Jacob stumbled sleepy-eyed to the kitchen table and let the steamy, Sweatusmell of cinnamon-sugared oatmeal fill his senses. Mom sat
quietly at the other end of the table, drinking her cup of coffee. From
her silence, he knew that she expected an apology. Last night, they had
discussed his lack of effort to complete his short story for English
class. English was his least favorite subject, but writing was a talent
that came easily to him. His mom glanced up at him and smiled. She
knew that if she waited patiently, Jacob would apologize. And he did.

its either C. or A. but i would go with C.

i used to know but i learned it a long time ago sorry

explanation:

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serve the people! ,” smoothly translated by julia lovell, offers an initial sample of yan lianke’s writing to an english-speaking audience. a bluntly drawn, mildly erotic fable, it teases mao zedong by poking fun at a true believer who obeys the chairman’s precepts too literally. to a western sensibility, the broad strokes of yan lianke’s humor would seem to pose little risk of inciting rebellion, whether of the flesh or of the body politic. but then, part of the book’s attraction is that it doesn’t have a western sensibility. it lets the reader see — or rather, intuit — what jokes chinese officials don’t consider funny, and how very little it takes for a writer to be branded an incendiary in 21st-century china, more than three decades after the death of mao, a decade after the death of deng xiaoping and seven years since china entered the world trade organization, a move that would seem to signal a willingness (however wary) to mingle with the rest of the world.