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A Woman 's Poem He did n't like the casserole , And he did n't like my cake . He said my biscuits were too hard ... Not like his mother used to make . I did n't perk the coffee right , He did n't like the stew . I did n't mend his socks , The way his mother used to do .
Answer the following question: what does the man in the story think ?
Answer:
his mother used to make good food
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Sensible people would have checked the weather or preemptively backed the truck into the carport . But that 's not the kind of people we are , so I pulled on a sweatshirt , backed the other two cars out of the driveway , and had Mike back the truck in safely . I hope our neighbors were entertained . My pajamas legs were soaked .
Answer the following question: what may have happened before this event ?
Answer:
The cars were in the drive so we left the pickup truck , with its load , at end of drive
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Soon , I can accomplish nothing but cataloging my failures . It is difficult to right myself once this has begun , or even realize that it is happening . Once I do realized what I am doing to myself , I tend to hit the " paul is broken " motif which is a dead end . The ironic thing is that they are solvable problems . By me alone even . Case in point : I should have " the man " paid off by tuesday . It took me sitting down and sorting my finances and looking for the way to succeed , and then making it happen .
Answer the following question: What has the narrator been focusing on lately ?
Answer:
Their money .