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2021.09.20 03:28 2noame Opinion | The Economic Mistake Democrats Are Finally Confronting
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2021.09.20 03:28 SharpBeat Why is there no snow on Mount Rainier?
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2021.09.20 03:28 Ludebehavior88 Some beautiful LLexuss I saw at a car show I was also in this weekend. Long Beach, CA Formula Drift.
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2021.09.20 03:28 itstrashtuesday Is it normal to have violent dreams?
I had a seriously disturbing dream the other night. Like very graphic and uh creative torture was involved. I've had a lot of dreams like this over my life. I once had a dream about a cannibal farm. When I talk about these dreams to other people they seem pretty horrified. So I was wondering if other people have dreams like these?
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2021.09.20 03:28 DudeThatsSpermNoMilk One again can any mods find out why I Got permanently banned and if you can let me back in My username is Kitsune
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2021.09.20 03:28 ppersonanongrata Said he was a chihuahua breed, but any ideas otherwise? Thinking he's bred as a mix of another dog
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2021.09.20 03:28 rayray29er Beautiful cactus blossom in San Diego, CA USA
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2021.09.20 03:28 The_Pasta_Pirate98 (NSFW) (Read before clicking) Photo of two German women killed and raped along with three children by the Soviets in Metgethen, Germany circa 1944-1945.
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2021.09.20 03:28 OldRepublicOfAmerica How to Prepare for More Supply Chain Disruptions
| How to Prepare for More Supply Chain Disruptions |
I went to an office supply store today to purchase an ink cartridge for my at-home printer. As I was searching the aisle, a sales associate approached me and told me that they are having trouble keeping the dual ink cartridge sets in stock because HP is still experiencing supply chain disruptions. It was just one more item to add to the ever-growing list of shortages. Most Americans have had a similar experience at this point.
What do ink, canned corn, patio heaters, Lysol, and medication have in common? They are all items that are hard to find due to shortages. And there are countless more. The problem with the COVID-19 supply chain disruption is that it is still disrupted, and more delays and shortages are expected with cases currently on the rise.
According to the World Economic Forum, “COVID-19 and related responses are delivering an extraordinary shock both on supply and demand sides to the global economy – by shuttering production and cutting consumption.”
However, this isn’t the first time the global supply chain has been disrupted, and it won’t be the last. By looking back at supply chain disruptions throughout history, we can understand why COVID-19 has caused so many shortages.
Supply chains throughout history
Supply and Demand Executive explains, “The following are common triggers of supply chain disruptions:
It is not merely an issue of transportation that causes supply chain disruptions. For instance, the 2011 Fukushima earthquake and tsunami resulted in major problems for supply chains. A Merck chemical plant was located in the affected area. This particular plant was the only place in the world where a certain pigment that gives cars their glittery shine was made. Since the plant was shuttered, it meant car manufacturers could not finish producing vehicles. Therefore, Ford and Chrysler could not fulfill orders.
Disruptions tend to affect geographic regions and industries; however, they tend to not last long. But, as Supply and Demand Executive points out, “All the situations mentioned earlier - fires, hurricanes, even the tsunami - were addressed and eventually people were able to move on within a few months. With COVID-19, we have had spikes and lolls around the world, but it is still with us.” Moreover, COVID-19 is not affecting one geographic region or any single industry – it is causing global disruptions.
Why COVID-19 caused the worst supply chain disruption in history
According to Supply and Demand Executive, “COVID-19 is different. Its impact on the supply chain is far more sweeping than anything ever experienced before.” Basically, the entire global chain has been affected by COVID-19, starting with manufacturing. The chain was unraveling back in January before America even started a shutdown. (Note that My Patriot Supply began seeing a rush of orders due to COVID-19 starting on 1/23/20 with three massive warehouses emptied by the first of February.)
When China went into lockdown in late January to stanch the spread of COVID-19, their manufacturing sector came to a halt. Not only did this stop the flow of certain goods into the U.S., but it also stopped the flow of components needed to assemble products in other countries.
It didn’t stop there. Not only did goods from overseas cause major disruptions, but packaging became an issue. Even if a company could produce a needed product, it didn’t mean they had access to the packaging they needed. For example, while there was plenty of flour available in the United States, brands struggled to find the paper bags flour is packed in, which led to a delay between production and shelving the product in stores. (The same happened to the heavy-duty 4-layer packaging Ready Hour foods uses with the long-term food storage items sold on My Patriot Supply.) The issues continued from packaging to transportation. Once companies manufactured and packaged products, they ran into issues with trucking companies and routes. By late spring, there was a shortage of 40,000 drivers in the U.S. according to the Wall Street Journal.
