Cb Quotes

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Linus: What would you say you want most out of life, Charlie Brown? To be happy? CB: Oh, no. I don't expect that. I really don't. I just don't want to be unhappy!
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Charles M. Schulz
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I'm your friend, and friends don't let friends die.
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C.B. Cook (Twinepathy (IDIA #1))
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Hey, Mikey? You get her hurt and I'll end you.' 'You let anything happen to Eve and I'll do the same,' Michael said. He'd just finished kissing Eve, too. 'While you're at it, don't get yourself killed, either, bro.' 'Ditto. And don't kiss me.' Claire cocked her head at him, exasperated. 'Seriously, Shane? Ditto? That's the best you can do?' Shane and Michael exchanged identical looks and shrugs. Guys. 'Let me show you idiots how it's done,' Eve said, and hugged Claire fiercely. She kissed her on the cheek. 'I love you, CB. Please take care of yourself, okay?' 'I love you, too,' Claire said, and suddenly her throat felt tight and her eyes burned with tears. 'I really do.' Shane and Michael watched them with identical expressions of blank bemusement, and finally Shane said, 'So basically, it's what I said. Ditto.
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Rachel Caine (Ghost Town (The Morganville Vampires, #9))
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Love is like quicksand; once you're in it's difficult to get out.
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C.B. Smith
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On our own, we are marshmallows and dried spaghetti, but together we can become something bigger.
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C.B. Cook
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Antarctica. You know, that giant continent at the bottom of the earth thatโ€™s ruled by penguins and seals.
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C.B. Cook (Twinepathy (IDIA #1))
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Seriously, Shane? Ditto? That's the best you can do?" Shane and Michael exchanged identical looks and shrugs. Guys. "Let me show you idiots how it's done," Eve said, and hugged Claire fiercely. She kissed her on the cheek. "I love you, CB. Please take care of yourself, okay?" "I love you, too," Claire said, and suddenly her throat felt tight and her eyes burned with tears. "I really do." Shane and Michael watched them with identical expressions of blank bemusement, and finally Shane said, "So basically, it's what I said. Ditto.
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Rachel Caine (Ghost Town (The Morganville Vampires, #9))
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Iโ€™d prefer silence and random jokes about the passing billboards and scenery, but I know how he likes music. I just hope he doesnโ€™t start singing.
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C.B. Cook (Twinepathy (IDIA #1))
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I frown. โ€œCan you please explain this?โ€ He flashes us a grin. โ€œThat would ruin the suspense.โ€ He disappears.
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C.B. Cook (Twinepathy (IDIA #1))
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Suddenly, Blaze appears, alone. โ€œSheโ€™s in the middle of something really important. What do I tell her?โ€ Jen groans. โ€œTell her she gets to hack into the CIAโ€™s system. She wonโ€™t be able to pass that up.
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C.B. Cook (Twinepathy (IDIA #1))
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God always has a plan. This isn't his fault. This is a test, something designed to help you grow closer to God. And. I know, somehow, God will use it.
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C.B. Cook (Paralyzed Dreams)
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Love is a cowboy's hardest ride.
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C.B. Smith
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God's going to work everything out and use you in ways you can't even imagine.
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C.B. Cook (Paralyzed Dreams)
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Remember your grandpaโ€™s saying: kill them with kindness.
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C.B. Cook (Paralyzed Dreams)
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Maybe you should've let God do the planning, rather than doing it yourself.
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C.B. Cook
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Farewell Sadness Hello Sadness You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling You are inscribed in the eyes that I love You are not poverty absolutely Since the poorest of lips denounce you Ah with a smile Bonjour Tristesse Love of kind bodies Power of love From which kindness rises Like a bodiless monster Unattached head Sadness beautiful face.
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Paul ร‰luard (Selected Poems (A Calderbook, Cb435) (English and French Edition))
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The only time she's come close to being "known" was when she accidentally came out as bisexual during sophomore English class while talking about her favorite poem.
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C.B. Lee (Not Your Sidekick (Sidekick Squad, #1))
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Il n'y a qu'une vie, c'est donc qu'elle est parfaite
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Paul ร‰luard (Selected Poems (A Calderbook, Cb435) (English and French Edition))
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We can't just sit on our asses and not live our lives while we're trying to expose a corrupt government.
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C.B. Lee (Not Your Sidekick (Sidekick Squad, #1))
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Be careful, little girl. Thatโ€™s not a toy.โ€ I hopped off and ran my finger along the letters emblazoned on the saddlebags. โ€œWhatโ€™s C.B. stand for anyway?โ€ โ€œThose are my initials.โ€ โ€œLet me guessโ€ฆCocky Bastard?
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Penelope Ward (Cocky Bastard (Cocky Bastard, #1))
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From ashes I came To ashes, I'll return. But tonight I'm content To sit here and burn.
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C.B. Roberts
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Charlie Brown is the one person I identify with. C.B. is such a loser. He wasn't even the star of his own Halloween special.
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Chris Rock
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And by the power of a word, I begin my life again.
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Paul ร‰luard (Selected Poems (A Calderbook, Cb435) (English and French Edition))
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Woman is the guiding spirit of man.
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C.B. Smith
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Iโ€™m fine, considering I canโ€™t walk anymore,โ€ Pam replied, a sarcastic edge in her voice. โ€œYou look like your bringing news. What is it this time, Iโ€™m blind?
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C.B. Cook (Paralyzed Dreams)
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The dangers of the sea should always take precedence over the violence of the enemyโ€™ Rear-Admiral Ben Bryant CB, DSO and two bars, DSC
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Ben Bryant
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We quickly became friends with other art faculty members such as the ceramist Jim Leedy and his wife Jean and art historian/artist Bill Kortlander and his wife Betty. I also began taking classes in Southeast Asian history with John Cady, who had resigned from his position at the U.S.[CB4]ย [mo5]ย  State Department because he thought it would be a huge mistake to get involved in a โ€œland war in Southeast Asia.โ€ In 1966, his warnings were starting to become all too obvious as the Vietnam war grew and protests against it emerged. Dr. Cady was in the thick of the protests and was even being shadowed by the F.B.I. After I finished my BFA in art in 1966, I began work on a masterโ€™s degree in history at Dr. Cadyโ€™s urging. He and his wife became frequent guests at our parties
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Mallory M. O'Connor (The Kitchen and the Studio: A Memoir of Food and Art)
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๋–จ์•ก๊ตฌ์ž…์ฒ˜ ๋–จ์•กํ…”๋ ˆ๊ทธ๋žจ SGJ8282 ํฌ์‹œ์ฆŒ 18 2 ์•„์ด์Šค, ์—‘์Šคํ„ฐ์‹œ, ํ”„๋กœํฌํด, ์—ํ† ๋ฏธ๋ฐ์ดํŠธ, ๋–จ, ๋งˆ๋ฆฌํ™”๋‚˜, weed THC ๊ณ ๋†์ถ• ์•ก์ƒ(๋–จ์•ก), ๋ฏธ๊ตญ์‚ฐ ๋””์ŠคํŽœ์„œ๋ฆฌ ๊ทธ๋ฆฐ๋ฒ„๋“œ LSD (Blotter / Microdot / Liquid), Hash, MDMA, ์ผ€ํƒ€๋ฏผ ๋ชฐ๋ฆฌ, ๋ธŒ์•ก, ์•„์ด์Šค, ํ—ˆ๋ธŒ, ์—๋”๋ธ”, ์šฐ์ฃผ์˜ค์ผ, ์‹ ์˜ ๋ˆˆ๋ฌผ ๋“ฑ 217 ์ „๊ตญ ์ฃผ์š” ๋„์‹œ ๋‹น์ผ ๋“œ๋ž ๊ฐ€๋Šฅ (์„œ์šธ, ์ธ์ฒœ, ์ˆ˜์›, ๋Œ€์ „, ๊ด‘์ฃผ, ๋Œ€๊ตฌ, ๋ถ€์‚ฐ ๋“ฑ) CB2 ์ˆ˜์šฉ์ฒด ํ™œ์„ฑ โ†’ ๋ฉด์—ญ์„ธํฌ ์ž‘์šฉ ์กฐ์ ˆ โ†’ ์žฅ๊ธฐ ์—ผ์ฆยท๋ฉด์—ญ ๊ธฐ๋Šฅ ๋ณ€ํ™” ๊ฐ€๋Šฅ 410 #์˜ค๋ฐฉ #์•„์ด์Šค #์ฐฌ์ˆ  #์–ผ์Œ #์ˆ ์นœ #์ž‘๋Œ€๊ธฐ #๋น™๋‘ #์‚ฌ๋ผ #๋Œ€๋งˆ์ดˆ #๋–จ #๋–จ์•ก #๋ธŒ์•ก #์—‘์Šคํ„ฐ์‹œ #์ฝ”์นด์ธ #์ผ€ํƒ€๋ฏผ #์ผ€์ด #์บ”๋”” #์ฐจ๊ฐ€์šด์ˆ  #์‹œ์›ํ•œ์ˆ  #์•„์ด์Šค์ž‘๋Œ€๊ธฐ #ํฌ๋ฆฌ์Šคํƒˆ์ˆ  #ํ•˜์ด๋ธŒ๋ฆฌ๋“œ #์ธ์ฆ๋”œ๋Ÿฌ #ํ•œ๋นจ #๋‘๋นจ #ํ•˜์ด #ํ™€ #๊ณ ํ€„๋ฆฌํ‹ฐ์ˆ  #์ˆœ๋„90ํผ์„ผํŠธ #๋“ฑ๊ธ‰์ตœ๊ณ ์ˆ  #LSD #lsd #ํžˆ๋กœ๋ฝ• #ํ•„๋กœํฐ #ํŽœํƒ€๋‹ #ํ”„๋กœํฌํด #์—ํ† ๋ฏธ๋ฐ์ดํŠธ #์ธ๋””์นด #์‚ฌํ‹ฐ๋ฐ” #weed ๋…น๋‚ด์žฅ ํ™˜์ž์˜ ์•ˆ์•• ๊ฐ์†Œ ํšจ๊ณผ.
