How did you organize your things​

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I organise my things in alphabetical order for school books eg: English comes before geography. For clothes I do it colour code. For notes I make I do it by dates I made it

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Answer 2
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I always organise my things alphabetically


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What does Lady Capulet think Juliet should be weeping for?Romeo's banishment

Tybalt's death

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Tybalt's death. Lady Capulet barely knows who Romeo is. She has no idea that her daughter is in love with him so therefore would not think that Juliet had been crying over his banishment or crying for joy that he is alive. Lady Capulet knows her daughter loved her cousin Tybalt so naturally she would assume Juliet would be mourning him.

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Tybalt's death

Explanation:her mom does not know about romeo

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The feature that identifies a passage as a portion of a memoir is that it records and offers insight into a personal experience.

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I would think the answer is D

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Memoir reccounts personal experiences

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