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2025.01.23 17:39 Jaded-Canary-8599 Santi Giménez Con Una Noche Brillante Hace Soñar Al Feyenoord Y Acaba Con El Poder Del Bayern
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2025.01.23 17:39 gingerayle4279 Trump administration’s abrupt cancellation of scientific meetings prompts confusion, concern researchers worry that NIH funding and scientific updates to the public could be affected. https://www.statnews.com/2025/01/22/trump-administrations-cancels-scientific-meetings-abruptly/
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2025.01.23 17:39 Ban_Porn Jacqueline Fernández
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2025.01.23 17:39 Impressive_Change140 Resource for HUBZone Compliance: Office Space & Military Spouse Staffing
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2025.01.23 17:39 Yurii_S_Kh “The Body of Christ, Always Being Broken”. A talk with Archpriest Valentine Asmus. Part 1
 | Archpriest Valentin Asmus The modern generation of Orthodox Christians in Russia can peacefully pray in church, and live in harmony and prosperity while practicing their religion. However, we remember that not so long ago, people could not baptize a child openly, purchase a Bible or a prayer book let alone the works of Christian theologians, or even go to church without facing persecution afterwards—especially those holding government positions. We discuss how believers lived during the Soviet era with Mitred Archpriest Valentin Asmus, rector of the Church of the Intercession of the Most Holy Theotokos in Krasnoye Selo, and Doctor of Theology. https://preview.redd.it/h11wipgz2see1.png?width=700&format=png&auto=webp&s=ba06adf57048b3663ae58cc8a2e8ca8b3c8f3b59 —Father, you were born into a family of Moscow intellectuals at a time when faith in God was not encouraged, to say the least, because the Soviet state was busy building a paradise on earth. Your father, the well-known philosopher Valentin Ferdinandovich Asmus, was a prominent figure. How did you come to the Church? Was faith something passed down to you from your parents at birth? —I cannot say that I was systematically taught the faith. But there were very strong impressions. My father read selected passages of the Bible to us, not only from the Old Testament but also from the New Testament. It was a large-format book with large print, bound in leather with gold embossing. I was overjoyed when, in 2018, the Pochaev Lavra reprinted that very edition and even replicated the binding, albeit with modern materials. I try to use pre-revolutionary editions of the Russian Bible. I do not recognize the usefulness of subsequent textual revisions, starting with the 1956 edition edited by the apostate Alexander Osipov, who was excommunicated from the Church in 1959 (Journal of the Moscow Patriarchate, 1960, No. 2, p. 27). But the problem lies not only in the individual, though numerous, “corrections” (work on them continued for decades after the 1956 edition), but also in the catastrophic transformation, or rather, deformation, of the text during its translation into the new orthography. Peace I leave with you, My peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you (John 14:27) becomes less comprehensible with the disappearance of the orthographic distinction between мiръ (world, universe) and миръ (peace, reconciliation). Icons also had a very powerful effect on my young soul. From an early age, I was taken to museums and church-museums, and at home, there were many albums with reproductions of icons. But the most profound impression I received was from a church service, which I attended at the age of seven. At the time, I didn’t yet know that I had been baptized as an infant. Once, I accidentally found the Life of Saint Barbara the Great Martyr at my grandmother’s house. I consider the reading of such (carefully selected) lives, in addition to Holy Scripture, essential for the upbringing of children. In my upbringing, the connection between the generations of old Russia and the Russia deformed by the revolution played a significant role. My father and grandmother were both born in the nineteenth century. As a child, my father served in the altar for Father Ioann Melnikovsky, a Kiev priest. My grandmother, the granddaughter of a deacon, not only sang in the choir of her school’s chapel but also read the Epistle during the Liturgy. At the age of nineteen, I visited the Pskov-Caves Monastery with my mother and sister. When we returned to my father and began telling him excitedly what we had seen, my father suddenly exclaimed with deep longing, “O God, is there still a place where normal life exists?” My father had visited both the Kiev Caves Lavra and the St. Michael’s Golden-Domed Monastery as a child, where the relics of the Great Martyr Barbara were kept at the time. He would tell us how his Protestant father would lead him to venerate the relics of the saint. The relics of the Great Martyr Barbara in St. Vladimir’s Cathedral, Kiev