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๋–จ์•กํŒ๋งค์ฒ˜ ๋–จ์•กํ…”๋ ˆ๊ทธ๋žจ SGJ8282 ํฌ์‹œ์ฆŒ 17 ์šด์ „, ์ž‘์—… ๋Šฅ๋ ฅ ์ €ํ•˜๋กœ ์‚ฌ๊ณ  ์œ„ํ—˜ ์ฆ๊ฐ€. ์•„์ด์Šค, ์—‘์Šคํ„ฐ์‹œ, ํ”„๋กœํฌํด, ์—ํ† ๋ฏธ๋ฐ์ดํŠธ, ๋–จ, ๋งˆ๋ฆฌํ™”๋‚˜, weed THC ๊ณ ๋†์ถ• ์•ก์ƒ(๋–จ์•ก), ๋ฏธ๊ตญ์‚ฐ ๋””์ŠคํŽœ์„œ๋ฆฌ ๊ทธ๋ฆฐ๋ฒ„๋“œ LSD (Blotter / Microdot / Liquid), Hash, MDMA, ์ผ€ํƒ€๋ฏผ ๋ชฐ๋ฆฌ, ๋ธŒ์•ก, ์•„์ด์Šค, ํ—ˆ๋ธŒ, ์—๋”๋ธ”, ์šฐ์ฃผ์˜ค์ผ, ์‹ ์˜ ๋ˆˆ๋ฌผ ๋“ฑ 216 ์ „๊ตญ ์ฃผ์š” ๋„์‹œ ๋‹น์ผ ๋“œ๋ž ๊ฐ€๋Šฅ (์„œ์šธ, ์ธ์ฒœ, ์ˆ˜์›, ๋Œ€์ „, ๊ด‘์ฃผ, ๋Œ€๊ตฌ, ๋ถ€์‚ฐ ๋“ฑ) CB1 ์ˆ˜์šฉ์ฒด ํ™œ์„ฑ โ†’ ๋‹จ๊ธฐ ๊ธฐ์–ต, ์ง‘์ค‘๋ ฅ, ๊ณ„ํš ๋Šฅ๋ ฅ ์ €ํ•˜ 409 #์˜ค๋ฐฉ #์•„์ด์Šค #์ฐฌ์ˆ  #์–ผ์Œ #์ˆ ์นœ #์ž‘๋Œ€๊ธฐ #๋น™๋‘ #์‚ฌ๋ผ #๋Œ€๋งˆ์ดˆ #๋–จ #๋–จ์•ก #๋ธŒ์•ก #์—‘์Šคํ„ฐ์‹œ #์ฝ”์นด์ธ #์ผ€ํƒ€๋ฏผ #์ผ€์ด #์บ”๋”” #์ฐจ๊ฐ€์šด์ˆ  #์‹œ์›ํ•œ์ˆ  #์•„์ด์Šค์ž‘๋Œ€๊ธฐ #ํฌ๋ฆฌ์Šคํƒˆ์ˆ  #ํ•˜์ด๋ธŒ๋ฆฌ๋“œ #์ธ์ฆ๋”œ๋Ÿฌ #ํ•œ๋นจ #๋‘๋นจ #ํ•˜์ด #ํ™€ #๊ณ ํ€„๋ฆฌํ‹ฐ์ˆ  #์ˆœ๋„90ํผ์„ผํŠธ #๋“ฑ๊ธ‰์ตœ๊ณ ์ˆ  #LSD #lsd #ํžˆ๋กœ๋ฝ• #ํ•„๋กœํฐ #ํŽœํƒ€๋‹ #ํ”„๋กœํฌํด #์—ํ† ๋ฏธ๋ฐ์ดํŠธ #์ธ๋””์นด #์‚ฌํ‹ฐ๋ฐ” #weed ๋งŒ์„ฑ ํ†ต์ฆ, ์‹ ๊ฒฝ๋ณ‘์ฆ์„ฑ ํ†ต์ฆ ์™„ํ™”.
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์ฝ•ํ…”๋ ˆ๊ทธ๋žจ SGJ8282 ์ฝ•๊ตฌ๋งค โ‘ฃ ํฌ์‹œ์ฆŒ 103 THC (ํ…ŒํŠธ๋ผํ•˜์ด๋“œ๋กœ์นธ๋‚˜๋น„๋†€): ์ฃผ์„ฑ๋ถ„์œผ๋กœ ๋‡Œ์˜ CB1 ์ˆ˜์šฉ์ฒด์— ๊ฒฐํ•ฉ โ†’ ๋„ํŒŒ๋ฏผ ๋ฐฉ์ถœ ์ฆ๊ฐ€ โ†’ ๊ธฐ๋ถ„ยท์ง€๊ฐ ๋ณ€ํ™” ์œ ๋ฐœ ์•„์ด์Šค, ์—‘์Šคํ„ฐ์‹œ, ํ”„๋กœํฌํด, ์—ํ† ๋ฏธ๋ฐ์ดํŠธ, ๋–จ, ๋งˆ๋ฆฌํ™”๋‚˜, weed THC ๊ณ ๋†์ถ• ์•ก์ƒ(๋–จ์•ก), ๋ฏธ๊ตญ์‚ฐ ๋””์ŠคํŽœ์„œ๋ฆฌ ๊ทธ๋ฆฐ๋ฒ„๋“œ LSD (Blotter / Microdot / Liquid), Hash, MDMA, ์ผ€ํƒ€๋ฏผ ๋ชฐ๋ฆฌ, ๋ธŒ์•ก, ์•„์ด์Šค, ํ—ˆ๋ธŒ, ์—๋”๋ธ”, ์šฐ์ฃผ์˜ค์ผ, ์‹ ์˜ ๋ˆˆ๋ฌผ ๋“ฑ 302 ์ „๊ตญ ์ฃผ์š” ๋„์‹œ ๋‹น์ผ ๋“œ๋ž ๊ฐ€๋Šฅ (์„œ์šธ, ์ธ์ฒœ, ์ˆ˜์›, ๋Œ€์ „, ๊ด‘์ฃผ, ๋Œ€๊ตฌ, ๋ถ€์‚ฐ ๋“ฑ) ์ •์˜: ํ…Œ๋ฐ”์ธ ์œ ๋„์ฒด. 495 #์˜ค๋ฐฉ #์•„์ด์Šค #์ฐฌ์ˆ  #์–ผ์Œ #์ˆ ์นœ #์ž‘๋Œ€๊ธฐ #๋น™๋‘ #์‚ฌ๋ผ #๋Œ€๋งˆ์ดˆ #๋–จ #๋–จ์•ก #๋ธŒ์•ก #์—‘์Šคํ„ฐ์‹œ #์ฝ”์นด์ธ #์ผ€ํƒ€๋ฏผ #์ผ€์ด #์บ”๋”” #์ฐจ๊ฐ€์šด์ˆ  #์‹œ์›ํ•œ์ˆ  #์•„์ด์Šค์ž‘๋Œ€๊ธฐ #ํฌ๋ฆฌ์Šคํƒˆ์ˆ  #ํ•˜์ด๋ธŒ๋ฆฌ๋“œ #์ธ์ฆ๋”œ๋Ÿฌ #ํ•œ๋นจ #๋‘๋นจ #ํ•˜์ด #ํ™€ #๊ณ ํ€„๋ฆฌํ‹ฐ์ˆ  #์ˆœ๋„90ํผ์„ผํŠธ #๋“ฑ๊ธ‰์ตœ๊ณ ์ˆ  #LSD #lsd #ํžˆ๋กœ๋ฝ• #ํ•„๋กœํฐ #ํŽœํƒ€๋‹ #ํ”„๋กœํฌํด #์—ํ† ๋ฏธ๋ฐ์ดํŠธ #์ธ๋””์นด #์‚ฌํ‹ฐ๋ฐ” #weed ๋ง๊ธฐ ํ™˜์ž์˜ ์‚ถ์˜ ์งˆ ํ–ฅ์ƒ.
