As opposed to the ICA, the ECA has a _____________ peak syst…
As opposed to the ICA, the ECA has a _____________ peak systolic and _______________end diastolic flow.
As opposed to the ICA, the ECA has a _____________ peak syst…
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As оppоsed tо the ICA, the ECA hаs а _____________ peаk systolic and _______________end diastolic flow.
Use the sаme pаssаge tо answer the fоllоwing. In 2–3 sentences, explain your response to this passage as a reader. You might discuss:– how the passage made you feel– what unsettled, surprised, or confused you– or what question the passage raised for you about the story Your response should be specific to this passage and grounded in what you noticed while rereading. It should not explain why you did or did not “like” the passage. Passage 1: "Let me look at him one last time," Lili said, pulling back the sheet. She leaned in very close to get a better look at Guy's face. There was little left of that countenance that she had loved so much. Those lips that curled when he was teasing her. That large flat nose that felt like a feather when rubbed against hers. And those eyes, those night-colored eyes. Though clouded with blood, Guy's eyes were still bulging open. Lili was searching for some kind of sign--a blink, a smile, a wink--something that would remind her of the man that she had married. "His eyes aren't closed," the foreman said to Lili. "Do you want to close them, or should I?" The boy continued reciting his lines, his voice rising to a man's grieving roar. He kept his eyes closed, his fists balled at his side as he continued with his newest lines. "There is so much sadness in the faces of my people. I have called on their gods, now I call on our gods. I call on our young. I call on our old. I call on our mighty and our weak. I call on everyone and anyone so that we shall all let out one piercing cry that we may either live freely or we should die." "Do you want to close the eyes?" The foreman repeated impatiently. "No, leave them open," Lili said. "My husband, he likes to look at the sky." Passage 2: "Jesus was the only One that ever raised the dead." The Misfit continued, "and He shouldn't have done it. He thown everything off balance. If He did what He said, then it's nothing for you to do but thow away everything and follow Him, and if He didn't, then it's nothing for you to do but enjoy the few minutes you got left the best way you can--by killing somebody or burning down his house or doing some other meanness to him. No pleasure but meanness," he said and his voice had become almost a snarl. "Maybe He didn't raise the dead," the old lady mumbled, not knowing what she was saying and feeling so dizzy that she sank down in the ditch with her legs twisted under here. "I wasn't there so I can't say He didn't," The Misfit said. "I wisht I had of been there," he said, hitting the ground with his fist. "It ain't right I wasn't there because if I had of been there I would of known. Listen lady," he said in a high voice, "if I had of been there I would of known and I woudn't be like I am now." His voice seemed about to crack and the grandmother's head cleared for an instant. She saw the man's face twisted close to her own as if he were going to cry and she murmured, "Why you're one of my babies. You're one of my own children!" She reached out and touched him on the shoulder. The Misfit sprang back as if a snake had bitten him and shot her three times through the chest. Then he put his gun down on the ground and took off his glasses and began to clean them. Passage 3: For a long while we just stood there, looking down at the profound and fleshless grin. The body had apparently once lain in the attitude of an embrace, but now the long sleep that outlasts love, that conquers even the grimace of love, had cuckolded him. What was left of him, rotted beneath what was left of the nightshirt, had become inextricable from the bed in which he lay; and upon him and upon the pillow beside him lay that even coating of the patient and biding dust. Then we noticed that in the second pillow was the indentation of a head. One of us lifted something from it, and leaning forward, that faint and invisible dust dry and acrid in the nostrils, we saw a long strand of iron-gray hair.