Regardless of what my father and grandmother said—or didn’t say—they bore a deep nostalgia. Once, I asked my father which era he would have liked to live in. His response was, “To be born during the reign of Nicholas I and die during the reign of Nicholas II.” I confessed and partook of Holy Communion For the first time on my own initiative when I was about ten years old. This happened in the Church of the Intercession in the village of Stanislav, in the Kherson region, where we spent our summers in those years. Unfortunately, it was the last year of that church’s existence. Khrushchev’s persecutions, often taking on criminal forms, were in full swing. The church was set on fire. There was little to burn, as it was a solid stone structure built in the late nineteenth century. The “firefighters” inexplicably punched a hole in the dome, after which the building was declared unfit for use. The priest suffered for several more years (churches were being closed everywhere, and there were no vacancies) until he finally received a new position. For over twenty years, the church stood abandoned until it was demolished in 1985. The Church appeared to us as the suffering Church, “the Body of Christ, always being broken,” in the words of the ever-remembered Patriarch Alexiy I. From childhood, the Church was inseparable from the suffering of people such as Archpriest Dimitry Balutsa, rector of St. Nicholas Church in the same village of Stanislav, known as “Uncle Mitya” in my grandmother’s recollections; Father Anatoly Zhurakovsky, whom my father befriended at St. Vladimir’s University in Kiev; and Father Pavel Florensky, whom my father met later in Moscow. Reading Father Pavel’s book, The Pillar and Ground of the Truth, as a young man, I was constantly reminded that the author was a holy martyr. It was also impossible not to think of the suffering of Alexei Losev, who, in a book published in the USSR, denounced the false religion of Bolshevism: “Thus, under the force of anathema, as smoke vanishes before fire, false faith collapses—faith that, in one way or another, leads to godlessness. Complete godlessness... Complete godlessness?” The Church of the Prophet Elijah on Obiden Lane —During your student years, you attended the Church of the Prophet Elijah on Obiden Lane. Why did you choose that particular church? Was there something special about it? —I didn’t only attend the church on Obiden Lane. I also visited the cemetery church in Vagankovo Cemetery, which was within walking distance from our home, and the church in the Sokol district. The Obiden Church was remarkable for many reasons. The priests—Father Nikolai Tikhomirov, Father Alexander Egorov, Father Vladimir Smirnov, and Father Sergei Borzdyka—were all very different from one another, and each stood out in his own way. Books have already been written about two of them. That quiet church exuded a palpable sense of nostalgia. It is no coincidence that it was located near the spot where the Cathedral of Christ the Savior once stood. The left choir was led by an elderly woman named Militsa, who dressed simply and modestly. But everyone knew her father once owned a shop selling Viennese chairs. At the steps of the ambo stood a small, hunchbacked old woman who had worked her whole life as a typist in some Soviet office. Yet everyone knew she was an Austrian baroness. Both the left and right choirs consisted mostly of elderly women, but they were led by the incomparable conductor Valery Georgievich, whose skill was unmatched. —Was your choice to pursue philological education related by any chance to your Christian faith? When I read the memoirs of people who lived during that time, it seemed to me that many young people tried to connect their fate with language studies or art history, so that later, through their work, they could be closer to God by having free access to spiritual literature, which was also under restriction. —The field I chose is called Classical Philology. It involves classical languages—Greek and Latin—and their corresponding literatures. My father had dictionaries and textbooks for these languages, along with collections of literature in them—not only philosophers but also Homer, the tragedians, and historians. Latin literature wasn’t as fully represented in its ancient form, but there were separate works not only from the medieval period but also of the modern era. Latin remained a universal language of science for a long time. But what attracted me was Christian literature. My father had two different editions of the Greek New Testament and the Vulgate—the Latin Bible. There was almost nothing by the Church Fathers, only Confessions and The City of God by Blessed Augustine. I wanted to learn to read all of this, and to in general have access to the writings of the Fathers of the Church. At the Faculty of Philology, I got what I wanted. Breaking all our stereotypical views of the Soviet educational system, the unforgettable Professor Andrei Cheslavovich Kozarzhevsky taught us the Gospel of