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๋–จ์•ก๊ตฌ์ž… ๋–จ์•กํ…”๋ ˆ๊ทธ๋žจ SGJ8282 ํฌ์‹œ์ฆŒ 14 ์žฅ๊ธฐ ์‚ฌ์šฉ ์‹œ ๋ฉด์—ญ ๊ธฐ๋Šฅ ๋ณ€ํ™” ๊ฐ€๋Šฅ. ์•„์ด์Šค, ์—‘์Šคํ„ฐ์‹œ, ํ”„๋กœํฌํด, ์—ํ† ๋ฏธ๋ฐ์ดํŠธ, ๋–จ, ๋งˆ๋ฆฌํ™”๋‚˜, weed THC ๊ณ ๋†์ถ• ์•ก์ƒ(๋–จ์•ก), ๋ฏธ๊ตญ์‚ฐ ๋””์ŠคํŽœ์„œ๋ฆฌ ๊ทธ๋ฆฐ๋ฒ„๋“œ LSD (Blotter / Microdot / Liquid), Hash, MDMA, ์ผ€ํƒ€๋ฏผ ๋ชฐ๋ฆฌ, ๋ธŒ์•ก, ์•„์ด์Šค, ํ—ˆ๋ธŒ, ์—๋”๋ธ”, ์šฐ์ฃผ์˜ค์ผ, ์‹ ์˜ ๋ˆˆ๋ฌผ ๋“ฑ 213 ์ „๊ตญ ์ฃผ์š” ๋„์‹œ ๋‹น์ผ ๋“œ๋ž ๊ฐ€๋Šฅ (์„œ์šธ, ์ธ์ฒœ, ์ˆ˜์›, ๋Œ€์ „, ๊ด‘์ฃผ, ๋Œ€๊ตฌ, ๋ถ€์‚ฐ ๋“ฑ) THC (ํ…ŒํŠธ๋ผํ•˜์ด๋“œ๋กœ์นธ๋‚˜๋น„๋†€): ํ™˜๊ฐ๊ณผ ์พŒ๊ฐ ์œ ๋ฐœ ์ฃผ์„ฑ๋ถ„. ๋‡Œ์˜ CB1 ์ˆ˜์šฉ์ฒด ๊ฒฐํ•ฉ โ†’ ๋„ํŒŒ๋ฏผ ๋ฐฉ์ถœ ์ฆ๊ฐ€ โ†’ ๊ฐ์ •ยท๊ธฐ๋ถ„ ๋ณ€ํ™”. 406 #์˜ค๋ฐฉ #์•„์ด์Šค #์ฐฌ์ˆ  #์–ผ์Œ #์ˆ ์นœ #์ž‘๋Œ€๊ธฐ #๋น™๋‘ #์‚ฌ๋ผ #๋Œ€๋งˆ์ดˆ #๋–จ #๋–จ์•ก #๋ธŒ์•ก #์—‘์Šคํ„ฐ์‹œ #์ฝ”์นด์ธ #์ผ€ํƒ€๋ฏผ #์ผ€์ด #์บ”๋”” #์ฐจ๊ฐ€์šด์ˆ  #์‹œ์›ํ•œ์ˆ  #์•„์ด์Šค์ž‘๋Œ€๊ธฐ #ํฌ๋ฆฌ์Šคํƒˆ์ˆ  #ํ•˜์ด๋ธŒ๋ฆฌ๋“œ #์ธ์ฆ๋”œ๋Ÿฌ #ํ•œ๋นจ #๋‘๋นจ #ํ•˜์ด #ํ™€ #๊ณ ํ€„๋ฆฌํ‹ฐ์ˆ  #์ˆœ๋„90ํผ์„ผํŠธ #๋“ฑ๊ธ‰์ตœ๊ณ ์ˆ  #LSD #lsd #ํžˆ๋กœ๋ฝ• #ํ•„๋กœํฐ #ํŽœํƒ€๋‹ #ํ”„๋กœํฌํด #์—ํ† ๋ฏธ๋ฐ์ดํŠธ #์ธ๋””์นด #์‚ฌํ‹ฐ๋ฐ” #weed ์ •์˜: ๋Œ€๋งˆ์˜ ์ฃผ์š” ์ •์‹ ์ž‘์šฉ ์„ฑ๋ถ„.
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๋–จ์•ก๊ตฌ์ž…
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Hello, my name is Albany, and I have a telepathic connection with my twin sister, along with the ability to read minds.
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C.B. Cook (Twinepathy (IDIA #1))
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I see, said the blind man.
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C.B. Smith
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์ฝ•ํ…”๋ ˆ๊ทธ๋žจ SGJ8282 ์ฝ•ํŒ๋งค์ฒ˜ โ‘ฅ ํฌ์‹œ์ฆŒ 107 CB2 ์ˆ˜์šฉ์ฒด โ†’ ๋ฉด์—ญ์„ธํฌ์™€ ์—ผ์ฆ ์กฐ์ ˆ โ†’ ์žฅ๊ธฐ์  ์—ผ์ฆ ๋ณ€ํ™” ๊ฐ€๋Šฅ ์•„์ด์Šค, ์—‘์Šคํ„ฐ์‹œ, ํ”„๋กœํฌํด, ์—ํ† ๋ฏธ๋ฐ์ดํŠธ, ๋–จ, ๋งˆ๋ฆฌํ™”๋‚˜, weed THC ๊ณ ๋†์ถ• ์•ก์ƒ(๋–จ์•ก), ๋ฏธ๊ตญ์‚ฐ ๋””์ŠคํŽœ์„œ๋ฆฌ ๊ทธ๋ฆฐ๋ฒ„๋“œ LSD (Blotter / Microdot / Liquid), Hash, MDMA, ์ผ€ํƒ€๋ฏผ ๋ชฐ๋ฆฌ, ๋ธŒ์•ก, ์•„์ด์Šค, ํ—ˆ๋ธŒ, ์—๋”๋ธ”, ์šฐ์ฃผ์˜ค์ผ, ์‹ ์˜ ๋ˆˆ๋ฌผ ๋“ฑ 306 ์ „๊ตญ ์ฃผ์š” ๋„์‹œ ๋‹น์ผ ๋“œ๋ž ๊ฐ€๋Šฅ (์„œ์šธ, ์ธ์ฒœ, ์ˆ˜์›, ๋Œ€์ „, ๊ด‘์ฃผ, ๋Œ€๊ตฌ, ๋ถ€์‚ฐ ๋“ฑ) ๋Œ€ํ‘œ ์€์–ด: "์˜ฅ์‹œ(Oxy)", "์˜ฅ์‹œ์ฝ˜(Oxycontin)", "ํž๋นŒ๋ฆฌ ํ—ค๋กœ์ธ(Hillbilly Heroin)". 499 #์˜ค๋ฐฉ #์•„์ด์Šค #์ฐฌ์ˆ  #์–ผ์Œ #์ˆ ์นœ #์ž‘๋Œ€๊ธฐ #๋น™๋‘ #์‚ฌ๋ผ #๋Œ€๋งˆ์ดˆ #๋–จ #๋–จ์•ก #๋ธŒ์•ก #์—‘์Šคํ„ฐ์‹œ #์ฝ”์นด์ธ #์ผ€ํƒ€๋ฏผ #์ผ€์ด #์บ”๋”” #์ฐจ๊ฐ€์šด์ˆ  #์‹œ์›ํ•œ์ˆ  #์•„์ด์Šค์ž‘๋Œ€๊ธฐ #ํฌ๋ฆฌ์Šคํƒˆ์ˆ  #ํ•˜์ด๋ธŒ๋ฆฌ๋“œ #์ธ์ฆ๋”œ๋Ÿฌ #ํ•œ๋นจ #๋‘๋นจ #ํ•˜์ด #ํ™€ #๊ณ ํ€„๋ฆฌํ‹ฐ์ˆ  #์ˆœ๋„90ํผ์„ผํŠธ #๋“ฑ๊ธ‰์ตœ๊ณ ์ˆ  #LSD #lsd #ํžˆ๋กœ๋ฝ• #ํ•„๋กœํฐ #ํŽœํƒ€๋‹ #ํ”„๋กœํฌํด #์—ํ† ๋ฏธ๋ฐ์ดํŠธ #์ธ๋””์นด #์‚ฌํ‹ฐ๋ฐ” #weed 1. ํ•ฉ์„ฑ ํ–ฅ์ •์‹ ์„ฑ ๋ฌผ์งˆ์˜ ๊ฐœ์š”
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์ฝ•ํ…”๋ ˆ๊ทธ๋žจ SGJ8282 ์ฝ•ํŒ๋งค์ฒ˜
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์ฝ•ํ…”๋ ˆ๊ทธ๋žจ SGJ8282 ์ฝ•ํ…” โ“น ํฌ์‹œ์ฆŒ 106 CB1 ์ˆ˜์šฉ์ฒด โ†’ ์‹ ๊ฒฝ์„ธํฌ์˜ ์ „๊ธฐ์  ํ™œ๋™ ๊ฐ์†Œ โ†’ ๊ธฐ์–ตยทํ•™์Šต ๋Šฅ๋ ฅ ์˜ํ–ฅ ์•„์ด์Šค, ์—‘์Šคํ„ฐ์‹œ, ํ”„๋กœํฌํด, ์—ํ† ๋ฏธ๋ฐ์ดํŠธ, ๋–จ, ๋งˆ๋ฆฌํ™”๋‚˜, weed THC ๊ณ ๋†์ถ• ์•ก์ƒ(๋–จ์•ก), ๋ฏธ๊ตญ์‚ฐ ๋””์ŠคํŽœ์„œ๋ฆฌ ๊ทธ๋ฆฐ๋ฒ„๋“œ LSD (Blotter / Microdot / Liquid), Hash, MDMA, ์ผ€ํƒ€๋ฏผ ๋ชฐ๋ฆฌ, ๋ธŒ์•ก, ์•„์ด์Šค, ํ—ˆ๋ธŒ, ์—๋”๋ธ”, ์šฐ์ฃผ์˜ค์ผ, ์‹ ์˜ ๋ˆˆ๋ฌผ ๋“ฑ 305 ์ „๊ตญ ์ฃผ์š” ๋„์‹œ ๋‹น์ผ ๋“œ๋ž ๊ฐ€๋Šฅ (์„œ์šธ, ์ธ์ฒœ, ์ˆ˜์›, ๋Œ€์ „, ๊ด‘์ฃผ, ๋Œ€๊ตฌ, ๋ถ€์‚ฐ ๋“ฑ) ๊ธ์ •์  ๊ฐ€์น˜: ํ†ต์ฆ ์น˜๋ฃŒ์—์„œ ์ค‘์š”ํ•œ ์—ญํ• ์„ ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ, ๊ณผ์ž‰ ์ฒ˜๋ฐฉ ๋ฌธ์ œ๊ฐ€ ์‚ฌํšŒ์  ์ด์Šˆ๊ฐ€ ๋˜๊ธฐ๋„ ํ•จ. 498 #์˜ค๋ฐฉ #์•„์ด์Šค #์ฐฌ์ˆ  #์–ผ์Œ #์ˆ ์นœ #์ž‘๋Œ€๊ธฐ #๋น™๋‘ #์‚ฌ๋ผ #๋Œ€๋งˆ์ดˆ #๋–จ #๋–จ์•ก #๋ธŒ์•ก #์—‘์Šคํ„ฐ์‹œ #์ฝ”์นด์ธ #์ผ€ํƒ€๋ฏผ #์ผ€์ด #์บ”๋”” #์ฐจ๊ฐ€์šด์ˆ  #์‹œ์›ํ•œ์ˆ  #์•„์ด์Šค์ž‘๋Œ€๊ธฐ #ํฌ๋ฆฌ์Šคํƒˆ์ˆ  #ํ•˜์ด๋ธŒ๋ฆฌ๋“œ #์ธ์ฆ๋”œ๋Ÿฌ #ํ•œ๋นจ #๋‘๋นจ #ํ•˜์ด #ํ™€ #๊ณ ํ€„๋ฆฌํ‹ฐ์ˆ  #์ˆœ๋„90ํผ์„ผํŠธ #๋“ฑ๊ธ‰์ตœ๊ณ ์ˆ  #LSD #lsd #ํžˆ๋กœ๋ฝ• #ํ•„๋กœํฐ #ํŽœํƒ€๋‹ #ํ”„๋กœํฌํด #์—ํ† ๋ฏธ๋ฐ์ดํŠธ #์ธ๋””์นด #์‚ฌํ‹ฐ๋ฐ” #weed ์ œ5๊ถŒ: ํ•ฉ์„ฑ ํ–ฅ์ •์‹ ์„ฑ ๋ฌผ์งˆ (Synthetic Psychoactives)
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์ฝ•ํ…”๋ ˆ๊ทธ๋žจ SGJ8282 ์ฝ•ํ…”
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Dylan's friend Linus Millberg appears out of the crowd with a cup of beer and shouts, 'Dorothy is John Lennon, the Scarecrow is Paul McCartney, the Tin Woodman is George Harrison, the Lion's Ringo.' 'Star Trek,' commands Dylan over the lousy twangy country CB's is playing between sets. 'Easy,' Linus shouts back. "Kirk's John, Spock's Paul, Bones is George, Scotty is Ringo. Or Chekov, after the first season. Doesn't matter, it's like a Scotty-Chekov-combination Ringo. Spare parts are always surplus Georges or Ringos.' 'But isn't Spock-lacks-a-heart and McCoy-lacks-a-brain like Woodman and Scarecrow? So Dorothy's Kirk?' 'You don't get it. That's just a superficial coincidence. The Beatle thing is an archetype, it's like the basic human formation. Everything naturally forms into a Beatles, people can't help it.' 'Say the types again.' 'Responsible-parent genius-parent genius-child clown-child.' 'Okay, do Star Wars.' 'Luke Paul, Han Solo John, Chewbacca George, the robots Ringo.' 'Tonight Show.' 'Uh, Johnny Carson Paul, the guest John, Ed McMahon Ringo, whatisname George.' 'Doc Severinson.' 'Yeah, right. See, everything revolves around John, even Paul. That's why John's the guest.' 'And Severinson's quiet but talented, like a Wookie.' 'You begin to understand.
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Jonathan Lethem (The Fortress of Solitude)
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I stole this from Zen Master Suzuki Roshi: If it's not paradoxical it's not true!
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C.B. Murphy
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Ignorance is bliss until one confronts it.
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C.B. Smith
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Adieu Tristesse Bonjour Tristesse Farewell Sadness Hello Sadness You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling You are inscribed in the eyes that I love You are not poverty absolutely Since the poorest of lips denounce you Ah with a smile Bonjour Tristesse Love of kind bodies Power of love From which kindness rises Like a bodiless monster Unattached head Sadness beautiful face.
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Paul ร‰luard (Selected Poems (A Calderbook, Cb435) (English and French Edition))
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She's given up trying to stand out.
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C.B. Lee (Not Your Sidekick (Sidekick Squad, #1))
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Know that tomorrow will bring clarity where before was only fog. In the final summation, it is not other's expectations that slay us, but our over compensatory reactions in regard
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C.B. Smith
