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Нужны люди на удалёнку ❗️ Платят до 15000₽ за вечер. Ищут работников на следующие вакансии (с опытом и без) —Разовые задачи - до 15 000₽ —SMM, Дизайн, Тексты - до 90т —Продажи, таргетологи - до 100т —Менеджер в Телеграм - до 70.000₽ Хоум офис - удалёнка для всех. Подписывайтесь и забирайте свежие вакансии! 
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The Thing You Want. Jack Trammell A soldier encounters a beautiful girl. Read 4 min -
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The New Food by Stephen Leacock I see from the current columns of the daily press that "Professor Plumb, of the University of Chicago, has just invented a highly concentrated form of food. All the essential nutritive elements are put together in the form of pellets, each of which contains from one to two hundred times as much nourishment as an ounce of an ordinary article of diet. These pellets, diluted with water, will form all that is necessary to support life. The professor looks forward confidently to revolutionizing the present food system." Now this kind of thing may be all very well in its way, but it is going to have its drawbacks as well. In the bright future anticipated by Professor Plumb, we can easily imagine such incidents as the following: The smiling family were gathered round the hospitable board. The table was plenteously laid with a soup-plate in front of each beaming child, a bucket of hot water before the radiant mother, and at the head of the board the Christmas dinner of the happy home, warmly covered by a thimble and resting on a poker chip. The expectant whispers of the little ones were hushed as the father, rising from his chair, lifted the thimble and disclosed a small pill of concentrated nourishment on the chip before him. Christmas turkey, cranberry sauce, plum pudding, mince pie--it was all there, all jammed into that little pill and only waiting to expand. Then the father with deep reverence, and a devout eye alternating between the pill and heaven, lifted his voice in a benediction. At this moment there was an agonized cry from the mother. "Oh, Henry, quick! Baby has snatched the pill!" It was too true. Dear little Gustavus Adolphus, the golden-haired baby boy, had grabbed the whole Christmas dinner off the poker chip and bolted it. Three hundred and fifty pounds of concentrated nourishment passed down the oesophagus of the unthinking child. "Clap him on the back!" cried the distracted mother. "Give him water!" The idea was fatal. The water striking the pill caused it to expand. There was a dull rumbling sound and then, with an awful bang, Gustavus Adolphus exploded into fragments! And when they gathered the little corpse together, the baby lips were parted in a lingering smile that could only be worn by a child who had eaten thirteen Christmas dinners. -
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The Crack. Charles Lambert A visit to an old friend takes an unexpected turn. Read 16 min -
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Людям старше 17 лет без денег. Ребят, ну в чём проблема? Зашли на @stagirovky, нашли работу за рубежом, вот вам деньги. Работы за границей завались. Даже люди без опыта, диплома и знания английского получают по 100 000 в месяц. А если хоть что-то умеешь - то и до 400 000 дойдёт. Все сидят на Headhunter, а в телеге найти работу за границей легче. В общем, зайдите на @stagirovky, выберите стажировку и поднимите деньжат. -
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The Stag The Sheep And The Wolf by Aesop One day a Stag came to a Sheep and asked her to lend him a measure of wheat. The Sheep knew him for a very swift runner, who could easily take himself out of reach, were he so inclined. So she asked him if he knew someone who would answer for him. "Yes, yes," answered the Stag confidently, "the Wolf has promised to be my surety." "The Wolf!" exclaimed the Sheep indignantly. "Do you think I would trust you on such security? I know the Wolf! He takes what he wants and runs off with it without paying. As for you, you can use your legs so well that I should have little chance of collecting the debt if I had to catch you for it!" Two blacks do not make a white. @one_story 
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Все эти кроссовки вы сможете продавать в своем магазине Покупать товар оптом не нужно. Кроссовки отправят наложенным платежом напрямую вашим клиентам, а прибыль с продаж переведут вам на карту. Чтобы отладить такой бизнес в сети, не надо быть гением. Заходите на канал Андрея Кима, он всё расскажет бесплатно: https://t.me/+sIHHp2QmhW0xMzMy 
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Rules of the Game. James Wood The aftermath of a sexual encounter reveals unpleasant truths about a couple's relationship. Read 7 min -
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Если вы хотите уехать за границу прямо сейчас — устройтесь в ООН. Там платят до 450 000 рублей за легкую работу, а граждан из СНГ берут в первую очередь. Английский не нужен, опыт тоже. Просто держите в подписках @profenture — там публикуют лучшие волонтерства, стажировки и гранты со всего мира. Так что уже сегодня вы сможете уехать на стажировку. Кстати, дистанционных позиций сейчас тоже очень много. Ну, вдруг вам неохота лететь куда-то, но хочется хорошо заработать? В общем, подписывайтесь и стройте международную карьеру, попутно помогая спасти мир: @profenture -