Matthew and the Book of Revelations in Greek. This was a special course on “The Peculiarities of the Koine Language,” which brought together a small group of historians and philologists. There was no excitement around it; no one other than we were learning Greek, and no one from the streets wanted to get involved in the cases of Greek nouns and the forms of Greek verbs. For me, classical education was of immense significance and had a very broad meaning. To begin with, I started to understand the Russian language much better. Anyone who lives in an environment where their native language is spoken and reads many books in it feels they understand their language. But when I studied Greek and especially Latin, I felt that I didn’t fully know Russian, and the beautiful logic and detailed structure of the syntax revealed entirely new subtleties in my native tongue. I understood why the Tsarist Ministry of Public Education valued classicism so highly and why the Bolsheviks and their like hated it so much. In the late 1940s, when the “socialist camp” was formed, where there were still gymnasiums that taught Latin and even Greek, they decided to conduct an experiment in our country: They published a Latin textbook by Kondratiev and Vasnetsov and introduced Latin in the eight to tenth grades of a few schools in Moscow and St. Petersburg. Under Khrushchev, this experiment was abruptly ended. But the success was inspiring—from this ephemeral school of Latin, great scholars like Sergey Averintsev and Mikhail Gasparov emerged. For me, classical education had immense significance and a very broad meaning. —In 1978, you taught an incredible number of subjects in Moscow theological schools. I’ll list them: Latin, Church Slavonic, Byzantine studies, Ancient Greek, Patrology, and the History of the Local Orthodox Churches. Amazing! Did Moscow University provide you with this great wealth of knowledge? —I taught not only in 1978 but in the years following, up until 2007. As the need arose, I was given new subjects, sometimes being relieved of the old ones. According to my university diploma, I was only qualified to teach Greek and Latin. But by 1978, I was also given Church Slavonic and French. Over the years, I passed external exams for seminary and academy studies and earned the right to teach all the subjects in the curriculum. But those in charge, in my case as well as in all others, didn’t base their decisions on formal qualifications but on the inclinations and abilities of the teacher. And you didn’t mention one of my favorite subjects—the New Testament in the fourth year of seminary (the Acts and the Apostolic Epistles). —Forgive me, I overlooked that subject. Father Valentin, how did it come about that you became a priest? Please tell me, did you ever think as a child or in your youth that you would walk this blessed path? —I thought about the priesthood as a child. But then I began to realize how high it was, how responsible it was, and how unworthy I was of such a ministry. It was my spiritual father, Archpriest Vsevolod Shpiller, who blessed me for ordination to the diaconate. My parents had directed me to him, as they had heard about him from their friends. Father Vsevolod was, according to one elder, “a great priest.” He was an excellent preacher, a subtle theologian, and an inspired clergyman. The elder knew and appreciated all of this, but I think his brief description referred primarily to Father Vsevolod’s incomparable pastoral gift. Father Vsevolod’s ancestry were military. His father was an architect, but all his uncles were officers. And he himself dreamed of becoming a military man. The cadet corps accepted only children from the age of ten. To prepare for the corps, young Vsevolod Dmitrievich Shpiller entered the Kiev Real School of St. Catherine, where at that time my father was studying in the senior classes. But the revolution prevented him from finishing the corps, and the young Vsevolod Shpiller became a participant in the White movement, first in the cavalry and later in artillery. In the autumn of 1919, Anton Denikin issued a fateful order to send from the front all those who had not finished their education to appropriate educational institutions, and Shpiller was enrolled in the Sergiev Artillery School, which he was able to finish only in exile, in Bulgaria. At this time, Russian youth in Bulgaria had two elders: Archbishop Theophan (Bystrov), the former royal confessor, and Bishop Seraphim (Sobolev), who was recently canonized as a saint by the Russian and Bulgarian Churches. Vsevolod Shpiller came under the spiritual guidance of Bishop Seraphim, who directed him to study at the newly opened theological faculty of Sofia University. The opening of the faculty was made possible by the arrival of Russian church scholars in Bulgaria, such as the renowned Russian biblical scholar and patrologist Nikolai Nikanorovich Glubokovsky, lawyer Mikhail Valerianovich Zizikin, archpriest of the army and navy Georgy Shavelsky, and Mikhail Emmanuilovich Posnov. At