input question: A completion problem: as soon as she got into the groove , the words came again , flying out of her mind , through her fingers and into the computer . she actually laughed at some of the dialogue as the hero and heroine were torn apart by the evil villain , who amazingly had similar character traits to adam at the moment . by midnight , she considered going to bed but did n't want to stop
output answer: writing
Text to complete: therefore do not worry about tomorrow , for tomorrow will worry about itself . each day has enough trouble of it 's own . as if gentle hands pushed on his shoulders , chris fell to his knees in the middle of the road . '' i put poor priscilla in your hands , lord . please heal her and make her well . send your speed and safety to mr. browley as he rides to shorlin for the
completion:
doctor
Complete this sentence: i grab the phone without even looking who it was . '' hello . '' i answer . my voice as tired as i was . '' luna . '' was all the voice answered with . but i knew who it was . of course . mister ian hanson himself . i sit up a little trying to sound a little more
Answer: awake
Problem: SENTENCE: of course i was taking it seriously , but liz was n't about to believe that , so i abandoned our french assignment and whispered , '' no , liz , i do n't know what 's going to happen tonight . '' '' exactement ! '' she cried , leaning closer . '' anything in these books could be out there ! '' she said , as if we were dropping into an actual war zone and not our own backyard . '' or it could be something '' - she looked around and then leaned closer - '' not in the
So, what's next?

Answer: books
[Q]: well , actually she ended up with a car or crossover , but she looked at trucks . '' katie sat the ornament in her hand down . '' is that supposed to mean something to me ? cuz i have to tell you , it does n't . '' jack grasped katie 's shoulders . '' why would a woman who lives in an apartment and works as a waitress want to buy a...

[A]: truck
input question: A completion problem: a wagon rattled by , creaks and clopping , stirring up the dust and the dry , tickling smell of it taunted gideon 's lungs . '' gim me that pillow , will ya ? '' he scootched himself up to lean against the wall and the quilt shifted , revealing more bandages wrapped around his middle . peter forced himself to quit gawking and handed over the
output answer:
pillow