2021.12.07 12:09 edditbot (+69214) United Nations official visiting Alabama to investigate 'great poverty and inequality'
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2021.12.07 12:09 N84_V1 Off for a jab, thought I'd give the look a bit of airing! @justbennunan on Insta 🙂
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2021.12.07 12:09 GumiRedditOffical How do we pray? - Pentecostal
I've always had trouble praying and when I ask, I always get the same answer.
"There isn't a "right" way to pray." "Just say what comes to your mind." Etc..
I feel, "selfish" when I pray.
"Dear God, please," please. That makes me feel horrible. Because almost everything I say in prayer starts with a "please".
"Please keep us safe. Please bless everyone. Please. Please. Please."
I feel like all I do is ask God for things. And I understand it's okay, but I want to do more. I want to just TALK with Him, I try. But I can't, because I can't hear him. It's hard talking to someone and not being able to hear them speak back to you.
Jesus prayed so hard he sweat blood. How!? I wish I could speak so hard to God I sweat!...sometimes..lol
I don't know what to do. Is there a correct way to pray? I need help.
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2021.12.07 12:09 -en- @Reuters: In a blog post, the social media service announced a slew of changes for teen users. Instagram head Adam Mosseri is due to testify in a Congressional hearing about protecting kids online 2/4 https://t.co/kdIRTo5waG
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2021.12.07 12:09 Barley_an_Hops 100 Day Plant Challenge! #32
2021.12.07 12:09 ZephirAWT ‘Shut up and calculate’ does a disservice to quantum mechanics
2021.12.07 12:09 iamccsuarez MONAT FAITH MANIPULATION: "IF YOU DON'T JOIN MONAT YOU DON'T TRUST GOD."
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2021.12.07 12:09 PerrySwanson_9 Tentacle Coffee
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2021.12.07 12:09 rubeserra "Lady", painted by Georgina de Albuquerque, 1906
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2021.12.07 12:09 Big_Face8940 Nap time after a run and a shower. What a life he has.
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2021.12.07 12:09 O54ma Ordered a custom sticker from lovelystickers for my WRC wheel and thats how it turned out. Tried contacting them and i never got back any reply but while ordering they were great with responding to my questions.
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2021.12.07 12:09 -en- @Reuters: EU paves way for cheaper internet, bicycles, solar panels https://t.co/SYiY14ntFV https://t.co/WHA1fvvAeL
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2021.12.07 12:09 hartsramelia Festive kitty
2021.12.07 12:09 JustAnother_Brit Found recently on r/askreddit
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2021.12.07 12:09 rocketinspace Captain America is pulling the card [Avengers/Thunderbolts #4]
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2021.12.07 12:09 PerrySwanson_9 Holmes & Watson
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2021.12.07 12:09 SSRless Damage Dealt and ATk increases
so i just noticed Dellon and Fodina Eileen have a different word in passive
fodina eileen lv6 is Increases Atk by 8.5%
dellon at passive at lv6 is Increases Damage Dealt to enemies by 18% <<< hugh margin over eileen's
so how's the different ? which one is better ? do they stack when put in the same team ?
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2021.12.07 12:09 tggoulart Between now and February 3, 2022, Sony will give a standard ticket to see the Uncharted movie to anyone who buys or upgrades to the Uncharted: Legacy of Thieves Collection on PS5 (US, UK, AU, NZ)
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2021.12.07 12:09 snkde iRobot Roomba i4 Vacuum Cleaning Robot (Refurbished) $184 + free shjipping [Use code 'SAVEONFAVES' at checkout]
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2021.12.07 12:09 -en- @Reuters: Instagram said it will be stricter about the types of content it recommends to teens in the photo-sharing app and will nudge them toward different areas if they dwell on one topic for a long time https://t.co/6qJRy2zUoM 1/4 https://t.co/iOWiOTMjVt
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2021.12.07 12:09 Chemical-Macaroon-83 help the man with his deck
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2021.12.07 12:09 Capt_Irk Santa Claus back when he worked for IBM (1966)
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2021.12.07 12:09 McMadman I don't remember the people in my house
There are people downstairs and I don't know who they are. I don't remember why they're here. I don't remember why they are shouting my name. I don't remember a lot of things anymore. Please, don't forget me. Remember, remember, remember.