the same time, Vsevolod Shpiller became acquainted with Bulgarian monasticism and was once a novice at the glorious Rila Monastery. Archpriest Vsevolod Shpiller After being appointed rector of the Russian parish in the Bulgarian town of Pazardzhik, Father Vsevolod also taught at Bulgarian educational institutions. When during World War II the Red Army entered Bulgaria, Archbishop Seraphim had to come under the jurisdiction of the Moscow Patriarchate. Father Vsevolod had already become deeply attached to Bulgaria, its Church, and its faithful people. But Bishop Seraphim blessed him to return to Russia, and Father Vsevolod unquestioningly returned with his family in 1950. Life in Russia was not peaceful. For instance, that same year, the Moscow priest Father John Krestiankin, who later became well-known throughout Russia, was arrested. In 1951, Father Vsevolod was appointed rector of the St. Nicholas-in-Kuznetsi Church in Moscow, where he served until his death (†1984). In 1970, I came to Father Vsevolod, and from that time, I lived under his guidance. By then, I had begun to understand something of the sacred ministry. I knew that the priesthood was “great and terrible,” as one of the liturgical prayers says. But Father Vsevolod, asking me two or three times in a joking manner, “Well, why haven’t you entered the seminary yet?” began to speak seriously with me about ordination. First he interceded for my ordination as a deacon at the Nikolo-Kuznetskaya Church, but his request was silently declined. Then, my friend Vladimir Vorobyev, a physicist, who had entered the Patriarchal Elokhovsky Theophany Cathedral in Moscow as a sacristan in order to enter the theological seminary, informed me that the cathedral needed readers and strongly advised me not to miss this opportunity. After I had been a reader for some time, the senior sacristan of the cathedral, Nikolai Semenovich Kapchuk, introduced me to his friend from his days at the theological academy, Archbishop Vladimir of Dmitrov, the rector of the Moscow Theological Academy and Seminary. https://preview.redd.it/qij4of4a3see1.png?width=300&format=png&auto=webp&s=0af751f09bcd9d41183e5b05a728157cf52b9175 Archbishop Vladimir accepted me as one of the faculty members of the theological schools under his charge, where I began to work in September 1978. At the end of that year, Archbishop Vladimir called all the lay professors to receive ordination. When Father Vsevolod learned of this, he immediately instructed me to write the corresponding petition. Very soon, on February 11, 1979, I was ordained as a deacon. I became a cleric of the Protection Church of the Moscow Theological Academy and Seminary at the Trinity-Sergius Lavra, but in reality, I immediately began serving at the St. Nicholas Church in Kuznetsi. Father Vsevolod wanted me to be ordained a priest, but during his lifetime this proved impossible. Only on February 14, 1990, did Archbishop Alexey (Kutepov; now the Metropolitan of Tula and Efremov) ordain me as a priest at the request of the new rector of the St. Nicholas Church, Archpriest Vladimir Rozhkov, after the death of Father Vsevolod. —During the years of persecution against the faith, many spiritually enlightened elders struggled and served God, the Church, and the people. Did you meet any of them? Please tell us about them. —The Lord granted me the opportunity to meet holy elders. One of them was Hieromonk Pavel (Troitsky) from the Danilov Monastery. A book has been published about him, so I won’t speak much about his life. He used to warn me against being loquacious. When the Danilov Monastery was restored, Father Pavel strictly forbade anyone from speaking about him so that no one would try to seek him out for idle questions or sensational reports. After his release from prison he lived in strict seclusion and communicated only through letters. He was known by very few, but his flock lived in various parts of the country. He wrote: “I fear no one, but I wish to die quietly, without any honors, as millions of people guiltlessly died in camps.” Father Pavel had the gift of discernment, which knew no boundaries. He could see external events, even if they occurred hundreds or thousands of miles away from him, and he saw them in advance, even before they took place. But most importantly, he could see the depths of the human heart, that which a person had never spoken aloud to anyone. Those who dared to approach Father Pavel did so most often to receive life-changing advice—whether spiritual or practical. His counsel was imperative: “This is God’s will,” and “This is not God’s will.” His advice was usually received with reverence and carried out meticulously. But if anyone had doubts or hesitations in difficult situations, over time, the circumstances revealed that the elder’s advice truly expressed the will of God. Meeting with Father Pavel brought immense joy, and life itself seemed filled with the feeling of an ongoing feast. The name of another elder, sent to us by the Lord, was also