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phoebe bridgers lilhuddy buddy KUROMI hat ate fr. had to discount double check. I’m def slytherin typa lad. Naruto sweater oversized was fire. what was your favorite outift????🫡🤞🫶🫵🫵🫵. @Hot Topic #sponsoredbyht

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Episode 1 | we were abt to get 4 ft of snow in mammoth and now I’m in milan italy Inducted Year: 1998 Play-Doh modeling compound started out as wallpaper cleaner. Joe McVicker learned from a teacher that kids usually found modeling clay too hard to manipulate. Discovering that the squishy cleaning product he manufactured could substitute, McVicker shipped some to the school.

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episode 1 | as long as u tell them they can win everything will be ok 👌 The laws first appeared in 1942 short story “Runaround,” though they were foreshadowed in his other work. Essentially these laws boil down to never allowing a robot to hurt any human, especially not a robot’s creator. Over the years this fictional device has been adapted into an unspoken rule of sci-fi that’s been endlessly followed, broken, and altered. Rick creating a ton of decoy families made of flesh-covered robots explains the Asimov reference. So what does the “cascade” mean? As Rick explains, since the decoy families are near-perfect decoys of the real Smith family, every decoy Rick would have the idea of creating his own decoy family. Then those decoy Ricks would create their own decoys and so on and so forth, thereby creating a literal cascade of Rick, Morty, Summer, Beth, and Jerry copies. We’ll let Rick take it away. Like ya bro

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cynicism, lamenting the bleak and meaningless linear march of life. and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness? Charles Bukowski

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Cognitive bias, i.e. overestimates of subjective probability and cost of catastrophic events, and irrational belief were explored as predictors of avoidance. Three groups-anxiety disordered clients, a mixed group of clinic outpatients, and normals--were administered several self-report inventories. Multiple regression analyses were used to investigate a modified version of the Agoraphobic Cognitions Questionnaire, the Belief Scale, and the Body Sensations Questionnaire as predictors of avoidance, as measured by the Mobility Inventory. It was hypothesized that frequency x probability x cost of catastrophic cognitions (and the occurrence of the events they represent) would be a better predictor of avoidance than frequency alone. It was also hypothesized that irrational thinking would be a significant predictor of avoidance. The results generally supported the hypotheses, with subjective probability emerging as a particularly potent predictor of avoidance. Theoretical and clinical implications are discussed.

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Nineteen Eighty-Four is a dystopian social science fiction novel and cautionary tale by English writer George Orwell. It was published on 8 June 1949 by Secker & Warburg as Orwell's ninth and final book completed in his lifetime. The way that he run. I be tweakin.

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Episode 1 | more hitters from Darwish. I wish I could feel like that sometimes. A university degree, four books, and hundreds of articles and I still make mistakes when reading, You write to me “good morning” and I read it as, “I love you”. — Mahmoud Darwish

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huh, what, what then just agree

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I can definitely relate. Went snorkeling off downtown Honolulu with a very fit friend. I had lived on a boat on the west coast for a number of years, considered myself a strong swimmer, and was a certified recreational diver. Was not in as great shape as him, but figured experience would even the delta. It was around low tide and very murky so we kept venturing further out looking for good sights around 10' deep. Crossed a ship lane at one point which was mildly disconcerting but otherwise fine and we were probably half a mile to a mile out. Like a moron, I'd been fighting to keep up with him instead of asking him to slow down. My goggles started fogging badly and the tide started coming back in, hard, so we decided to head back in. What had been a smooth swim out became pounded by strong waves. I was being pushed to the shore rapidly with every wave, but at the troughs there was only a foot or two of water over the sharp coral and rocks so had to stay up top and take the pounding while paddling against them to not get slingshotted across the sharp coral and volcanic rock. We slowly navigated a very twisty way back to avoid being cut to shreds, and also crossed that ship lane again but it was very busy now. Made it back with only many minor cuts/abrasions to my hands. Had been fighting so hard for so long that I barfed 30 seconds after getting onto the beach. He came ashore minutes later white as a ghost. That was a true wakeup call.