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denoting or relating to a molecular structure in which two particular atoms or groups lie on opposite sides of a given plane in the molecule, in particular denoting an isomer in which substituents at opposite ends of a carbon–carbon double bond are also on opposite sides of the bond: Compare with cis.

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It was a pastel-colored, warm evening. The sun was just setting as Rosie started to clean her newborn puppies on her slowly bobbing fishing boat of a home. It was a litter of beautiful Welsh Corgi dogs who would not be opening their big brown eyes to their world of food, canines, starry nights, and the gentle sea twisting and turning untill a week or so. Rosie lifted her head up suddenly, sensing something or someone approaching. A pup tumbled over with the jerked movement. The foul smell of fish filled the whole boat. Mr.Passes, the young fisherman that owned Rosie, stumbled over to the new mother, almost falling down in his slippery boots. He slowly sat down on the tough wooden boards of the boat's deck.
"Y'all got yourself some beautiful puppies, Rosie.", Mr.Passes said as he started to run her dark-colored hands through her soft, ginger fur. Mr. Jacob Passes seemed to always know the right thing to say. Though his family's always had a way with words. They always did.
Then he slowly looked down at his blue rubber boots as his eyes started to tear up. Jacob's hands wandered away from Rosie but to the creaky floorboards. "Too bad Casper can't see 'em. He would 'ave been proud, 'ouldn't he?".
Rosie's ears perked up to her mate's named, but then slowly drooped down. There was an awkward silence, but the pups broke it soon enough with their weak squeals. Rosie again quickly turned her head back down and the puppies began to be nursed.
Jacob broke out of his trance and stood up. "So whaddaya want to name 'em?", he said gleefully. "Oh! I have an idea, let's name 'em after countries! Just a minute, Rosie!", Mr.Passes ran to the other side of the boat, coming back with a notepad and a pencil. "I'll write down the names, so I down froget!". He eyed the litter. Brown, black, ginger, and white fun filled the scene. They were slightly sticky and new. Jacob started writing. "This one here be France, and this one be America, Japan, China, Russia, Mexico, and.... Michigan!"
Rosie looked at her master quzzically.
He blushed. "Oh yeah, Michigan ain't a country, that the lake we is fishing on! Uh, his name'll be Canada.", Jacob exclaimed proudly.

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