint-hearted!

It's just wrong! Let's cure her with sunshine and puppies! Cute kids die of terrible illnesses! Innocent doctors go to jail, just because cowards like you won't stand up and do what's required! You can sit around and moan about who's the bigger weakling!

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Going by the posh attire, I'd wager you're a benefactor. The jittery aura suggests perhaps you've dealt with complications, likely why this establishment resonates personally. Yet this is meant to be about me. I exploit my acquaintances. Acquaintance, in truth, I've only one.

Judging by the fancy suit, I’d say you were a donor. The nervous demeanor says maybe you’ve had issues, probably why this place has personal meaning. But this is supposed to be about me. I take advantage of my friends. Friend, really, I’ve only got one.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: The American dream shattered. Quite tragic, incredibly poignant. You've lost sight, Cuddy. You've ceased viewing this through a doctor's lens. You're behaving like a person who pushed another off their rooftop. You yearn to rectify matters? Unfortunate. Nothing is ever rectified in this world.

American dream destroyed. Very sad, very emotional. You’ve lost perspective, Cuddy. You’ve stopped looking at this as a doctor. You’re acting like someone who shoved somebody off their roof. You want to make things right? Too bad. Nothing’s ever right.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Indeed. That's precisely what I anticipated. The entire 'rescuing the child from discomfort' argument was nothing but nonsense. You simply don't want anything in your life that restricts your whims and caprices. You've led a charmed existence. My apologies for causing a disruption.

Yeah. That's what I thought. The 'saving the kid from pain' stuff was crap. You just don't want anything in your life that won't let you do whatever the hell you want to do whenever the hell you want to do it. You've had it easy. Sorry to screw you up.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Survival of the fittest can be a real tough game. We're selecting our partners based on vanity: the curves of a woman or the ride a man drives. They've dissected married folks and found a strange link in the dimensions of their pancreases. We're innately programmed to select based on foolish criteria, yet you, my friend, have the opportunity to choose wisely.

Natural selection sucks. We pick our mates based on breast size, cars they drive. They did autopsies on married couples and found correlations in pancreas size. We're hardwired to pick for stupid reasons, you have the chance to pick for smart reasons.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Undeniably so. I strive to instill discomfort in you, to drive you away. Yet you dismiss the very notion of discomfort. You reciprocate with efforts to stir distress in me, hoping to put an end to your own misery. And at some point, you will depart, pinning your leave on reasons entirely detached from the distress.

Of course it is. I try to make you miserable to make you leave. You deny that it's making you miserable. You try to make me miserable so I’ll stop making you miserable. And eventually you will leave, citing reasons that have nothing to do with misery.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Indeed, you're earnest! But as the sands of time trickle away, their dependency starts to wane. A direct consequence of your unwavering support, they're blossoming, becoming self-reliant. That's a detestable sight, isn't it? Oh, the wrath you must hold against the heavens, for bestowing such joy upon her.

You mean it! And then time passes and suddenly they're not so needy any more. Your fault. You've been there for them too much, they're getting healthy, independent. And that's just ugly. God, you must be pissed at God right now, making her all happy.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: My word. You've gone against your pact with Him, your daughter is well, you're on the mend, and no calamity has befallen you. This leads to a singular conclusion: God doesn't exist. Mind you, if a stray meteorite should inconveniently strike your daughter today, I'll find myself quite red-faced indeed.

God. You broke your deal with him, your daughter's fine, you're getting better. Nothing bad happened. Which can only mean one thing. There is no God. Of course, if your daughter gets hit by a meteorite today, I would have some serious egg on my face.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Look here, it wasn't me who declared love. Those who are genuinely struck with this sentiment, they explain it away, they minimize it, they certainly don't glorify it with the elegance of verse. My shift ends at 6, give yourself another jolt of that delusion and try your tricks on some other unsuspecting soul.

Hey, I'm not the one who said he was in love. People who actually have this condition rationalise it, they dismiss it, they don't elevate it to the level of poetry. I'm off duty at 6, give yourself another whack and come back and scam somebody else.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Seems like she was handed the slim rejection from her top-choice preschool not long ago. But as it appears, it was just her decoy top choice. She believed the real favorite was out of reach, unless her pockets were deep enough for a hefty contribution or she had the right people in her corner.