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With a Child's Eyes. Crispin Anderlini For seven weeks, three days and some number of hours we’ve come here; nocturnal pilgrims looking for answers — holding vigil while she drifts further from our grasp. Read 12 min -
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Директор Louis Vuitton уволился из-за высоких цен на одежду бренда и потери клиентов из России 🤷♀️ Майкл Бурк говорит, что 94% цены – просто наценка за этикетку. Он решил доказать, что такие же вещи можно продавать дешевле и открыл свой телеграм-магазин «Made in Italy», где одежда доступна каждому человеку из любой точки Земли. Здесь вы найдёте ИДЕНТИЧНЫЕ вещи Balenciaga, Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Fendi, Prada, только в 4-5 раз дешевле. Ребята доставляют в Россию и гарантируют качество. Те же ткани, те же технологии, то же качество – так зачем платить больше? Made in Italy – это когда берёшь Gucci по цене Zara: @made_in_italy_shop 
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Caged. Maria C. McCarthy The Neanderthal’s dog had been barking all day. Read 9 min -
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Как запустить магазин кроссовок без ИП, вложений в товар и аренды склада? С 7 июля Андрей Ким проведёт 10-ти дневный марафон, в котором бесплатно: 1. Выдаст вам доступ к товарам по оптовым ценам 2. Поможет создать онлайн-магазин в инсте/телеге 3. Расскажет, как привлекать клиентов и продавать им товары Всё это за 0 рублей — данный марафон поиск партнёров для расширения уже существующего бизнеса. Цель Андрея, передать вам знания и навыки, а дальше вам решать, что с ними делать. Подпишись, потом спасибо скажешь: https://t.me/+ZaAJHJWkNEY0NjM6 -
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Rewarding Superstitions. Fernando Sorrentino I live off the superstitions of others. I don't earn much and the work is pretty hard. My first job was in a seltzer plant. The boss believed, who can say why, that one of the thousands of siphon bottles (yes, but which one?) harbored the atomic bomb. He also believed that the presence of a human being was enough to prevent that fearful energy from being released. There were several of us employees, one for each truck. My task consisted of remaining seated on the irregular surface of the siphon bottles during the six hours daily required in the distribution of the seltzer. An arduous task: the truck jolted; the seat was uncomfortable, painful; the route was boring; the truckers, a common lot; every once in a while a siphon bottle would explode (not the one with the atomic bomb) and I would sustain slight injuries. Finally, tired of it, I quit. The boss hastened to replace me with another man who, with his mere presence, would prevent the explosion of the atomic bomb. Immediately, I learned that a spinster lady in Belgrano had a pair of turtles and that she believed, who can say why, that one of them (yes, but which one?) was the Devil in the form of a turtle. Since the lady, who always wore black and said her rosary, couldn't watch them continually, she hired me to do so at night. "As every one knows," she explained to me, "one of these two turtles is the Devil. When you see one of them begin to sprout a pair of dragon wings, don't fail to inform me, because that's the one, without a doubt, who is the Devil. Then we'll make a bonfire and burn it alive so as to make all evil disappear from the face of the earth." I stayed awake during the first nights, keeping an eye on the turtles: what stupid, clumsy animals. Later I felt my zeal to be unjustified and, just as soon as the spinster lady went to bed, I would wrap my legs in a blanket and, curled up in a folding chair, I would sleep away the entire night. So I never managed to discover which of the two turtles was the Devil. Later I told the lady that I was going to give up that job because it seemed it was bad for my health to stay awake all night. Besides, I had just learned that there was an old mansion in San Isidro overlooking a deep ravine and, in the mansion, a statuette depicting a sweet French girl from the end of the nineteenth century. The owners, a very old, grayhaired couple, believed, who can say why, that that girl was sad and pining for love and that if she didn't get a beau she would die shortly. They provided me with a salary and I became the statuette's boyfriend. I began to call on her. The old folks left us to ourselves, though I suspect they spied on us. The girl receives me in the gloomy parlor, we sit on a worn sofa, I bring her flowers, bon bons or books, I write poems and letters to her, she languidly plays the piano, she glances at me tenderly, I call her "my Love," I furtively kiss her, at times I go beyond what is permitted by the decorum and innocence of a late nineteenthcentury girl. Giselle loves me too, she lowers her eyes, sighs slightly and says to me: "When will we be married?" "Soon," I answer. "I'm saving up." Yes, but I keep putting off the date since I can't save more than a little towards our wedding; as I've already said, you don't earn very much living off other people's superstitions. @one_story -
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Нужны люди на удалёнку ❗️ Платят до 15000₽ за вечер. Ищут работников на следующие вакансии (с опытом и без) —Разовые задачи - до 15 000₽ —SMM, Дизайн, Тексты - до 90т —Продажи, таргетологи - до 100т —Менеджер в Телеграм - до 70.000₽ Хоум офис - удалёнка для всех. Подписывайтесь и забирайте свежие вакансии! 
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Grmay. Matthew Licht Haut Graves became hot graves, in his mouth. Read 11 min