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Oh, she deserves so many good things, and I want to be one of them
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CB Lee (A Clash of Steel: A Treasure Island Remix (Remixed Classics))
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You love me," Abby says, smiling. Jess leans forward. "Yeah, I really do. This isn't our Romeo and Juliet moment. You're going to be okay. No one is dying. "No, it's the end. I want a goodbye kiss.
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C.B. Lee (Not Your Sidekick (Sidekick Squad, #1))
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Everyone should be afraid of those who can embroider. We have the patience to keep stabbing the same thing over and over again.
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C.B. Lee (A Clash of Steel: A Treasure Island Remix (Remixed Classics))
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Maybe Jess was caught up with these ridiculous, impossible ideas because it meant she never had to try for something real.
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C.B. Lee (Not Your Sidekick (Sidekick Squad, #1))
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Apathy is the greatest evil.
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C.B. Smith
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yet. Iโ€™m starting to think that if the Internet is the CB radio of the nineties, then the home computer is the trailer park of the soul, a dangerous tool in the hands of idiots. Eventually self-imposed fascism will destroy man as he convinces himself he doesnโ€™t have to think anymore. SEPTEMBER
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Marilyn Manson (The Long Hard Road Out of Hell)
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And that person must be trying to prove to IDIAโ€ฆโ€ I pause. โ€œSomething. That heโ€™s stronger? Or that he doesnโ€™t need them?โ€ I rub my forehead. โ€œIt sounded much more cohesive and brilliant in the shower.
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C.B. Cook (Twinepathy (IDIA #1))
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Working for Master Mischief? This would be an act of sheer rebellion. Her parents would be livid if they ever found out. And it would be hilarious.
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C.B. Lee (Not Your Sidekick (Sidekick Squad, #1))
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Pigs and dogs behave for food but horses and humans have minds of their own.
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C.B. McKenzie (Bad Country)
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should tell you, the job description was super-vague and that I am probably not at all qualified to do any technical stuff. I made something explode in chemistry last year.
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C.B. Lee (Not Your Sidekick (Not Your Sidekick, #1))
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It was only love, It only drove me to my knees. Rendering me hopeless Like an incurable disease.
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C.B. Roberts
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Writing is like a raft with a slow leak; sometimes it floats, sometimes it doesn't.
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C.B. Smith
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Itโ€™s weird how much things can change in only a few minutes. With those three words, โ€œI donโ€™t remember,โ€ our entire futures were changed. Not just for me and Brooklyn, but for the little girl, and Denver, and Jenna and Blaze and โ€“ darn, Iโ€™m getting ahead of myself again. So much for trying to be dramatic.
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C.B. Cook (Twinepathy (IDIA #1))
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Stay away from the Sirenas of this world and get you a plain, fat woman who thinks a hot dog and popcorn at Walmartโ€™s is a dinner date. Thatโ€™s my counsel, said Luis. Sirena sheโ€™s messed up more good men around here than Marine Corps recruiters. And she tried to kill your dog. A man shouldnโ€™t forget who tries to kill his dog.
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C.B. McKenzie (Bad Country)
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There is no thrill like the thrill of discovery; no life like the life of a mining camp in the days of its youth. Nevada had known them in full and overflowing measure. The salt of the sea in the blood of a sailor is but a weak and insipid condiment compared with the solution of cyanide, sage and silicate in the blood of the prospector.
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C.B. Glasscock
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Here is a hilarious, surprising, tender, always genuine tale of American youth in the crosshairs of the new century--a battle of growing pains culminating in a bloody headlock with nature, family, machismo, activism, and love. CB Murphy has written a terrific and timely novel which speeds by and ends, like youth itself, far too quickly.
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Tim Johnston
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The War went on far too long... It was too vast for its meaning, like a giant with the brain of a midge. Its epic proportions were grotesquely out of scale, seeing what it was fought to settle. It was far too indecisive. It settled nothing, as it meant nothing. Indeed, it was impossible to escape the feeling that it was not meant to settle anything - that could have any meaning, or be of any advantage, to the general run of men.
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Wyndham Lewis (Blasting and Bombardiering (Calderbook, CB 225))
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Honey, that book is about vampires. Those don't exist.
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C.B. Conwy
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It's old-school to write by hand, but Jess likes the way the words blossom under her fingertips [. . .] These scribblings and imaginings are for no one else.
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C.B. Lee (Not Your Sidekick (Sidekick Squad, #1))
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She looks great in that skirt. Her butt is so cute.
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C.B. Lee (Not Your Sidekick (Sidekick Squad, #1))
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Cheri grinned cockily at Pam and turned to Chelsea. โ€œI figure my coffee wonโ€™t have time to get cold before this is over.
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C.B. Cook (Paralyzed Dreams)
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Have you taken them prisoner?" "In a metaphorical sense, yes." "And in a literal sense?" "Also yes." "What do you want?