Pavel—Archimandrite Pavel (Gruzdev). Many people know of him; there are numerous written testimonies, as well as many audio and video recordings about him. The two Fathers Pavel were very different. Hieromonk Pavel (Troitsky) was a very educated man, who graduated from theological seminary. He studied at the theological academy, but the First World War forced him to become an officer. Archimandrite Pavel (Gruzdev) could not study anywhere because he was born too late—by the time he reached school age, seminaries no longer existed, let alone academies. He appeared to be a “common” priest, indistinguishable from his village flock. But one day, while in Moscow, he was asked to give a sermon on a Sunday. He delivered a sermon that adhered strictly to the rules of pre-revolutionary homiletics, without the slightest trace of the folksy speech—his usual manner of speaking. The two elders were united primarily by their profound love for their flocks. Mercy, compassion, patience, and forbearance all burned and warmed in Archimandrite Pavel, and people were drawn to him—elderly women from the countryside, the youth, and even elderly scholars. Proud and superficial critics portrayed him as a “panderer,” which he was not. He clearly spoke out against evil and strictly demanded that it be avoided. But his weapon was not harsh condemnation; it was boundless love, capable of melting even the coldest or most despairing, broken heart. And in his presence, one could feel the solemn joy of a victory that had overcome the world. 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2025.01.23 17:39 Technical-Heat-6141 Which country is better to pursue a masters degree? UK or Germany?
Hi, so I’m in a bit of dilemma right now. I got rejected by us visa a year before (for sept 2024 intake) and took a gap to focus on mental health (have depression). I’m deciding whether to go to UK or Germany for masters in computer science degree. I have few relatives in UK so my mom wants me to go to UK.
As education in Germany is free, I’m thinking of going there. My main goal of going abroad to pursue higher education is live by myself for some time. I have no hopes of earning huge sum of money there. I will be grateful if I get the chance to earn back the tuition fees. My parents want me to get married asap. I want to know who I’m as a person before I get married. I’m a woman, my parents won’t wait till I get experience for 2 years here in Nepal and go do masters abroad. My mom has told me she will marry me off if I decide to do a masters here. So I need out.
I heard that it’s difficult to get jobs in UK, I’m scared I might not be able to earn the tuition fees. I don’t think I can live with the guilt of wasting my dad’s hard earned money. But then Germany has the problem of learning language. At least in the Uk I can earn some money by working in the service industry. I might not be able to do that in Germany. I have little to no experience. Have done a 3 month internship only. So I know it will be tough for me to get jobs in both the countries. Which is the best case scenario do you think?
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2025.01.23 17:39 the-drewb-tube Some sea smoke yesterday at the Lincolnville ferry terminal
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2025.01.23 17:39 Lmdr1973 No, Citra. Sorry.
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2025.01.23 17:39 Pup_Ranger More layout pictures
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2025.01.23 17:39 tempestuoustrans catharsis listening to etienne
I have not been having a good 2025. I relapsed pretty bad into depression/suicidal ideation back in September and haven't really improved, I'm currently very isolated bc I got covid and have to quarantine @ my parents house, and I've been having extremely bad dysphoria. add in the ongoing [gestures broadly at the world] and I've just been kind of numb for the last couple weeks.
I listened to perverts when it came out and loved it, but etienne wasn't my fave (pulldrone 4ever) and I don't think I've listened to it since. but I had my music on shuffle and it came on and I immediately started tearing up, and once the guitar hit I just bawled and kept going for the rest of the song. nothing is fixed and I'm very tired, but I feel like a person again. thank you hayden
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2025.01.23 17:39 rakelxoxo possible ICE spottings
I don’t care what you think about it but I’m putting out a PSA for my immigrant friends/brothers/sisters; ICE has been spotted in Geyer Springs, Russellville and Conway. looks like they might be targeting places off highways like hospitals, walmarts, restaurants etc.
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2025.01.23 17:39 develliumm Cooling pad or laptop stand?
Which is better: a cooling pad or a laptop stand? Is there a big difference between them?
Concerned about potential dust getting involved with the cooling pad, as well as the fact that cooling pads are a lot more expensive.