I made my fortune selling some middleware I had been working on in my spare time to a growing tech company. This was back in 2002 (or was it 2003?). A long time ago. I was barely in my thirties and rich beyond my wildest imagination. But you quickly realise money brings little joy when you’ve got no one to share it with.
I had someone back then. I still remember her face, I do. I promise.
She had eyes that would weep at Christmas adverts. She had hair that would turn brown at the roots when she hadn’t been to the hairdressers. She had a crooked smile that would reveal itself when she danced. She was mine. Then she wasn’t.
She was killed the day after we celebrated one-point-something million pounds arriving in our bank account. October 19th, I remember. We were rich. We were happy. Then we weren’t.
A snowstorm. Black ice. Car found at bottom of cliff. Her green eyes, her dyed hair, her crooked smile all wiped from the earth. I remember trying to identify her. It was near impossible.
I don’t remember much else.
Since then I’ve been trapped in this crumbling village in the middle of the Yorkshire moors. My wife and I had stumbled across it on our way to a seaside holiday, we fell in love with the rugged ruralness and bought a cottage on the outskirts. It was to be a private getaway where we’d grow old together. Now I’m just old and alone.
The last eighteen years have found me drinking away my fortune. There’s one pub in the village - The Steele & Oake, built in 1797. You’d be forgiven for thinking that dècor hadn’t been updated since then. A cold and baron place where only the desperate would drink. I’d spend my nights with one or two alcoholics, farmers mostly, I think. We had nothing in common so we kept ourselves to ourselves.
Occasionally, a lost tourist would stumble into the decrepit pub. They were always on their way to somewhere nicer most of the time but had gotten lost or their car had broken down. I helped a few of them, I think. I remember giving lifts as long as they didn’t mind a bit of buzzed driving. None of them stayed very long - why would anyone want to spend their days with a sad drunk? As my wife would say, I think.
This afternoon, a blizzard came in from the coast. The forecast said snow was going to hit the valley for at least the next three days. Around three o’clock, a young couple came blustering in from the snow. You could tell they were tourists, dressed in bright neon winter outfits that stung against the dark pub.
I was going to take a few bottles home and drink myself through the storm but the fella insisted on buying me another round. There was a desperation in his voice that made me suspect I was in the presence of a fellow alcoholic. Don’t get many free drinks in this village, so got to take them where you can.
He was called John. A tall man; slim in some places, fat in others. His receding hair was partially hidden under a green bandana. She was called Jane. A pretty young thing, dressed in a yellow puffa jacket, with dark hair and blonde highlights.
And so the drinking began. John and Jane were happy and beautiful and polite. It made me sick. I wanted to hate them; their joyousness made no sense in my world, but I was having an unfortunately good time.
She asked if I remembered her. Something had been floating amongst the burnt remains of my brain - a flickering image, maybe a smell, I couldn’t grasp it though. My memory has turned to dust. I’ve been known to even forget my own name at times. Her smile faded. She said her last name was Hardwick. Family friends, I think. Must have been one of the wife’s many acquaintances. She was always entertaining people. Hosting weekends so friends can enjoy what she liked to call the real outdoors. Jane must have been young when my wife was obliterated at the bottom of that cliff.
Jane asked if I ever redecorated the hallway. It was a phrase that stung. My wife despised the garish pink and blue flowered wallpaper and constantly demanded it gets stripped away. The problem was the room had towering high ceilings meaning the walls stood like giant monoliths. It would have taken at least a week to strip it all and at the time, I thought I had better things to do. John let out a sharp harsh laugh. I changed the subject.
After a few more drinks, I excused myself to go to the toilet. The urinal had been mysteriously smashed the week before, so I locked myself away in the cubicle and treated myself to a sit down piss. Just as I was about to start, the bathroom opened and I heard someone squeak in across the tile floor. They stopped outside the cubicle. A pair of expensive walking boots looked up at me from the gap underneath the stall. The shoes had barely got a lick of dirt on them.
“That you, Josh?” I slurred.
It was John. He didn’t realise the urinal was broken. I sat in silence for twenty seconds as I tried to piss. No chance, so I surrendered the cubicle. John had been waiting so close to the door his nose must have almost touched it.
He said that it was a shame that I didn’t remember his wife. I agreed, it was. I had forgotten a lot of lovely things in my life and she seemed like a lovely young lady, I told him. She was, he said. He stared at me for a moment before sliding into the cubicle.