Meanwhile, if production comes to a halt because workers have the coronavirus, this further disrupts the supply chain. This was evident when meat packaging plants across the U.S. experienced widespread breakouts and were forced to close. On Sunday, April 26, 2020, Tyson Foods took out a full page in the New York Times to draw attention to a potential meat shortage as the “food supply chain is breaking.” According to the advertisement, “Millions of pounds of beef, pork and chicken will vanish from U.S. grocery stores as livestock and poultry processing plants have been shuttered by coronavirus outbreaks among workers.”
Adding in-demand items to the list, and you have even more supply chain disruptions. For example, you may not be able to buy canned corn for your holiday meals. According to Delish, “The sweet corn used for canning is only harvested once a year, and each summer, the amount that is reaped has to last for months thereafter. This past spring when individuals were stockpiling non-perishable food items with a long shelf life, many were picking up cans of sweet corn.” Popular brands, such as Del Monte and Green Giant, reportedly tried to get farmers to plant more corn to meet demand, but it was too late in the season.
Essentially, if one part of the supply chain is affected, the entire chain is disrupted. A perfect example is Lysol products, which are still hard to find. Lysol wipes contain a certain ingredient that is in high demand. CBS8 explains, “Part of the problem is that many companies make wipes using polyester spunlace, a key ingredient also used for personal protective equipment like masks and medical gowns, which is now in short supply.” Without polyester spunlace, Lysol wipes cannot be made. Since this ingredient is used in multiple in-demand products, there is a supply issue.
What grocery stores are doing differently https://preview.redd.it/ovc590si9ko71.jpg?width=480&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=3db9f545c31e443519bd6045075966a7e19fa1ba
The supply chain has still not recovered from the first wave of COVID-19; however, grocery stores learned major lessons from the first run on supplies. Currently, grocery stores are stocking what is being called “pandemic pallets.” Pandemic pallets are wooden structures that are stockpiled with items grocery stores fear may run low during a second wave in the holiday season. They are stored in warehouses where they can be retrieved if there is a run on pandemic supplies. Grocery stores are also stocking for months at a time rather than weeks at a time.
How to prepare for supply chain disruptions Like grocery stores, we can learn from the previous wave’s supply chain disruptions. Here are four ways to prepare for supply chain disruptions resulting from a second wave.
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2021.09.20 03:28 Itseesyou Mirror Man Origins - I Survived The Dungeon and All I Got Was Scarred
The Mirror Never Lies
Most kids, like me, hear a lot of stories and urban legends growing up. They’re fun to pass around at slumber parties to scare each other and even more fun to perpetuate. If you bother taking the time to look one up these days and trace it to its root, you’ll find out that a lot of them contain random threads of truth. Just enough threads to make them plausible and difficult to entirely refute.
Usually, the story starts in a similar fashion…
Something like, “My cousin’s, girlfriend’s, brother told me about this strange paranormal game that killed a bunch of people where he grew up.”
Or maybe, “My father’s, brother’s, nephew’s, cousin’s, former roommate told me about a series of murders that happened where they worked.”
So, why am I telling you all this? It’s because I need you to understand how these things work; how urban legends are born. Stories you hear and pass around were real for someone, at some point, in some way. Lives could have been ruined or changed forever, meanwhile, you’re laughing with your friends in front of a mirror calling out for Bloody Mary or Candyman.
Not to disappoint you right away, but this ISN’T a story I heard from some far-removed source. It happened to me, 15 years ago. Sure, people have telephoned it to death, but it’s not a popular story outside of where I live, so it’s unlikely you’ve heard it before.
Back then, I worked at a famous Ohio haunt. It’s still a fairly popular place around here, so I’m not going to tell you the name of it. For the sake of the story, I’ll just refer to it as “The Dungeon.” I’m also not going to give you any names, because a lot of people were affected by this besides me. I don’t want to out anyone’s situation that hasn’t been vocal about it or give you any avenue to stalk them. I’m getting this out for MY sake. To help myself move on, and to keep something like this from happening again. At best, all you’re gonna get is a nickname that describes their position or something.
It truly was a great place to work, and I pretty much loved the people I worked with. The owner is a hell of a guy that’s always kind and wants to see the best in people.” He would even dress up in character and roam the haunt to lift morale and entertain the customers to make sure we could rest between groups on overly busy nights.