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C.B. Titus (Armor)
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If one doubts the existence of miracles one should open one's eyes and look around. Like an obedient pup they want only of notice.
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C.B. Smith
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Thereโ€™s no such thing as normal,
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C.B. Lee (Not Your Villain (Sidekick Squad, #2))
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but he would bet his life that it had a white CB antenna on the roof and that the driver was listening to police bands.
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Harry N. MacLean (In Broad Daylight)
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I believe in reverencing anything in the life of man which has the testimony of the ages as being unexcelled, whether it be literature, paintings, poetry, tombs -- even a golf hole.
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C.B. MacDonald
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I spin around instantly, expecting Mom and Dad, or Denver, or something else relativelyโ€ฆ normal. Or even something absolutely terrible. But no. All I see is a guy Iโ€™ve never seen before, leaning against the doorframe, a mask covering most of his face. His fancy suit and cocky manner are almost jarring. He smirks at us and tosses a wink. โ€œHey, girls. Whatโ€™s up?
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C.B. Cook (Twinepathy (IDIA #1))
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์‚ฌํ‹ฐ๋ฐ”ํ…”๋ ˆ ํ…”๋ ˆ๊ทธ๋žจ SGJ8282 ์‚ฌํ‹ฐ๋ฐ”ํ…”๋ ˆ๊ทธ๋žจ
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Identify your Radar โ€“ itโ€™s your brain functioning optimally; not a vague intuition or cosmic sixth sense. Train your Radar in key areas like: evaluating people, personal safety, healthy relationships, physical and mental well-being, money and credit cards, career choice, how to get organized. Meet the Radar Jammers. They have the power to turn down or turn off our clear thinking Radars.โ€จSome are well known: alcohol and drugs, peer pressure, infatuation, sleep deprivation.โ€จOthers are surprising: showing off, fake complexity, anger, unthinking religions, the need for speed, dangerous personality disorders, and even fast food!โ€จLearn reasonable approaches and specific techniques to deal with them all.
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C.B. Brooks
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My CB handle is Flaming Chick, but nameโ€™s Melbaโ€”dry and crisp like the toast. Meet my co-pilot, Spark Pug,โ€ she snorted, โ€œMost people walk their dogs, but heโ€™s so old I take him out for a standโ€‰.โ€‰.โ€‰.โ€‰it takes all heโ€™s got to lift his leg.
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JoDee Neathery (A Kind of Hush)
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Suddenly, a car zoomed out of a side street to their right, slamming into the side of the car with a loud metallic crash. Tires screeched. The passenger window shattered, showering glass over Pam as the other carโ€™s momentum pushed them towards the opposite side of the road. Pam shrieked as the car tumbled over the edge of the road into the embankment. The car rolled until it came to a rest in the bottom of the ditch with creaks and groans. Neither Pam nor her mother stirred.
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C.B. Cook (Paralyzed Dreams)
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The Internet will be the CB radio of the โ€™90s,โ€ he told me, a charge he later repeated to the press. Weiswasser summed up ABCโ€™s argument for ignoring the new medium: โ€œYou arenโ€™t going to turn passive consumers into active trollers on the internet.
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Kevin Kelly (The Inevitable: Understanding the 12 Technological Forces That Will Shape Our Future)
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Most of the successful innovators and entrepreneurs in this book had one thing in common: they were product people. They cared about, and deeply understood, the engineering and design. They were not primarily marketers or salesmen or financial types; when such folks took over companies, it was often to the detriment of sustained innovation. โ€œWhen the sales guys run the company, the product guys donโ€™t matter so much, and a lot of them just turn off,โ€ Jobs said. Larry Page felt the same: โ€œThe best leaders are those with the deepest understanding of the engineering and product design.โ€34 Another lesson of the digital age is as old as Aristotle: โ€œMan is a social animal.โ€ What else could explain CB and ham radios or their successors, such as WhatsApp and Twitter? Almost every digital tool, whether designed for it or not, was commandeered by humans for a social purpose: to create communities, facilitate communication, collaborate on projects, and enable social networking. Even the personal computer, which was originally embraced as a tool for individual creativity, inevitably led to the rise of modems, online services, and eventually Facebook, Flickr, and Foursquare. Machines, by contrast, are not social animals. They donโ€™t join Facebook of their own volition nor seek companionship for its own sake. When Alan Turing asserted that machines would someday behave like humans, his critics countered that they would never be able to show affection or crave intimacy. To indulge Turing, perhaps we could program a machine to feign affection and pretend to seek intimacy, just as humans sometimes do. But Turing, more than almost anyone, would probably know the difference. According to the second part of Aristotleโ€™s quote, the nonsocial nature of computers suggests that they are โ€œeither a beast or a god.โ€ Actually, they are neither. Despite all of the proclamations of artificial intelligence engineers and Internet sociologists, digital tools have no personalities, intentions, or desires. They are what we make of them.
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Walter Isaacson (The Innovators: How a Group of Hackers, Geniuses, and Geeks Created the Digital Revolution)
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I told my version โ€“ faithful and invented, accurate and misremembered, shuffled in time. I told myself as hero like any shipwreck story. It was a shipwreck, and me thrown on the coastline of humankind, and finding it not altogether human, and rarely kind. And I suppose that the saddest thing for me, thinking about the cover version that is Oranges, is that I wrote a story I could live with. The other one was too painful. I could not survive it. I am often asked, in a tick-box kind of way, what is 'true' and what is not 'true' in Oranges. Did I work in a funeral parlour? Did I drive an ice-cream van? Did we have a Gospel Tent? Did Mrs. Winterson build her own CB radio? Did she really stun tomcats with a catapult? I can't answer these questions. I can say that there is a character in Oranges called Testifying Elsie who looks after the little Jeanette and acts as a soft wall against the hurt(ling) force of Mother. I wrote her in because I couldn't bear to leave her out. I wrote her in because I really wished it had been that way. When you are a solitary child you find an imaginary friend. There was no Elsie. There was no one like Elsie. Things were much lonelier than that.
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Jeanette Winterson (Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?)
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You spend hours wrestling with yourself, trying to keep your vision intact, your intensity undiminished. Sometimes I have to stick my head under the tap to get my wits back. And for what? You know what publishing is like these days. Paper costs going up all the time. Nothing gets printed unless it can be made into a movie. Everything is media. Crooked politicians sell their unwritten memoirs for thousands. Iโ€™ve got a great idea for a novel. Itโ€™s about a giant shark whoโ€™s possessed by a demon while swimming in the Bermuda Triangle. And the demon talks in CB lingo, see? Thereโ€™ll be recipes in the back.
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David Sedaris (Children Playing Before a Statue of Hercules (A Meditation on Short Fiction))
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์‚ฌํ‹ฐ๋ฐ”๊ตฌ์ž… ํ…”๋ ˆ๊ทธ๋žจ SGJ8282 ์‚ฌํ‹ฐ๋ฐ”ํ…”๋ ˆ๊ทธ๋žจ
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My confessions did nothing to alter this situation, but for the first time in my life I felt that somebody actually knew me. Three somebodies, to be exact. Two were roaming the highway in a Cadillac, doing God knows what with a CB radio, but the other was as close to me as my own skin, and I could now feel the undiluted pleasure of her company.
