Read the given summary of events, and write a longer story which covers everything described in the summary. The story you write should be longer than the summary you read, but should not repeat itself. The story should be made up of sentences which form a cohesive and logical sequence of events, and should be long enough to fill two or more paragraphs. Do not omit any details which were given by the summary. Make the story such that the summary is an accurate characterization of the paragraphs you write. Adding extra details in your story which are not mentioned in the summary is okay as long as they don't contradict anything in the summary.

Input: Consider Input: My wife and I took an impromptu trip to one of our favorite places. We didn't expect much out of it, but it became one of my favorite memories of all time.

Output: My wife and I went on a small, last minute vacation to Gatlinburg, Tennessee. It was in April of this year. It was a very memorable trip for me. I love spending time with my wife, and when we can get away at the last minute that just makes it that much more special. Gatlinburg is where we spent our honeymoon, and it has special significance to us. This time was special because we just bonded so much more than we usually do. We got to do more things because the weather was warmer this time around. We got to stay close to downtown, so we took a lot of walks together to a lot of different places. The most memorable part was sitting on a balcony at a restaurant overlooking the main road that goes through town. We spent hours there just talking and people watching. I still think about that afternoon and how much fun we had together just being together and not really doing anything at all. Besides that day, we had a couple great meals at some neat places. We also went to try a new place out that was really bad, and yet we still made the most of it. Overall, that trip was one of my most favorite times of my life. It was because I spent it with my favorite person I've ever met. We still talk about how we can't wait to go back, but I don't think any trip will compare to that one.


Input: Consider Input: I quit my job two weeks ago and put my family in financial stress. I quit my job because I almost killed someone by mistake.

Output: I quit my job two months ago now, after being so short-staffed and overworked that serious safety issues began to happen. Even though safety issues began to happen more and more, our supervisor simply kept piling on more work. Her boss told her it wasn't important and we could skip doing it, but my supervisor wanted to impress everyone and be "number 1" so she ignored all advice. Whispers began behind her back, the other pharmacists began to worry about their licenses but the pressure just kept mounting. I found the wrong pills in a bottle on the shelf and my supervisor got mad at me, even though I had not filled from that bottle at all that week. Nothing was ever mentioned again and I began to lie awake at 3 in the morning wondering if the wrong medication had gone out unnoticed before or since. This income was so important to my family, the job was so important to my self-worth but I knew if anything happened I would be liable no matter who was truly at fault. My job had been toxic to begin with, my supervisor was abusive and infamous in our company for being a nasty person. My coworkers trained me by yelling at me and then arguing and ranting with each other in Spanish about me. But I persisted, I did not want to let them win. Every morning I hoped I would get in a car wreck serious enough that I could not work for the foreseeable future. I snapped at my husband, I snapped at my child. Every moment not spent at work was filled with crushing dread that I would have to go back in a few hours. My marriage suffered greatly, my self-esteem was trashed. Yet still I kept on. But that one little tablet of Tramadol was enough to snap me out of it. I was terrified, someone with over a decade of experience had mistakenly put a controlled substance into a bottle of blood pressure medication. And no one caught it. The counts of the controlled medication done every day weren't off? That seemed odd to me, every tablet of those is so tightly accounted for that someone either counted wrong or they noticed but didn't have time to deal with the paperwork so they brushed it aside. How many times had it happened before? Why was I being blamed? These questions ate at me and ate at me until I realized I was killing myself for a job that would throw me under the bus even knowing criminal charges could be brought against me when I didn't do anything wrong. So I quit even though now we are relying on food banks and credit to make do.


Input: Consider Input: I spilled my beer when I was all alone in the house. and my house is much quieter when my wife and children are not here.But I love the loudness some time to.


Output: I wish I could get over my alcoholism. I genuinely want to change and I've managed to convince my loved ones that I've started the process but I'm no different from I was two weeks ago when I spilled beer in the empty house. I want to say that it's the beer that caused it but it's me. My behaviour has driven my wife and kids away. She took them to stay with her mother in California and I can't stay sober long enough to drive and go see them. I wasn't always this way but after I lost my job, I lost my purpose. I feel so cold and desolate all the time. Or at least, I felt. Even though I am no different, I have the hope that I can change. I've found religion and its my faith in its power that I've told my loved ones that I will change. So paradoxically, my lie was not at all insincere. When she left that morning two weeks ago, I went for comfort in what gave me misery in the first place. I took a case of beer from the basement and I drank and cried. It wasn't until my last beer that I looked into myself, drunk though I was, and realized that I must change. I went to the bookshelf and took up the only book I thought had power - power for me to overcome. I spilled my beer purposely while alone in the house. As I read the verses in John, I felt strength that I never had before and I stumbled to the sink to pour the beer out. I threw out my whole stash. I still have the desire but now I have hope.