On the downside, wanting to see the best in people sometimes meant that things went sideways now and then. I was one of those things, so were a few other girls there. This was because the manager for the actors was a handsy little twat that always seemed to be able to tell you exactly what you wanted to hear. No matter what he did to you or how much you knew better, there was just something inexplicable about him that made you believe you were the only one for him.
By opening night, a few hours before we let the customers in, I was devastated. I found out that I was, in fact, NOT the only one for him. It turns out there were seven of us in total. He was sleeping with all of us at the same time while lying to us about the others. When it all came out some of the other staff were behind us completely. Even the owner did what he could to protect us from the situation and lend his ear to us if we needed it.
He raked the guy over the coals about it and threatened to fire him if it continued, but he never actually fired him even though it did continue. He just got smarter with his targets and kept things quiet for a while. It didn’t help that his co-manager was one of those girls, and unfortunately also started covering everything up because she’d become obsessed with him.
Overall, working at The Dungeon was amazing. We scared people half to death, showed our costumes off to the kids, and played little games with them when they went through. We even had the occasional after-hours party or get-togethers throughout the week. Everything we did, we did it as a family. If you’ve ever worked at a haunted attraction, you know what I’m talking about.
One of the things we did at these little events, besides playing cards against humanity and getting a buzz on, was play games IN the haunt. Our favorite one was actually playing hide and seek throughout the attraction. It might seem silly to think about inebriated grown-ass people running around playing hide and go seek at all but let me tell you there is nothing like it.
We would turn every light and sound off in the place and get to hiding. For some reason, only one person ever did the finding and eventually, it just became a time trial to see how long it would take for him to find us. I don’t know how, but he could find you anywhere, no matter where you hid. We would contort our bodies to fit into places, hide in the ceiling panels, and even try to cheat and hide in one of the offices. Nothing mattered, he somehow always found you. Being hunted like that, by someone with that kind of skill… Add on the creepy-ass environment it was happening in…There was nothing like it. It was thrilling and terrifying all at once.
The owner had never joined us but had given our seeker a copy of the key and permission to “keep up morale” within reason. Seeker was the one who organized our little get-togethers. He was a single father. A kind guy that always had some advice and encouragement to give you, and always made sure to thank everyone that worked there every night even though he wasn’t a manager or anything. I’m explaining this so you understand how safe this was, and how even though you knew how safe it was it sure as hell didn’t feel that way.
Before one of our hide and seek sessions, he said he wanted to try something a little different. He was big into paranormal games and such and was always telling us about new ones he wanted to try. We’d played the midnight game and a number of others before, so we were all interested. I don’t remember the name of it, but the rules were fairly simple. He said it was part Bloody Mary (or Candyman if you prefer) and a childhood horror version of tag called ghosts in the graveyard.
Each person had to do a little ritual in front of an old creepy mirror in one of our backrooms before we went out and hid. All I really remember about it is that I had to light a candle and invoke some spirit named Mirror Man by saying his name a few times and telling him it was time to show us some truth about ourselves.
We were told that if the ritual worked, we would see someone following us through the haunt. You would see the figure just out of your peripheral vision or always moving quickly around a corner just ahead of you. Once you were hidden, he would wait fifteen minutes and come find you to show you what you asked for.
This became a HUGE hit at the haunt. It added an even creepier element to the game, not that it needed one. The game then came about finding a way to outsmart our genius seeker long enough to see the mirror man. It was a big place, but we never had more than 7 or 8 people playing besides the seeker for the most part. Games didn’t always even last to the fifteen-minute mark. When they did, someone would inevitably make up some story about having seen the mirror man.
I don’t know if anyone ever really saw him, but that didn’t even matter. It added to the legend and made the game legendary among those in the know. The downside is that your mind would play tricks on you in the dark, and even when all the main lights were up and you were working on something, or the haunt was open to the public, your brain would still think it saw something move into the next scene ahead of you or catch the figure from the corner of your eye.
One night, we had a special party with more people than usual. Word had somehow gotten around to the managers. At this point, I’ll call them Handsy and Miss Codependent for sake of ease. Handsy decided it was time they and a few of their “yes men” join in the fun they’d heard so much about and as management, we obviously couldn’t deny them.
As “one of his girls” I almost didn’t show up. What changed my mind was a phone call from Seeker. He was asking all the girls to show up. He said that it would be a show of solidarity among the victims and would hopefully make the handsy manager and his friends uncomfortable enough to leave early. He also added that if it didn’t, Handsy would still be outnumbered by the people that knew the truth; it would be a different kind of victory; a moral one.