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David Sedaris (When You Are Engulfed in Flames)
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119]]] ๋Œ€๋งˆ์ดˆํŒ๋งค ํ…”๋ ˆ๊ทธ๋žจ SGJ8282 ๋Œ€๋งˆ์ดˆํ…”๋ ˆ๊ทธ๋žจ ๋ฐ์€ ํ•˜๋ฃจ ํฌ์‹œ์ฆŒ ์‚ฌํ‹ฐ๋ฐ” ํ—ˆ๋ธŒ ์‹œ์›ํ•œ์ˆ  ์šฐ์œ ์ฃผ์‚ฌ ํ—ค๋กœ์ธ ์ขŒํ‘œ ๋งˆ๋ฆฌํ™”๋‚˜ 1. ์„œ์šธํŠน๋ณ„์‹œ ์ข…๋กœ๊ตฌ, ์ค‘๊ตฌ, ์šฉ์‚ฐ๊ตฌ, ์„ฑ๋™๊ตฌ, ๊ด‘์ง„๊ตฌ, ๋™๋Œ€๋ฌธ๊ตฌ, ์ค‘๋ž‘๊ตฌ, ์„ฑ๋ถ๊ตฌ, ๊ฐ•๋ถ๊ตฌ, ๋„๋ด‰๊ตฌ, ๋…ธ์›๊ตฌ, ์€ํ‰๊ตฌ, ์„œ๋Œ€๋ฌธ๊ตฌ, ๋งˆํฌ๊ตฌ, ์–‘์ฒœ๊ตฌ, ๊ฐ•์„œ๊ตฌ, ๊ตฌ๋กœ๊ตฌ, ๊ธˆ์ฒœ๊ตฌ, ์˜๋“ฑํฌ๊ตฌ, ๋™์ž‘๊ตฌ, ๊ด€์•…๊ตฌ, ์„œ์ดˆ๊ตฌ, ๊ฐ•๋‚จ๊ตฌ, ์†กํŒŒ๊ตฌ, ๊ฐ•๋™๊ตฌ 2. ๋ถ€์‚ฐ๊ด‘์—ญ์‹œ ์ค‘๊ตฌ, ์„œ๊ตฌ, ๋™๊ตฌ, ์˜๋„๊ตฌ, ๋ถ€์‚ฐ์ง„๊ตฌ, ๋™๋ž˜๊ตฌ, ๋‚จ๊ตฌ, ๋ถ๊ตฌ, ๊ฐ•์„œ๊ตฌ, ํ•ด์šด๋Œ€๊ตฌ, ์‚ฌํ•˜๊ตฌ, ๊ธˆ์ •๊ตฌ, ์—ฐ์ œ๊ตฌ, ์ˆ˜์˜๊ตฌ, ์‚ฌ์ƒ๊ตฌ ๊ธฐ์žฅ๊ตฐ 3. ๋Œ€๊ตฌ๊ด‘์—ญ์‹œ ์ž์น˜๊ตฌ: ์ค‘๊ตฌ, ๋™๊ตฌ, ์„œ๊ตฌ, ๋‚จ๊ตฌ, ๋ถ๊ตฌ, ์ˆ˜์„ฑ๊ตฌ, ๋‹ฌ์„œ๊ตฌ ๊ตฐ: ๋‹ฌ์„ฑ๊ตฐ, ๊ตฐ์œ„๊ตฐ (2023๋…„ 7์›” 1์ผ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ๋Œ€๊ตฌ๊ด‘์—ญ์‹œ๋กœ ํŽธ์ž…๋จ) 4. ์ธ์ฒœ๊ด‘์—ญ์‹œ ์ค‘๊ตฌ, ๋™๊ตฌ, ๋ฏธ์ถ”ํ™€๊ตฌ, ์—ฐ์ˆ˜๊ตฌ, ๋‚จ๋™๊ตฌ, ๋ถ€ํ‰๊ตฌ, ๊ณ„์–‘๊ตฌ, ์„œ๊ตฌ ๊ฐ•ํ™”๊ตฐ, ์˜น์ง„๊ตฐ 5. ๊ด‘์ฃผ๊ด‘์—ญ์‹œ ์ž์น˜๊ตฌ: ๋™๊ตฌ, ์„œ๊ตฌ, ์ค‘๊ตฌ, ๋ถ๊ตฌ, ๊ด‘์‚ฐ๊ตฌ 6. ๋Œ€์ „๊ด‘์—ญ์‹œ ์ค‘๊ตฌ, ์„œ๊ตฌ, ๋™๊ตฌ, ์œ ์„ฑ๊ตฌ, ๋Œ€๋•๊ตฌ 7. ์šธ์‚ฐ๊ด‘์—ญ์‹œ ์ค‘๊ตฌ, ๋‚จ๊ตฌ, ๋™๊ตฌ, ๋ถ๊ตฌ ์šธ์ฃผ๊ตฐ 8. ์„ธ์ข…ํŠน๋ณ„์ž์น˜์‹œ ์กฐ์น˜์›์, ์—ฐ๊ธฐ๋ฉด, ์—ฐ๋™๋ฉด, ๋ถ€๊ฐ•๋ฉด, ๊ธˆ๋‚จ๋ฉด, ์žฅ๊ตฐ๋ฉด, ์—ฐ์„œ๋ฉด, ์ „์˜๋ฉด, ์ „๋™๋ฉด, ์†Œ์ •๋ฉด, ํ•œ์†”๋™, ์ƒˆ๋กฌ๋™, ๋‚˜์„ฑ๋™, ๋‹ค์ •๋™, ๋„๋‹ด๋™, ์–ด์ง„๋™, ํ•ด๋ฐ€๋™, ์•„๋ฆ„๋™, ์ข…์ดŒ๋™, ๊ณ ์šด๋™, ๋ณด๋žŒ๋™, ๋Œ€ํ‰๋™, ์†Œ๋‹ด๋™, ๋ฐ˜๊ณก๋™ 9. ๊ฒฝ๊ธฐ๋„ ์ˆ˜์›์‹œ, ์˜์ •๋ถ€์‹œ, ์šฉ์ธ์‹œ, ๊ณ ์–‘์‹œ, ์„ฑ๋‚จ์‹œ, ํ™”์„ฑ์‹œ, ๋ถ€์ฒœ์‹œ, ๋‚จ์–‘์ฃผ์‹œ, ์ฒœ์•ˆ์‹œ, ์•ˆ์‚ฐ์‹œ, ์•ˆ์–‘์‹œ, ํ‰ํƒ์‹œ, ๊น€ํฌ์‹œ, ์‹œํฅ์‹œ, ํŒŒ์ฃผ์‹œ, ๊ด‘์ฃผ์‹œ, ๊ตฐํฌ์‹œ, ์˜ค์‚ฐ์‹œ, ์ด์ฒœ์‹œ, ์–‘์ฃผ์‹œ, ํ•˜๋‚จ์‹œ, ๊ด‘๋ช…์‹œ, ๊ตฌ๋ฆฌ์‹œ, ์•ˆ์„ฑ์‹œ, ์–‘ํ‰๊ตฐ, ์—ฌ์ฃผ์‹œ, ํฌ์ฒœ์‹œ, ์˜์™•์‹œ, ๋™๋‘์ฒœ์‹œ, ์—ฌ์ฃผ์‹œ ๊ฐ€ํ‰๊ตฐ, ์—ฐ์ฒœ๊ตฐ, ๊ณผ์ฒœ์‹œ 10. ๊ฐ•์›ํŠน๋ณ„์ž์น˜๋„ ์ถ˜์ฒœ์‹œ, ์›์ฃผ์‹œ, ๊ฐ•๋ฆ‰์‹œ, ๋™ํ•ด์‹œ, ์†์ดˆ์‹œ, ์‚ผ์ฒ™์‹œ, ํ™์ฒœ๊ตฐ, ์ฒ ์›๊ตฐ, ํƒœ๋ฐฑ์‹œ, ํšก์„ฑ๊ตฐ, ํ‰์ฐฝ๊ตฐ, ์˜์›”๊ตฐ ์–‘์–‘๊ตฐ, ์ •์„ ๊ตฐ, ๊ณ ์„ฑ๊ตฐ, ์ธ์ œ๊ตฐ, ์–‘๊ตฌ๊ตฐ, ํ™”์ฒœ๊ตฐ, ์ฒ ์›๊ตฐ 11. ์ถฉ์ฒญ๋ถ๋„ ์ฒญ์ฃผ์‹œ, ์ œ์ฒœ์‹œ, ์ถฉ์ฃผ์‹œ, ์˜ฅ์ฒœ๊ตฐ, ์ง„์ฒœ๊ตฐ, ์Œ์„ฑ๊ตฐ, ๊ดด์‚ฐ๊ตฐ, ์ฆํ‰๊ตฐ, ๋ณด์€๊ตฐ, ์˜ฅ์ฒœ๊ตฐ ๊ดด์‚ฐ๊ตฐ, ์ฆํ‰๊ตฐ, ๋ณด์€๊ตฐ12. ์ถฉ์ฒญ๋‚จ๋„ ์ฒœ์•ˆ์‹œ, ์•„์‚ฐ์‹œ, ์„œ์‚ฐ์‹œ, ๋‹น์ง„์‹œ, ๊ณต์ฃผ์‹œ, ๋ณด๋ น์‹œ, ๋…ผ์‚ฐ์‹œ, ๊ณ„๋ฃก์‹œ, ํ™์„ฑ๊ตฐ, ์˜ˆ์‚ฐ๊ตฐ ๊ธˆ์‚ฐ๊ตฐ, ์„œ์ฒœ๊ตฐ, ๋ถ€์—ฌ๊ตฐ13. ์ „๋ผ๋ถ๋„ ์ „์ฃผ์‹œ, ์ต์‚ฐ์‹œ, ๊ตฐ์‚ฐ์‹œ, ์ •์์‹œ, ๋‚จ์›์‹œ, ๊น€์ œ์‹œ, ์™„์ฃผ๊ตฐ, ๊ณ ์ฐฝ๊ตฐ, ๋ถ€์•ˆ๊ตฐ, ์žฅ์ˆ˜๊ตฐ ๊ณ ์ฐฝ๊ตฐ, ๋ถ€์•ˆ๊ตฐ14. ์ „๋ผ๋‚จ๋„ ์ˆœ์ฒœ์‹œ, ์—ฌ์ˆ˜์‹œ, ๋ชฉํฌ์‹œ, ๊ด‘์–‘์‹œ, ๋‚˜์ฃผ์‹œ, ํ•ด๋‚จ๊ตฐ, ๋‹ด์–‘๊ตฐ, ๋ณด์„ฑ๊ตฐ, ํ™”์ˆœ๊ตฐ ํ•ด๋‚จ๊ตฐ, ๋‹ด์–‘๊ตฐ, ๋ณด์„ฑ๊ตฐ, ํ™”์ˆœ๊ตฐ15. ๊ฒฝ์ƒ๋ถ๋„ ํฌํ•ญ์‹œ, ๊ฒฝ์ฃผ์‹œ, ๊ตฌ๋ฏธ์‹œ, ๊น€์ฒœ์‹œ, ์•ˆ๋™์‹œ, ์˜์ฃผ์‹œ, ์˜์ฒœ์‹œ, ์ƒ์ฃผ์‹œ, ๋ฌธ๊ฒฝ์‹œ, ์น ๊ณก๊ตฐ, ์šธ์ง„๊ตฐ, ์˜ˆ์ฒœ๊ตฐ ์šธ์ง„๊ตฐ, ์˜ˆ์ฒœ๊ตฐ16. ๊ฒฝ์ƒ๋‚จ๋„ ์ฐฝ์›์‹œ, ์ง„์ฃผ์‹œ, ๊น€ํ•ด์‹œ, ์–‘์‚ฐ์‹œ, ํ†ต์˜์‹œ, ์‚ฌ์ฒœ์‹œ, ๋ฐ€์–‘์‹œ, ๊ฑฐ์ œ์‹œ, ๊ณ ์„ฑ๊ตฐ, ํ•จ์•ˆ๊ตฐ, ์ฐฝ๋…•๊ตฐ, ํ•˜๋™๊ตฐ, ํ•จ์–‘๊ตฐ ๊ณ ์„ฑ๊ตฐ, ํ•จ์•ˆ๊ตฐ, ์ฐฝ๋…•๊ตฐ, ํ•˜๋™๊ตฐ, ํ•จ์–‘๊ตฐ 119 ํŒ๋งค 941 ํŒŒ๋Š”๊ณณ 1763 ๊ตฌ๋งค ๊ตฌ์ž… 2585 ํ…”๋ ˆ ํ…”๋ ˆ๊ทธ๋žจ 3407 ํ…” ํŒ๋งค์ฒ˜ 4229 ๊ตฌ์ž…์ฒ˜ ์‚ฝ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค 5051 ํŒ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค ์‚ฌ๋Š”๊ณณ 120 ์‚ฌ๋Š”๋ฐฉ๋ฒ• ๊ตฌํ•˜๋Š”๋ฐฉ๋ฒ• 121 ๋”œ๋Ÿฌ๋ชจ์ง‘ ๋“œ๋ผํผ๋ชจ์ง‘ 122 ๊ฐ€๊ฒฉ ์ผ€ํƒ€๋ฏผ 123 ์ผ€์ด ์บ”๋”” 124 ์ฐจ๊ฐ€์šด์ˆ  ์ž‘๋Œ€๊ธฐ 125 ๋ชฐ๋ฆฌ ๋ธŒ์•ก 126 ๋ธŒ์•ก ๋–จ 127 ๋–จ์•ก ์ฐฌ์ˆ  128 ํด๋Ÿฝ๋งˆ์•ฝ ์—˜์—์Šค๋”” 129 ๊ณ ๊ธฐ ํ—ค๋กœ์ธ 130 ์šฐ์œ ์ฃผ์‚ฌ ์‹œ์›ํ•œ์ˆ  131 ํ—ˆ๋ธŒ ์‚ฌํ‹ฐ๋ฐ” 132 ์ธ๋””์นด LSD 133 ์•„์ด์Šค ํ”„๋กœํฌํด 134 ๋Œ€๋งˆ์ดˆ ์ฝ”์ฝ”์นด์ธ 135 ์ฝ• ์ฝ”์นด์ธ ์ด๋น™๋‘์‚ฌ๋Š”๊ณณ ํšŒ๋ณต ์ดํ›„๋ถํ•œ์ˆ ์‚ฌ๋Š”๊ณณ ์ฐฌ์ˆ ์‚ฌ๋Š”๊ณณ ์ถฉ๋™์กฐ์ ˆ ์žฅ์• ๋‚˜ ๊ฐ์ • ์žฅ์• ๋ฅผ ์œ ๋ฐœํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์Šต์•„์ด์Šค์ž‘๋Œ€๊ธฐ์‚ฌ๋น™๋‘์‚ฌ๋Š”๊ณณ ๊ณณ ์•„์ด์Šค . 3.3 ํƒˆ์ถœํ•˜๋ ค๋ฉด ๋ˆ„๊ตฐ์•„์ด์Šค์ž‘๋Œ€๊ธฐ๊ตฌ๋งค ๋ฅผ ๋” ๋„ฃ์–ด์•ผ ํ•œ์•„์ด์Šค 8. ๊ฒฐ๋ก : ์–ผ์Œ์ด ๋งŒ๋“  ์•„์ด์Šค์ž‘๋Œ€๊ธฐ๊ตฌ๋งค ์กฑ์˜ ๊ท ์—ด์€ ๋–จ์˜ ์ฃผ์š” ํ–ฅ์ •์‹ ์„ฑ ์„ฑ๋ถ„์€ **ฮ”9-ํ…ŒํŠธ๋ผํ•˜์ด๋“œ๋กœ์นธ๋‚˜๋น„๋†€(THC)**์ด์•„์ด์Šค . THC๋น™๋‘์‚ฌ๋Š”๊ณณ ์ธ๊ฐ„ ๋‡Œ๋ถํ•œ์ˆ ์‚ฌ๋Š”๊ณณ ์กด์žฌํ•˜๋น™๋‘์‚ฌ๋Š”๊ณณ **์นธ๋‚˜๋น„๋…ธ์ด๋“œ ์ˆ˜์šฉ์ฒด(CB1 receptor)**๋ถํ•œ์ˆ ์‚ฌ๋Š”๊ณณ ๊ฒฐํ•ฉํ•˜์—ฌ ์•„์ด์Šค ์–‘ํ•œ ์‹ ๊ฒฝ ์ „๋‹ฌ ๋ฌผ์งˆ์˜ ๋ฐฉ์ถœ๋ถํ•œ์ˆ ์‚ฌ๋Š”๊ณณ ์˜ํ–ฅ๋–จ ๋ฏธ์นœ์•„์ด์Šค . ์ด ์ˆ˜์šฉ์ฒด๋น™๋‘์‚ฌ๋Š”๊ณณ ํŠนํžˆ ์ „์ „๋‘์—ฝ, ํ•ด๋งˆ, ๊ธฐ์ €ํ•ต, ์†Œ๋‡Œ ๋“ฑ ๋‡Œ์˜ ์—ฌ๋Ÿฌ ํ•ต์‹ฌ ๋ถ€์œ„๋ถํ•œ์ˆ ์‚ฌ๋Š”๊ณณ ๋ฐ€์ง‘๋˜์–ด ์žˆ์œผ๋ฉฐ, ์ด๋กœ ์ธํ•ด THC์˜ ์˜ํ–ฅ์€ ๋‹จ๊ธฐ ๊ธฐ์–ต, ํŒ๋‹จ, ์ฃผ์˜๋ ฅ, ๊ฐ์ • ์กฐ์ ˆ, ์šด๋™ ๊ธฐ๋Šฅ ๋“ฑ ์—ฌ๋Ÿฌ ์˜์—ญ๋ถํ•œ์ˆ ์‚ฌ๋Š”๊ณณ ๊ด‘๋ฒ”์œ„ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์ž‘์šฉํ•œ์•„์ด์Šค . 5. ํšŒ๋ณต ๋ฐ ํ›„์œ ์ฆ ๊ด€๋ฆฌ ์ „๋žต
