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Read the passage. The Power of the Wind Global warming and energy independence are important concerns for the United States. One of the most valuable renewable resources that can be used for energy is wind power. Using wind power will help our country reduce its dependence on fossil fuels which pollute the environment and are expensive to purchase from foreign governments. Installing wind turbines that harness the wind helps create thousands of new jobs which will boost the country's economy. Everyone in the United States supports the use of wind energy. The United States is taking big steps in using the power of the wind. In 2007, the U.S. wind power industry installed over 5,200 megawatts of power, which led to a 45% growth in wind power. However, there is still a lot of work to do. 86% of energy in the United States is still produced by fossil fuels. This demonstrates that our country still relies on these harmful pollutants that send carbon dioxide streaming into the atmosphere for its main source of energy. Many new wind power projects should be constructed in a nationwide effort to address global warming. There are many sites across our country that are excellent places to install turbines. The government should provide tax credits to land owners who choose to have turbines installed on their property. This would help the expansion of wind farms across the United States. We must move toward an energy independent nation that uses clean and sustainable resources. Wind power will help the environment, the economy, and our way of life. It is the wave of the future and the future should start now. Which statement best shows the author's bias by overstatement?
Read the passage. from Stef Soto, Taco Queen 1 After listening to Papi gush about the truck — the flattop grill and four-burner stove, the stainless-steel walls and brand-new tires —we were expecting a beauty, a champion purebred. This truck looked more like a scruffy shelter rescue, in need of a warm bath and a loving home. The tires were brand-new, but everything else seemed dented or dusty. Still, Papi stood smiling in front of the truck, his chest puffed up proudly, his hands planted on his hips. Mami and I looked at each other, then we smiled, too. 2 Until that Saturday morning, Papi had worked as a house-painter for a big construction company. He had to leave the house early, sometimes before the streetlights had flickered out, and he always came home with aching shoulders. At night, after he and Mami had sent me to bed, I would hear them whispering at the kitchen table: "But if I could start something of my own..." 3 After a while, those kitchen-table whispers grew into a roar of plans and daydreams. Standing over the stove, refrying beans, Papi would suddenly burst, "When I open my restaurant, I'll serve all kinds of beans ——not just refritos, but black beans and frijoles de la olla, too." His mother, my abuelita, had taught him to cook when he was my age. She didn't know where he might travel someday, she told him, but wherever he went, he would have her recipes to bring him back home. Now, nothing made Papi happier than sharing that warm at-home feeling with others. 4 Mami would spoon Papi's homemade salsa onto her breakfast eggs, take a bite, and then, with her mouth still half-full, exclaim, "Mi amor! At your restaurant, you must make your own salsa. Promise me, nothing from a jar." 5 And one sunny afternoon, when I poked around the refrigerator looking for something cool to drink, I asked, "Papi, can there be strawberry soda at your restaurant?" He swept me off the floor and lifted me over his head. 6 "Orale!" he shouted."Strawberry soda! Orange soda! Grape soda!" 7 I giggled, my braids dangling over Papi's nose."Lime soda! Mango soda!Cherry soda!"Mami shook her head at us and poured me a glass of ice water. 8 That's when we started saving. When the daydreams became so real we could taste them, as sweet and fizzy as strawberry soda. 9 Scrimping was harder than I thought it would be, but also a little like a game with all of us pitching in to pinch pennies. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner we ate plain beans wrapped in torn tortillas —so many that I still can't stand them. Mami stitched patches over the rips in my jeans instead of buying new ones. She also took in sewing projects from the dry cleaner's around the corner, gathering needle and thread after dinner and settling down to repair a seam or fasten a button. I thought I could make some extra money, too, maybe walking dogs or pulling weeds. Mami and Papi said no to that. Instead, they put me in charge of making sure we never left the lights on in an empty room, and agreed to let me chip in the nickels and pennies I had stashed in my piggy bank. I poured a silvery stream of coins onto the coffee table, and as the three of us sorted them into cardboard rolls from the bank, Papi put his hand over mine and said, "Gracias." Part A How do paragraphs 5-8 contribute to the development of the plot?