I gave in and agreed to show up. I was sad to see that Seeker’s daughter had been unable to make it, but Seeker told me she wasn't feeling all that well and sent us her love.
Things went as usual for the most part; we drank and played some cards. If you know anything about cards against humanity, you know that you can literally torture people mentally through the cards that were played on the person in charge of reading them each round. Every time Handsy or Miss Codependent’s turn would come up, they’d have to read cards about relationships, his lack of sexual prowess, her inability to think for herself, and any number of terrible things we came up with to torment them. Seeker even brought an official blank deck of cards and a few markers. I’m sure you can imagine how quickly that got out of hand.
After some arguments and the occasional threat, we stopped playing cards sooner than we usually did. Some people were just delicate flowers with no sense of self-humor. On the bright side, it gave us the time to play a few extra rounds of what we had now taken to calling “Haunt and Seek.”
We all went through the familiar ritual and took off into the attraction to find our hiding places. As usual, our seeker waited until everyone had taken their turn alone with the mirror in the backroom and scattered before getting started. He always gave us a 10-minute buffer to give us time to get hidden. It was only fair that he received a handicap after all.
This time I hid under the swirling vortex. If you’ve never seen one or didn’t know what it was called, it’s basically a black tunnel with odd lights that spins around you as you walk down a narrow, upraised walkway with rails. There was a spot I’d discovered while working one day where you could put your back against the partial wall beneath the tunnel, and your lower half stretched out of sight. You could see where people were coming from and going, but with the way it was positioned, no one could actually see you.
As usual, I had that sense of being watched. I was confident that tonight was the night that I would either finally see the mirror man, or last long enough to make up a story about it to help keep the fun going. I was good with it either way.
Since I was the first one out of the backroom and the tunnel was in a big central area, I saw just about everyone stumble through on their way to hide. I couldn’t help but notice that Handsy, Miss Codependent and their Yes Men seemed to be waaaaay more hosed than everyone else. The more of them I saw, the more I began to worry that something bad could happen to them or because of them. Being THAT hosed in a place like this could be dangerous if you didn’t have your senses about you to some degree...
I was just about to crawl out of my spot and let the seeker know when I heard him yell the words, “I’m coming for you Barbaaraaa!” It was Seeker’s way to let us know the game was afoot. I shifted back into place quickly, hoping for the best. Tonight would be my night and I wasn’t going to let anyone ruin it!
Actually, getting to watch our seeker hunt our group was breathtaking. Each movement he took was precise. He walked like those slashers from the ‘80s, with long silent steps, finding people before they even knew he was near them. It sent a chill down my spine.
I assumed he would eliminate Handsy’s crew first (we sometimes had this game where someone would challenge him to find them first and somehow, he had never failed). That way we could all get to the real game without the outsiders ruining the fun. I was shocked to see him go for everyone else first.
I guess I must have stumped the master though because although he was near me a few times, he ended up going for Handsy and his crew next. When I say he went after them, I mean he went after them. It was when he found the first of them that I knew something had gone terribly wrong.
He yanked Yes Man #1 from the floor onto his feet from a spot in the graveyard. He said something that I couldn’t quite hear before stabbing him in the abdomen multiple times and stuffing his body into the faux mausoleum. I was frozen in place, trying to quietly wedge myself a little further under the tunnel, my screams dying on my lips as I all but willed him not to find me.
The next Yes Man he found was in the bathroom scene. It was meant to mimic that scene from the original Nightmare on Elm Street scene with Nancy and Freddy’s glove in the tub. We had plexiglass installed that water ran through to make it seem as if the tub was filled. With the right lighting and fog, it looked real enough.
After again saying something I couldn’t hear (and honestly didn’t ever want to) Seeker broke one of the large pieces of plexiglass and the tub actually filled with water in a quick rush. He held Yes Man #2 under the water till he stopped struggling. When he was dead, Seeker put a piece of plywood over the tub and moved on.
I slid my phone from my pocket and held down a button. I nearly lost control of my bladder as the opening tone sounded, signifying that it was powering on. I stuck it in the pocket of my hoodie and gathered loose fabric around it to muffle the sound. I saw Seeker pause for a second, smile to himself, and walk right past my hiding place. Tears slid down my face as I realized he now knew exactly where I was.
He didn’t come back for me though. At this point I just wanted him to kill me and get it over with. Instead, it seemed to be a game of cat and mouse. I had suddenly become the final girl in a horror film without the benefit of likely surviving at the end. I couldn’t wiggle my fat ass out from under here easily, and sure as hell couldn’t outrun him.