I am wondering if they really are worth the price, or if a laptop stand could do just as good of a job (without the cooling aspect, of course).
Recommendations as well would be appreciated!
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2025.01.23 17:39 muslimah-MD Federal court hearing on 19th december after the perp walk
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2025.01.23 17:39 TheTrueReligon He makes a good point
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2025.01.23 17:39 BurkeC_69 favorite character you were terrified of as a child but love now?
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2025.01.23 17:39 Money-Function9024 17m looking for friends or a relationship Mt snap is joshua_tolb2024
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2025.01.23 17:39 poisonous_kiss69 I was being followed home by a group of strangers in an Uber and the driver did nothing
I had something happen to me that was absolutely terrifying and I just need to vent and remind you that there are scary people out there. It was early in the evening and I was shopping at the grocery store, i was standing by the flowers for about five minutes, looking at them, trying to decide what to get. I noticed a guy lurking around me, He stood there the entirety of the time I was there then approached me and said something about my appearance to me I had a headphone in so I pretended to not hear him and walked away, I went right to the express checkout line, him and two other guys got right behind me in line. I checked out and watched the guy who spoke to me go to the door so he was out there waiting for me when I walked out. I don’t drive so I was waiting for my Uber and I was just like kind of walking around outside of the store… Again, he came up to me. I pretended not to hear him but he got right in my face so that I could see that he was talking to me. I did have my headphone in so I was really trying to avoid him he proceeded to ask questions like what’s my name and phone number and where I live and then he kept asking me for my Instagram. He said “I need u I need to know u” that was terrifying alone. I kept saying I was married and that I don’t have Instagram and shaking my head because I was uncomfortable and then he was repeatedly calling me a liar and I just said I gotta go please I gotta go. There were a bunch of people walking around and I was visibly uncomfortable but no one stopped or said anything I feel so bad for myself because it was a really bad situation. I could tell this man had no good intentions. My Uber finally got there after a few minutes of getting harassed outside of the building by him, I get into my Uber and I see him run into his car, start it and get right behind my Uber. Tears came to my eyes as i watched this car make every return that my Uber did, I had mentioned to the driver that I was being followed by the car behind him and repeatedly asked if he could take a different street given the situation and he paid no attention to it like he thought I was nuts. I was crying begging him saying “please please turn on this street” like even if u don’t speak the same language as someone you can tell by body language that they need help or are in an unsafe situation. I was so fucking scared I’ve never been more scared in my life. we finally pulled up to my house and I saw clear as day It was them behind me and my heart dropped. They stopped right behind my Uber and slowly rolled up on the side of it stopped for a second and then kept driving. I ran into my house and called the nonemergency line for my town and reported it. They told me they would send an officer to come take a report. I waited for two hours then finally called them again and they completely forgot about me. So I waited forever to make a report but they finally came. I’m feeling scared. Im feeling alone. I’m feeling so so beyond let down and most of all SO unsafe. Looking back I really wish pepper sprayed him when he was in my face harassing me. thanks for listening if you’ve read this far I am so terrified and don’t really know how to feel so if you have any advice I will take it, thanks friends.
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2025.01.23 17:39 Old-Initiative-5235 My coloring “assistant.”
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2025.01.23 17:39 azerty_04 Well, the emoji say all can be said.
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2025.01.23 17:39 SnooStories2399 Do y'all agree?
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2025.01.23 17:39 MisterWednesday6 What's the most stupid thing you've ever seen on a local Facebook page?
Was motivated to ask this question after checking out the page for the rural town where I used to live and seeing this - "Does anyone know if the surgery is open? Their answering machine says it's closed."
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2025.01.23 17:39 throwaway-25434 2025 BJK Cup | Qualifiers Group Draw 🇦🇺🇰🇿🇨🇴
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2025.01.23 17:39 Defiant-Fan-3586 Opinion ?m17
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2025.01.23 17:39 X1nfectedoneX How to switch child benefit from me to my wife?
Hi everyone, sorry but I’m totally lost and hope you can help me.
I’ve been claiming child benefit for years but I would like my wife to start claiming for it asap. Do you know a simple way to switch it over? And can I do it now or do I have to wait until a new tax year? Sorry but I’m totally lost and don’t want to mess this up!
Thank you!
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