She recently got the thin envelope from her first choice preschool. But it turns out it was her fake first choice, 'cause she was convinced she couldn't get her kid into her actual first choice without a substantial donation or an inside connection.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: We'll always remember the times in Fresno. I may not excel at grand gestures, but it's pretty clear that in the grand scheme of things, our little issues are as inconsequential as a tiny hill of beans. One day, you'll grasp this truth. But for now, let me raise a toast to you. Oh my, this is harder than I thought.

We'll always have Fresno. I'm no good at being noble but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of two little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you'll understand that. Now, now, here's looking at you. Damn.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: What's the scientific expression? Perturbed, I believe. Such young ladies of quarter century are normally pillars of reason. Unshakeable, absolutely. The accuracy of my conjecture seems backed by the evidence of her swallowing a phial of somnolent tablets. Arrange a consultation with a psychiatrist. And I, I yearn for some slumber.

What's the medical term? Upset. These 25-year-old females are usually completely rational. They're rocks. Really. My theory seems to be supported by the fact that she swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills. Get her a shrink. And I need some shut-eye.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: In the way I'm always fond of expressing, it's more rewarding to be a supportive Susan than a critical Cathy. So as you're brewing your own hypotheses, let me offer you a revised version of why Chase brought you on board. Doctor Kelly, permit me to introduce you to your double. Wait, hold that thought.

As I always like to say, it's better to be a helpful Helen than a negative Nelly. So while you're cooking up some ideas of your own, allow me to present theory 2.0 of why Chase hired you. Dr. Kelly, meet your doppelganger. Oh, no. Hold on a second.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Well, isn't this an interesting challenge? Oh, wise oracle of the billiard room, bestow upon us your insightful counsel. Shall we lean towards Foreman's hypothesis, which is, indeed, somewhat backed by the fruits of medical testing, or entertain Chase's theory, which is yet to be touched by the hand of medical proof? Decisions, decisions... certainly gives us plenty to ponder, doesn't it?

Hmm. Quite a dilemma. Oh, great pool hall oracle, grant me guidance. Do we go with Foreman’s theory, which is at least marginally supported by medical test results, or Chase’s theory, which is completely unsupported by medical evidence. What to do…

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: In agreement with Kutner's perspective, there's a chance she's an innocent damsel, and not a deceptive harlot spinning a web of lies. However, a pregnancy test is a quick and straightforward procedure nowadays, far removed from the days of exterminating rabbits for such purposes. Therefore, in summary, remain silent, conduct the tests. Any other questions?

On the one hand, Kutner’s right. Maybe she's a sweet young thing, not a screw-up lying through her teeth. On the two hand, a pregnancy test only takes five minutes, and we no longer kill rabbits. So in conclusion, shut up, do the tests. What else?

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Provided she's not weaving tales. She asserts that she sees the world in an objective light, measuring the merits and the demerits of individuals. If her claim holds water, no matter how many times her sister misappropriated her hair tie, the magnanimous act of donating a kidney should unquestionably overshadow all past transgressions.

If she's telling the truth. She claims she objectively sees reality. Weighing the good and bad in people. If that's true, I don't care how many times her sister borrowed her scrunchie without asking, a free kidney ought to trump all the bad stuff.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: Let's begin under the delicate premise that we are not thoughtless beings who have squandered days scrutinising a heart in every possible direction, only to declare it sound mere hours before it essentially collapsed. We must hence turn our consideration to potential causes lurking in regions yet unexplored.

Let's work from the tenuous assumption that we're not idiots who've spent days examining a heart up, down, sideways – declaring it healthy just a few hours before it basically shut down. So we need to think about causes in places you didn't look.

Rewrite the following text to appeal to people in cluster 560: You've been chewing up two precious hours of his existence. Is that so horrendously inexcusable? Not in the slightest. It's only a waste of his time if we're barking up the wrong tree, if his condition has no ties with his buddy's. The real issue here is your fear of falling flat on your face.

You've been wasting 2 hours of his time. Is that deeply and unforgivably morally wrong? No. Because it's not a waste of his time. Unless we're wrong, unless his condition has got nothing to do with his friend's. You're just afraid of being wrong.