His next victim was Miss Codependent. She’d also been hiding in a position to see a little of what was happening but from the morgue scene. It wasn't as well hidden as mine, more of a hide in plain sight situation which was visible but didn’t seem big enough that someone could even hide in it. That in turn made your brain and eyes somehow overlook it. It sounds weird but it’s actually a haunt technique that works better than you can imagine. Unfortunately for her, it clearly didn’t work on our seeker.
She gave more of a struggle than the others, managing to stab him with a box knife she must have grabbed from the hidden partitions. These little spots were in most scenes and usually held water for the actors in that area, or tools needed to fix something within the scene if something broke.
I watched as her arm flailed wildly, slicing the left side of his face by random chance alone. He didn’t move, he didn’t cry out in pain. He just stood there and tilted his head to the side slightly. Before I knew it, he said something I still couldn’t make out and grabbed her by the hair on the back of her head. He repeatedly slammed her face into the large metal slab in the center of the scene until it was ruined. I could hear the cartilage and frontal bones cracking before her limp body hit the floor. Seeker opened one of the body drawers against the wall and carefully slid her into it, closing it once he had her in place.
Finally remembering the phone in my hand, I quickly dialed 911 but didn’t say a word when the operator answered. I had once seen some movie or tv show, can’t remember which, where a person in distress did the same thing. They ended up sending an officer to investigate the situation because there was supposed to be some rule about investigating all calls. I had no idea if that was even true, but I sure as hell hoped it was. Even though I was pretty sure he knew where I was hiding, I was praying that not calling attention to myself would save me somehow.
I shifted my attention back in time to see Seeker heading my way. Just before he reached the opposite end of the tunnel I was hiding under, he shifted direction to the funeral home scene. He yanked a lid from one of the coffins and stared down into it. He was close enough this time that I could see his face and hear him breathing.
I knew he’d found Handsy at the time because I could hear his voice drunkenly bitching about how Seeker better not have broken the lid or he’d be forced to pay to replace it if not outright fired. His words were slurred all to hell and he clearly had no idea what was happening.
This time, when Seeker spoke, I could hear him. Suddenly everything made sense in some twisted way. He told Handsy his truth, just like the mirror man was supposed to do from our game.
“I know what you did to my daughter and how you had your friends cover it up. She committed suicide today. Unfortunately for all of you, she left a note."
At that point, Seeker pulled a flask out of his pocket and emptied its contents all over Handsy and the coffin he was desperately trying to pull himself out of. From his other pocket, he produced a pack of matches.
“Your truth is that you are incapable of being a better person. You surround yourself with yes men to validate even your most damaging life choices. Your burning desire to be the most important thing in every room you walk into has poisoned you and everything you touch.”
With the simplest action, a quick flick of his wrist, a match was lit and tossed into the coffin. I could smell Handsy’s flesh burn as he squealed for someone to save him. The squeals turned to choking sobs as black smoke filled his lungs before the sound was overpowered by the crackling of the coals.
Seeker turned and walked in my direction. I saw the anguish on his face. There was something in his eyes, not regret, no, but a look of resignation. He smiled at me sadly and left. He just…left.
I crawled as fast as I could. My short legs fought desperately to propel my fat ass out from underneath the tunnel. The second I cleared the tunnel; I ran out of the attraction to the main office. I saw him enter the backroom where we kept the game mirror and heard the click of the lock. The main office door flew open, and I was quickly pulled inside.
Everyone else had survived the ordeal. Each of the people he had found before the murders were told to go to the office and lock the door. They all thought that there was going to be some kind of prank or fight to get back at Handsy and the others for what they had done. No one knew what had actually happened, or why for that matter.
I barely let them speak before shouting for them to call the police, now. In a panic I rushed through what had happened so quickly they could barely understand what I was saying. A fire alarm went off inside the building, cutting off my second attempt, and we all fled outside and waited for the fire department to arrive. At that point, I was the only person that knew Seeker still had himself locked in the backroom.
Eventually, I was able to tell everyone what had happened, including the police officer that had shown up at the scene. The desperate call I’d made to 911 had been noted, but it wasn’t until the fire alarm went off that they took what they thought might have been a prank call seriously.
Thanks to the state-of-the-art fire alarm the owner insisted on putting into the building, the fire was put out easily and all the bodies were found intact except for Handsy’s. They had to use dental records to properly identify him. Other than the funeral home scene and a little smoke damage in the scenes near it, the attraction itself was also fine.