Back at the table, Jane was staring out the window. The snow was picking up something fierce. It was being thrown around the landscape by an angry gale. Strange tunes whistled through the holes in the window frame. There was a newfound sadness on Jane’s face. She asked again if I remembered her. I lied and said that I did. It was unconvincing. Her face drooped further.
The blizzard pounded against the window. A pang of guilt spurred me to offer them a lift. They were staying at Oldman Farm, just a bit further out from my house. Jane gave me a wonky smile, but I could tell it wasn’t real. She put her hands over mine. They felt soft and warm. Her eyes were like emeralds, dazzling in the firelight. She told me that she was sorry. “What for?” I asked but John appeared at the table and downed the last of his pint. He said it was time to leave.
The blizzard was raging when we clambered into my rusted landrover and left the village. I could barely see beyond the car bonnet as the white flakes whipped around us. Everything had turned into mounds of snow of varying sizes - hills, trees, houses. Even the roadsigns had vanished into the whiteness, meaning I had to make my way back from memory. I made several wrong turns and had to spin the car around on the gathering ice.
Julie and Jim were barely paying attention. Harsh whispers formed small clouds of fog from their mouths. The word pathetic was muttered a few times. Eventually, Jane folded her arms and stared down at her feet. The windscreen wipers were the only sound for the rest of the journey as I watched Jeremy scowl at me through the rear-view mirror.
By the time we got to mine, the blizzard was screaming and pulling at the car. The rest of the journey would be downhill and treacherous even in the best of weather, there was no way Julian and Janet were getting back. I offered for them to wait it out back at mine - I had a few frozen Chicken Tika masalas meals and more than enough booze to tie us over.
John looked ready to deny the offer but Jane cut him off. She would love to stay, apparently. John glared out the window and told her to not waste her time through his gritted teeth. The passenger door opened and Jane silently got out.
“Women, eh?” I said.
John leant his head against the glass and told me that he hated me. He would never forgive me for what I had done to Judith.
“What did I do?” I asked.
He told me that I don’t remember. My head started to hurt. It was piercing, like a hot needle through the eye. My mouth tasted like sulfur. The rush of blood squeezed through my ears. I told him that I was sorry. He just grunted and got out of the car.
I took a bottle of Golden Ale out from the plastic bag beneath my feet and popped it open with a twist of my car keys. Three deep burning gulps and it was done. I felt better.
I couldn’t see John and Jane at the front door. I called out their names into the freezing void. Every shout was taken by the breeze. After a few desperate attempts of calling them, I gave up and decided to warm up inside. Maybe they would be easier to spot from the windows of the upper floor.
I slid my key into the lock but the door was already open. I’ve never been too fussed about home security but I could have sworn I locked it today. Jamie and Jill were already inside, their voices barking away from the kitchen.
Their argument has turned fierce. Wails bounced off the pink and blue hallways walls. Jennifer cried out that Jordan was a self-obsessed monster. Justin accused Jade of being a dirty little flirt. A plate smashed on the floor. I asked if everything was okay. Jim told me to fuck off and that I was a fat waste of space. Jill screamed at him to stop talking to me like that. I held my breath and crept upstairs.
I snuck into the bathroom as the shouting continued. I clicked the lock closed and sat down on the side of the bath. John accused Jane of wanting to leave him. He was slurring. Jane asked why would anyone want to spend their days with a sad drunk? and I began to cry.
I wish I could say I remembered her. I wish I could say I remembered my own name. But my mind is ash, a burnt inferno of crushed steel at the bottom of some cliff.
My name is John Hardwick. My wife Jane was killed when her car skidded off the road and rolled down a one-hundred-and-fifty foot cliff. I was supposed to take the car to the garage and replace the worn brake pads. I went to the pub instead. I forgot to tell her. I forgot. I forgot.
They’ve stopped arguing now but I can still hear them moving around the house. I think they’re looking for me. Stop crying, Jane. I remember now. I remember. I remember.
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2021.12.07 12:09 Oak987 Reverse job website
I don’t know about you all fine people, but I hate modern job application process where you have to complete pages and pages of stupid questions for each single position.
I am thinking about creating a reverse job website where you add a resume and then companies would apply to you. You create a questionnaire and they have to sit for hours and hours answering the same questions for each job candidate.
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2021.12.07 12:09 IamJonDouglas [OC] I was compleeetely in love with Arcane, so i made Jinx 💙 she was my first main in 2013 and my reason to start playing League 💙
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