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1. Pomo oli tuohtuneessa mielentilassa. Hän melkein huusi Pipariselle, että mitään ihmistulkkeja ei missään tapauksessa saa näissä bisnesneuvotteluissa käyttää.
2. Kaikki Piparisen yritykset muistutella Pomoa siitä, ettei tätä ollut pätkääkään kiinnostanut, miten asia hoidetaan, kaikuivat kuuroille korville. Tilanne oli nimittäin muuttunut.
1. Sanna-Kaisan koti ei näyttänyt epookkisarjan sivistyskodilta, niin kuin Piparinen oli ennakkoon kuvitellut. Olihan Sanna-Kaisalla toki suuri hylly täynnä laatukirjoja, sen verran Piparinenkin osasi hyllyä arvioida.
2. Hän tiesi ja ymmärsi, että hyvä kirjallisuus oli aina arvossaan eikä paperikirja olisi vieläkään tekemässä kuolemaa.
Sanna-Kaisan koti oli kyllä sivistyskoti, boheemi sellainen.
Sanna-Kaisan koti oli kyllä sivistyskoti, boheemi sellainen.
1. "Mitä jos startattaisiin se rakkine vain uudestaan."
"Me ollaan tehty se jo kolme kertaa ja jokainen startti vie sen vartin ainakin, tai jopa puoli tuntia. Ollaan myöhässä jo nelkyt viis minsaa."
"Me ollaan tehty se jo kolme kertaa ja jokainen startti vie sen vartin ainakin, tai jopa puoli tuntia. Ollaan myöhässä jo nelkyt viis minsaa."
2. "Saataisko siihen edes englanti-suomi jotenkin toimimaan. Eikö meillä ollut niitä IT-guruja talo täynnä..."
"Vois saadakin, mutta mitä se tässä enää auttaa?"
"Hei, ruotsi-suomi-ominaisuus taitaa olla nyt ylhäällä."
"Vois saadakin, mutta mitä se tässä enää auttaa?"
"Hei, ruotsi-suomi-ominaisuus taitaa olla nyt ylhäällä."
A #ChristmasEve #TwitterStory from my house to yours.
I love my Christmas ornaments. Some are Victorian. Some are from my parent's first tree together in 1959. Some mean a lot. Many are from estate sales.
Mike bought me this German snake circa 1900.
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I love my Christmas ornaments. Some are Victorian. Some are from my parent's first tree together in 1959. Some mean a lot. Many are from estate sales.
Mike bought me this German snake circa 1900.
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In 1960 my parents bought a box of Shiny Brite satellite-shaped ornaments. They have been my favorite ornaments my entire life.
This year Mike picked one up and asked about it. I told him the whole story. He promptly broke it.
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This year Mike picked one up and asked about it. I told him the whole story. He promptly broke it.
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He felt TERRIBLE and I kept telling him it was OK. They ae fragile. I told him the story of my friend Carol (whose mom turns 100 Jan 7! Want to send her a card?) whose giant German Shepherd took out a tree of 100 year old + Victorian ornaments.
Mike still felt awful!
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Mike still felt awful!
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#Twitterstory!!! I'm bored!!
My friend went to visit her family & called me breathlessly in the middle of the night!
Beth: OH MY GOSH I HAD THE SCARIEST DREAM! I WOKE UP SCREAMING!!
Me: What was it?!
Beth: I was driving the Buick Riviera down a country road...
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My friend went to visit her family & called me breathlessly in the middle of the night!
Beth: OH MY GOSH I HAD THE SCARIEST DREAM! I WOKE UP SCREAMING!!
Me: What was it?!
Beth: I was driving the Buick Riviera down a country road...
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Beth: It's dark-I can't see-up ahead there is something in the road-I'm going too fast to stop-I'm getting really scared and suddenly-just as I am about to run over it-(She starts getting loud, she is scared and unnerved!!) IT STANDS UP!! (She screams-totally freaking out)
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OH MY GOD!!! I think!!! What horrible terrible thing did my friend see in this nightmare that has her calling me up in near hysterics!!?!!
Me: (now almost yelling myself!) What was it??!!!
Beth: IT WAS SO SCARY! (she squeals)
Me: WHAT???!!
Beth: A PINECONE!!!
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Me: (now almost yelling myself!) What was it??!!!
Beth: IT WAS SO SCARY! (she squeals)
Me: WHAT???!!
Beth: A PINECONE!!!
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I'm going to take a shot at doing a story here on twitter. Here. We. Go. #twitterstory
Trana ran her fingers around the lip of the mug. She'd been nursing the coffee in the hopes that the longer she took to drink it, the longer it would keep her awake. She had to 1/?
Trana ran her fingers around the lip of the mug. She'd been nursing the coffee in the hopes that the longer she took to drink it, the longer it would keep her awake. She had to 1/?
keep an eye on them, the creatures in the long, ceiling high cages that lined two walls of the lab. She hated pulling the nightshift, but someone had to do it. Besides, management had decided that everyone had to do it at least once a month. 2/?
So here she was, watching them. She hated the way that they watched her, always watched her, never blinking. They couldn’t find a species with eyelids to study? She shivered, an array of green and blue and yellow pairs of eyes pacing in the darkness. She’d been told 3/?