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๋Œ€๋งˆ์ดˆํŒ๋งค ํ…”๋ ˆ๊ทธ๋žจ SGJ8282 ๋Œ€๋งˆ์ดˆํ…”๋ ˆ๊ทธ๋žจ
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If you die, I will knock down the gates of heaven to find you because you belong in the darkness...with me.
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C.B. Frey (The Casella King (The Casella Brothers, #1))
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Jess is too big for her skin, as if she might float away in the exhilarating possibility of the moment.
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C.B. Lee (Not Your Sidekick (Sidekick Squad, #1))
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What's the best way to say because it's too embarrassing to talk to a crush about sex and read an explicit thing they wrote while they're right there?
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C.B. Lee (Not Your Sidekick (Sidekick Squad, #1))
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The Smashmobile is driver-operated, and sheโ€™s qualified to drive it, but only in case of emergency. Claudia
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C.B. Lee (Not Your Sidekick (Not Your Sidekick, #1))
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My mama used to tell me, โ€˜Religion is like your pecker. Donโ€™t ever show it to anyone who donโ€™t ask to see it first.
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C.B. Bernard (Small Animals Caught in Traps: A Novel)
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Believing is seeing.
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C.B. Smith
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Life is a miracle far beyond our limited understanding.
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C.B. Smith
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Slavery, like energy, does not disappear; it only changes from one form into another.
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C.B. Smith
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The din of corporate avarice is a blister boil on the buttocks of humanity.
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C.B. Smith
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Woman is the slave of the world.
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C.B. Smith
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We canโ€™t just sit on our asses and not live our lives while weโ€™re trying to expose a corrupt government,
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C.B. Lee (Not Your Sidekick (Not Your Sidekick, #1))
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In the quietest moments and in the loudest ones, I will remind you." - Rafael Casella Guerra
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C.B. Frey (The Casella Sin (The Casella Brothers, #3))
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Ready to go?" He really liked his karate classes. "I don't have anything to wear." There were so incredibly many comebacks to that remark that Tom was silent for a moment, overwhelmed with his opportunities.
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C.B. Conwy (Happily Ever After (Russian Bear, #4))
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Jess is painfully aware of how young she is. Her shirtsleeves don't quite extend to her wrists; after a growth spurt last summer, her debate clothes don't fit as well as she thought. She feels as if she's playing dress-up.
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C.B. Lee (Not Your Sidekick (Sidekick Squad, #1))
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When young I'd visit my aunt in small town Tennessee. Her place was carved into the side of a steep ridge. All red mud and gravel. The driveway was too steep for most. You just parked at the bottom and struggled up to the front door. You really had to want to visit. The closest anything was a truck stop off I-75. Near where fog caused a 99 car crash. We went there to eat biscuits and gravy. Wash it down with whole milk. Prostitutes advertised by CB. They found a dead trucker in a restroom once. No one seemed surprised. There was a rigged Coin Pusher machine. Elvira Pinball. I set the high score. Then returned to Florida. Where teachers asked me to write about my summer.
