From 4f993030e3578748e584fb36c9c86837ea012c30 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Carly Rock Date: Thu, 24 Jun 2021 12:43:53 -0500 Subject: [PATCH] some simple modifications and additions --- text1.txt | 7 ++----- text2.txt | 9 ++++----- text3.txt | 7 +++++++ 3 files changed, 13 insertions(+), 10 deletions(-) create mode 100644 text3.txt diff --git a/text1.txt b/text1.txt index 9cdd5be..e214092 100644 --- a/text1.txt +++ b/text1.txt @@ -8,21 +8,18 @@ and Hagrid's pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds. Oliver Wood's enthusi dampened, which was why Harry was to be found, late one stormy Saturday afternoon a few days before Halloween, returning to Gryffindor Tower, drenched to the skin and splattered with mud. -Even aside from the rain and wind it hadn't been a happy practice session. Fred and George, who had been spying on the Slytherin team, -had seen for themselves the speed of those new Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones. They reported that the Slytherin team was no more than seven -greenish blurs, shooting through the air like missiles. +random changes As Harry squelched along the deserted corridor he came across somebody who looked just as preoccupied as he was. Nearly Headless Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor Tower, was staring morosely out of a window, muttering under his breath, ". . . don't fulfill their requirements . . . half an inch, if that . . ." -"Hello, Nick," said Harry. +"Hello, headless Nick," said Harry. "Hello, hello," said Nearly Headless Nick, starting and looking round. He wore a dashing, plumed hat on his long curly hair, and a tunic with a ruff, which concealed the fact that his neck was almost completely severed. He was pale as smoke, and Harry could see right through him to the dark sky and torrential rain outside. -"You look troubled, young Potter," said Nick, folding a transparent letter as he spoke and tucking it inside his doublet. "So do you," said Harry. diff --git a/text2.txt b/text2.txt index d247cd8..b991045 100644 --- a/text2.txt +++ b/text2.txt @@ -3,14 +3,14 @@ Quotes from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air: Uncle Phil: "We Eat Here Later. You Eat Here Never. Jazz: "Looks Like You Eat Here Often." -Geoffrey: "Quite Right Sir. You Threw Him On The Lawn, He ROLLED Into The Street." - Geoffrey: "Correct, But You Overlooked One Fact. I Have No Life." Uncle Phil: "You Find Geoffrey And You Bring Him Back Or They'll Never Find Your Bodies. I'm A Judge, I Can Make It Happen." Geoffrey: "Ou Ou Ou, Can I Get It For You?" +here are more random changes + Girl: "Excuse Me, What's A Nine-Letter Word For Terrific?" Will: "That's Easy: Will Smith." @@ -25,9 +25,8 @@ Will: "Yeah, And You Also Thought Tupac Shakur Was A Jewish Holiday." Carlton: "Dad, Don't Do Anything Stupid! You Haven't Updated Your Will Yet." -Will: "So You're Saying The Only Reason I Loved Her Is Cause She's Rich And Let Me Sponge Off Of Her?" -Phil: "Yes." -Will: "Then, I Love You Too, Uncle Phil." +more random changes +more random changes Carlton: "Big Poopie." Uncle Phil: "What Did You Say?" diff --git a/text3.txt b/text3.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2788873 --- /dev/null +++ b/text3.txt @@ -0,0 +1,7 @@ +teksldksakdsjg +dkajhdsda + +dlkaldgjksjda +g + +slkdgjiajsg