There was only one thing still in the backroom when the fire department broke down the door. Before you take a guess and end up wrong, no, it wasn’t Seeker. Somehow, in a concrete room, with no other possible exits, he had disappeared. The only thing there was that old mirror we’d stood in front of before every session of our game…
Last week I heard a story about the mirror from my younger cousin’s, boyfriend’s, sister. It was about someone called the mirror man. They say that if you follow a certain ritual before a game of hide and seek, the mirror man will find you
Each person has to do a little ritual in front of a full-length mirror before a game of hide and seek begins. They have to light a candle and invoke some spirit named the Mirror Man by saying his name a few times and telling him it was time to show them some truth about themselves.
I was told that if the ritual worked, a person would see someone following them. You would see the figure just out of your peripheral vision or always moving quickly around a corner just ahead of you. Once you were hidden, he would wait fifteen minutes and come find you to show you what you asked for.
I’m not ashamed to admit that I tried it by myself tonight. I didn’t play hide and seek with myself, but I stood in front of my full-length bathroom mirror, lit a candle, and said Mirror Man three times.
I stood there for 15 minutes and as I expected, nothing happened. I turned on the light and went about the rest of my evening.
All too often, people create their own monsters… Their own legends. Every action and decision you make has a consequence, good or bad.
Part of me likes to think that Seeker is still out there, dishing out punishment and maybe even saving lives in some way, while the rest of me hopes he’s at peace somehow. As a parent myself these days, I can’t imagine anything I wouldn't do to someone that hurt my little girl.
While all urban legends contain a shred of truth, not all truths are worth repeating. No, some things are better left to the dead.
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2021.09.20 03:28 StrunTuz Fix trader prices back to 0%
Hey all, pretty new to SPT and have been slowly picking up on tweaking the configs of mods to my liking. I'm stumped on finding where a mod has increased my traders prices by about 40%. I've searched and found a previous post on this sub that listed All-In-One or AKI Configurator as a source to change it, but they only specifically deal with insurance and repair multipliers, I'm wanting to set them back to 0% discount for items they are selling and buying. As of right now, all the traders have anywhere from 10% - 40% price increases shown in the top left of the trader screen. The mods I have currently running are:
-Bread and Butter
-Fins AI Tweaks
-Ereshkigal All-In-One Mod
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2021.09.20 03:28 sassooal Delivering a baby is no excuse for awful brows.
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2021.09.20 03:28 Whyamihere55555 How can I up my game?
I play varsity for my school and quite frankly I suck. I do great in practices and scrimmages but in games I suck. I’m an offensive player (mostly forward) and I feel like on the field I’m not helpful to my teammates. Any advice?
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2021.09.20 03:28 unkusrs Reselling Airpods Due To Back-to-School Promotion
2021.09.20 03:28 APKMirrorBOT LG Weather Theme 9.50.14 by LG Electronics, Inc.
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2021.09.20 03:28 posiposi52 Lil B - I Got Uncomfortable and Succeeded
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2021.09.20 03:28 SaucyOphanim Anyone else hear When The Feelings in the Core during Kevin’s performance of Runway Houses City Clouds?
During Runway Kevin does a little pause where he just rails on his guitar for a while and the spotlight is just on him. I friggin swear I heard do the main riff from Feeling in The Core but Im not sure and I didn’t record it. So all y’all that are gonna see him, just keep an ear out. And has anyone else Who has seen him on this tour noticed this?
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2021.09.20 03:28 Renukurre MustListen_Satsang विघ्नहर्ता आदि गणेश (परमात्मा) कौन हैं ?? ➡️ यजुर्वेद अध्याय 5 मंत्र 32 अध्याय 8 मंत्र 13 में लिखा है कि कबीर परमेश्वर घोर से घोर पाप नाश करता है। अर्थात हमारे पापों का नाश कर हमे सुख देने वाले असली विघ्नहर्ता आदि गणेश कबीर साहेब जी हैं। Read 📚 Gyan Ganga.
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2021.09.20 03:28 XarumeR I have fun kicking ____ into the next dimension.
2021.09.20 03:28 Likeabalrog Selling home, but keeping ownership of panels still installed on the house?
Can you sell a home with solar panels, but maintain ownership of the panels themselves? The thought is that you keep the panels, but they're still mounted to the(sold) home, and you charge the new homeowner for the energy generated by the panels. It seems like there might be licensure issues for being a energy provider, or even an easement issue with ownership of the home. Does the solar easement automatically sell with the sale of the home?
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