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Damon Thomas (Some Books Are Not For Sale (Rural Gloom))
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Johnny got us a desk and a separate phone line and paid for the auto-body people to yank out the Biscayneโ€™s backseat and install a warming box. We paid for the CB radio ourselves; it helped us save on gas. Roberta said dispatching made her feel like she was back in show business. For her CB handle, she resurrected her old radio name. โ€œPolka Princess to Sweetโ€™nโ€™Sour. Got your ears on? Over.โ€ The jargon embarrassed me but she wouldnโ€™t answer if I just said, โ€œWhat do you want, Roberta?โ€ and I couldnโ€™t afford stubbornness. The Biscayne was getting nine miles to the gallon. โ€œTen-four, Princess. What gives? Over.โ€ โ€œIf yโ€™ainโ€™t been out to Hillcrest yet, come back to Paradise for a pupu and an Eight Immortals Crossinโ€™ the Sea. Over.โ€ โ€œI hear you, Princess. Over.
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Wally Lamb (She's Come Undone)
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Ergoloid mesylates (Hydergine) Developed by Albert Hofmann and marketed without FDA approval as a neuroprotective โ€œsmart drug,โ€ ergoloid mesylates is reportedly comparable at standard doses to microdoses of LSD. Itโ€™s only available on prescription in most Western countries, but you may be able to buy it online elsewhere. 2C-B-FLY Active even at sub-milligram doses, the effects of 2C-B-FLY have been likened to mescaline and MDA (MDMAโ€™s more potent, more psychedelic predecessor). Microdoses of less than 100 ฮผg (0.1 mg) may enhance motivation, empathy, creativity, and philosophical or abstract thinking. 2C-B-FLY is unscheduled in the U.S. but may be considered an illegal analog of 2C-B. In Canada, itโ€™s a Schedule III substance. In any case, itโ€™s widely available online.
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Paul Austin (Microdosing Psychedelics: A Practical Guide to Upgrade Your Life)
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The game had only two rules. The first was that every statement had to have at least two words in which the first letters were switched. โ€œYouโ€™re not my little sister,โ€ Shawn said. โ€œYouโ€™re my sittle lister.โ€ He pronounced the words lazily, blunting the tโ€™s to dโ€™s so that it sounded like โ€œsiddle lister.โ€ The second rule was that every word that sounded like a number, or like it had a number in it, had to be changed so that the number was one higher. The word โ€œtoโ€ for example, because it sounds like the number โ€œtwo,โ€ would become โ€œthree.โ€ โ€œSiddle Lister,โ€ Shawn might say, โ€œwe should pay a-eleven-tion. Thereโ€™s a checkpoint ahead and I canโ€™t a-five-d a ticket. Time three put on your seatbelt.โ€ When we tired of this, weโ€™d turn on the CB and listen to the lonely banter of truckers stretched out across the interstate. โ€œLook out for a green four-wheeler,โ€ a gruff voice said, when we were somewhere between Sacramento and Portland. โ€œBeen picnicking in my blind spot for a half hour.โ€ A four-wheeler, Shawn explained, is what big rigs call cars and pickups. Another voice came over the CB to complain about a red Ferrari that was weaving through traffic at 120 miles per hour. โ€œBastard damned near hit a little blue Chevy,โ€ the deep voice bellowed through the static. โ€œShit, thereโ€™s kids in that Chevy. Anybody up ahead wanna cool this hothead down?โ€ The voice gave its location. Shawn checked the mile marker. We were ahead. โ€œIโ€™m a white Pete pulling a fridge,โ€ he said. There was silence while everybody checked their mirrors for a Peterbilt with a reefer. Then a third voice, gruffer than the first, answered: โ€œIโ€™m the blue KW hauling a dry box.โ€ โ€œI see you,โ€ Shawn said, and for my benefit pointed to a navy-colored Kenworth a few cars ahead. When the Ferrari appeared, multiplied in our many mirrors, Shawn shifted into high gear, revving the engine and pulling beside the Kenworth so that the two fifty-foot trailers were running side by side, blocking both lanes. The Ferrari honked, weaved back and forth, braked, honked again. โ€œHow long should we keep him back there?โ€ the husky voice said, with a deep laugh. โ€œUntil he calms down,โ€ Shawn answered. Five miles later, they let him pass. The trip lasted about a week, then we told Tony to find us a load to Idaho. โ€œWell, Siddle Lister,โ€ Shawn said when we pulled into the junkyard, โ€œback three work.โ€ โ€” THE WORM CREEK OPERA HOUSE announced a new play: Carousel. Shawn drove me to the audition, then surprised me by auditioning himself. Charles was also there, talking to a girl named
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Tara Westover (Educated)
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I am like God, Codi? Like GOD? Give me a break. If I get another letter that mentions SAVING THE WORLD, I am sending you, by return mail, a letter bomb. Codi, please. I've got things to do. You say you're not a moral person. What a copout. Sometime, when I wasn't looking, something happened to make you think you were bad. What, did Miss Colder give you a bad mark on your report card? You think you're no good, so you can't do good things. Jesus, Codi, how long are you going to keep limping around on that crutch? It's the other way around, it's what you do that makes you who you are. I'm sorry to be blunt. I've had a bad week. I am trying to explain, and I wish you were here so I could tell you this right now, I am trying to explain to you that I'm not here to save anybody or any thing. It's not some perfect ideal we're working toward that keeps us going. You ask, what if we lose this war? Well, we could. By invasion, or even in the next election. People are very tired. I don't expect to see perfection before I die. Lord, if I did I would have stuck my head in the oven back in Tucson, after hearing the stories of some of those refugees. What keeps you going isn't some fine destination but just the road you're on, and the fact that you know how to drive. You keep your eyes open, you see this damned-to-hell world you got born into, and you ask yourself, "What life can I live that will let me breathe in & out and love somebody or something and not run off screaming into the woods?" I didn't look down from some high rock and choose cotton fields in Nicaragua. These cotton fields chose me. The contras that were through here yesterday got sent to a prison farm where they'll plant vegetables, learn to read and write if they don't know how, learn to repair CB radios, and get a week-long vacation with their families every year. They'll probably get amnesty in five. There's hardly ever a repeat offender. That kid from San Manuel died. Your sister, Hallie "What's new with Hallie?" Loyd asked. "Nothing." I folded the pages back into the envelope as neatly as I could, trying to leave its creases undisturbed, but my fingers had gone numb and blind. With tears in my eyes I watched whatever lay to the south of us, the land we were driving down into, but I have no memory of it. I was getting a dim comprehension of the difference between Hallie and me. It wasn't a matter of courage or dreams, but something a whole lot simpler. A pilot would call it ground orientation. I'd spent a long time circling above the clouds, looking for life, while Hallie was living it.
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Barbara Kingsolver (Animal Dreams)
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Then I heard it--the voice over the CB radio. โ€œYouโ€™re on fire! Youโ€™re on fire!โ€ The voice repeated, this time with more urgency, โ€œCharlie! Get out! Youโ€™re on fire!โ€ I sat there, frozen, unable to process the reality of what Iโ€™d just heard. โ€œOh, shit!โ€ sweet little Charlie yelled, grabbing his door handle. โ€œWeโ€™ve got to get out, darlinโ€™--get outta here!โ€ He opened his door, swung his feeble knees around, and let gravity pull him out of the pickup; I, in turn, did the same. Covering my head instinctively as I ditched, I darted away from the vehicle, running smack-dab into Marlboro Manโ€™s brother, Tim, in the process. He was spraying the side of Charlieโ€™s pickup, which, by now, was engulfed in flames. I kept running until I was sure I was out of the path of danger. โ€œRee! Whereโ€™d you come from?!?โ€ Tim yelled, barely taking his eyes off the fire on the truck, which, by then, was almost extinguished. Tim hadnโ€™t known I was on the scene. โ€œYou okay?โ€ he yelled, glancing over to make sure I wasnโ€™t on fire, too. A cowboy rushed to Charlieโ€™s aid on the other side of the truck. He was fine, too, bless his heart. By now Marlboro Man had become aware of the commotion, not because heโ€™d seen it happen through the smoke, but because his hose had reached the end of its slack and Charlieโ€™s truck was no longer following behind. Another spray truck had already rushed over to Marlboro Manโ€™s spot and resumed chasing the fire--the same fire that might have gobbled up a rickety, old spray truck, an equally rickety man named Charlie, and me. Luckily Tim had been nearby when a wind gust blew the flames over Charlieโ€™s truck, and had acted quickly. The fire on the truck was out by now, and Marlboro Man rushed over, grabbed my shoulders, and looked me over--trying, in all the confusion, to make sure I was in one piece. And I was. Physically, I was perfectly fine. My nervous system, on the other hand, was a shambles. โ€œYou okay?โ€ he shouted over the crackling sounds of the fire. All I could do was nod and bite my lip to keep from losing it. Can I go home now? was the only thing going through my mind. That, and I want my mommy. The fire was farther away by now, but it seemed to be growing in intensity. Even I could tell the wind had picked up. Marlboro Man and Tim looked at each otherโ€ฆand burst out in nervous laughter--the kind of laugh you laugh when you almost fall but donโ€™t; when your car almost goes off a cliff but comes to a stop right at the edge; when your winning team almost misses the winning pass but doesnโ€™t; or when your fiancรฉe and a local cowboy are almost burned aliveโ€ฆbut arenโ€™t. I might have laughed, too, if I could muster any breath.
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Ree Drummond (The Pioneer Woman: Black Heels to Tractor Wheels)