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Shakthi Ramachandran
Shakthi Ramachandran

The document contains two contradictory summaries of the same person. The first describes the person in an extremely negative manner, using harsh, derogatory, and insulting language. The second uses positive, endearing language to describe the person in an uplifting way, praising their smile and passion. Both summaries are only a few sentences long.

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My hands would be comfortable choking this ungrateful union of fiendish, chromosomal ambiguity that sits before me. Up until now I have been living under an illusion that patients are wonderful people who need my caring hand, but this annoying incorporation of despair and disagreement could entice even Stephen Hawkins to get up and slap him. He's the reason why abortion is still being debated upon, and why pulling the plug is not left up to the physician. His persistent belief in my ineptitude eggs me on to prove him right. He is a singularly prurient dullard and an amazingly vacant, intelligence-feigning organism. No matter what the illness, he would be my prime candidate in all placebo treatments. My hands are willingly tied down by the innocence and positivity of this wonderful human being who sits before me. Up until now I have been living under an illusion that patients are detestable people who deserve just a tiny bit of my attention, but this amazing amalgamation of hope and indestructible fortitude is the reason why I stay up at night honing my skills. He is a singularly astounding organism of profoundly captivating optimism. He should be immortalized as a man who fought the odds even though he himself is an oddity of nature, in his truly unshakeable spirit. Should illness ever strike his warm heart, he would be the prime candidate to receive mine as a replacement. Even a nibble could change you for good.
I consider it my noble duty to be the voice of justice. Now, after meeting him, Id rather be the voice of a boy band that has never sold a single record in their whole lives. Although the law clearly dumbfounds him; I think its just dumb that he ever found it in the first place. His mere presence is a contempt of court. He is a braying, inbred imbecile, a cesspool of protest and reason enough to grant a full gun license application. I have dreamed up scenarios where I had never laid eyes on this monstrous, feeble-minded, tasteless pile of dross. Or, indeed, never had eyes to begin with. But then again nobody finds heaven until they die. I consider it my noble duty to be the voice of justice. Now, after meeting him, I feel I could have been so much more. He is a passionate crusader for the downtrodden, a vociferous advocate of justice. Many deem his approach to the law as irregular, but his willingness to take a stab at the impossible and find a loophole where others can only see words is truly admirable. His bright youthful eyes are full of passion and his queries resound throughout the room, inspiring his peers to push their own thinking. One day without him and the entire courthouse becomes a bore; one day without his beautifully inquisitive mind, and the entire world becomes one too. Even a nibble could change you for good.
Even a nibble could change you for good. Maybe it was the umbilical cord that was wrapped around his neck; maybe it was fetal alcohol syndrome. Whatever the reason, the fact that he is so hopelessly full of air was evident the moment I laid eyes on him. Cockiness, in the right context, can be a sign of passion. Cockiness, in his case, is just a pre-cursor to mental retardation. He is a dolefully degenerate ignoramus and a nose-picking champion of mediocrity. He is proof that evolution can go in reverse. He is a debased maladjusted booger-eating troll. He is a toll on the nerves of those with good taste and decency. Its a shame that he was born in this era or that he was born at all. Maybe its the fluffy maroon scarf draped around his neck or maybe its the thin film of chocolate milk coated endearingly around his mouth. Whatever the reason, the fact that he is so hopelessly adorable was evident the moment I laid eyes on him. Cockiness, in the right context, can be a sign of passion. Cockiness, in his case, is a sign of endearment that transcends any known adult logic. His constant strives towards being seen reminds me of the majestic phoenix. He is a seriously misinterpreted, a grievously under-valued design of genetics. Its a shame he was born in this era, for he could have done away with two world wars with that tender smile.

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  • 1. My hands would be comfortable choking this ungrateful union of fiendish, chromosomal ambiguity that sits before me. Up until now I have been living under an illusion that patients are wonderful people who need my caring hand, but this annoying incorporation of despair and disagreement could entice even Stephen Hawkins to get up and slap him. He's the reason why abortion is still being debated upon, and why pulling the plug is not left up to the physician. His persistent belief in my ineptitude eggs me on to prove him right. He is a singularly prurient dullard and an amazingly vacant, intelligence-feigning organism. No matter what the illness, he would be my prime candidate in all placebo treatments. My hands are willingly tied down by the innocence and positivity of this wonderful human being who sits before me. Up until now I have been living under an illusion that patients are detestable people who deserve just a tiny bit of my attention, but this amazing amalgamation of hope and indestructible fortitude is the reason why I stay up at night honing my skills. He is a singularly astounding organism of profoundly captivating optimism. He should be immortalized as a man who fought the odds even though he himself is an oddity of nature, in his truly unshakeable spirit. Should illness ever strike his warm heart, he would be the prime candidate to receive mine as a replacement. Even a nibble could change you for good.
  • 2. I consider it my noble duty to be the voice of justice. Now, after meeting him, Id rather be the voice of a boy band that has never sold a single record in their whole lives. Although the law clearly dumbfounds him; I think its just dumb that he ever found it in the first place. His mere presence is a contempt of court. He is a braying, inbred imbecile, a cesspool of protest and reason enough to grant a full gun license application. I have dreamed up scenarios where I had never laid eyes on this monstrous, feeble-minded, tasteless pile of dross. Or, indeed, never had eyes to begin with. But then again nobody finds heaven until they die. I consider it my noble duty to be the voice of justice. Now, after meeting him, I feel I could have been so much more. He is a passionate crusader for the downtrodden, a vociferous advocate of justice. Many deem his approach to the law as irregular, but his willingness to take a stab at the impossible and find a loophole where others can only see words is truly admirable. His bright youthful eyes are full of passion and his queries resound throughout the room, inspiring his peers to push their own thinking. One day without him and the entire courthouse becomes a bore; one day without his beautifully inquisitive mind, and the entire world becomes one too. Even a nibble could change you for good.
  • 3. Even a nibble could change you for good. Maybe it was the umbilical cord that was wrapped around his neck; maybe it was fetal alcohol syndrome. Whatever the reason, the fact that he is so hopelessly full of air was evident the moment I laid eyes on him. Cockiness, in the right context, can be a sign of passion. Cockiness, in his case, is just a pre-cursor to mental retardation. He is a dolefully degenerate ignoramus and a nose-picking champion of mediocrity. He is proof that evolution can go in reverse. He is a debased maladjusted booger-eating troll. He is a toll on the nerves of those with good taste and decency. Its a shame that he was born in this era or that he was born at all. Maybe its the fluffy maroon scarf draped around his neck or maybe its the thin film of chocolate milk coated endearingly around his mouth. Whatever the reason, the fact that he is so hopelessly adorable was evident the moment I laid eyes on him. Cockiness, in the right context, can be a sign of passion. Cockiness, in his case, is a sign of endearment that transcends any known adult logic. His constant strives towards being seen reminds me of the majestic phoenix. He is a seriously misinterpreted, a grievously under-valued design of genetics. Its a shame he was born in this era, for he could have done away with two world wars with that tender smile.