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Beginnings of a glorious climax blurred the edges of her awareness. Long red fingernails scored her lover's back in promised triumph.
The young male, poised and tensed, provided satisfaction once again, as he had for the past two weeks.
Ripples echoed inside her quivering flesh and she relaxed in pure pleasure, replete.
"Ah, cheri," she sighed with a soft caress to his damp shoulders. She hugged him close, then closed her eyes, very pleased.
This one, her most recent inamorato, was different. An American, no more than thirty, she guessed. She knew her friends laughed at her choice. Mature men were preferred, they stated with self-assured righteousness, as if no woman could afford anything less. An older woman needed a man with experience, someone who understood female emotions, someone with sensitivity and a knowing touch. But Manon Chartier had tired of experienced men with their understanding winks and lecherous grins and the middle-aged love handles and hairy shoulders. Lately, she wanted unrestrained passion and youthful exuberance. And good looks. That was when she met Brett Peterson.
Brett rolled his shoulders and stretched his legs.
"Do not move," she whispered in his ear, then delicately licked his earlobe.
He raised his head and gazed into her eyes. "But I have a gift for you."
A seasoned coquette, she adopted an innocent smile. "A gift?" She played the game with exquisite artistry, as if each encounter were the first, each look, each smile arising from virginal emotions. Yet she demanded the game and set forth the rules.
While he retrieved the present she reclined in diffident luxury against mint green silk pillows and idly wound an auburn curl around her fingers.
He returned, holding out a small gold rectangle tied with gold string.
"What can this be?" she asked with a little laugh, letting her gaze roam over his tall, lithe body. He really is beautiful, she thought, already anticipating their next rendezvous.
Sitting next to her, he placed a kiss on her smooth, white shoulder. "Open it."
Manon licked her lips, imagining the velvety rich concoction even before she removed the wrapping. Milk chocolate, dark chocolate, crème-filled or nuts, she loved it all, as long as it was the best. French, of course. Her cultured tongue could differentiate between natural and artificial flavorings, tiny variations in the percentage of cocoa butter. Over the years she had tasted Dutch, Swiss, German, and Belgian confections. But she preferred the chocolate of her homeland and made sure to tell each of her lovers.
"Brett, you are so sweet to think of me." Her fingers tugged off the string, then lifted the lid. Stenciled in white block letters on forest green cellophane were the words Pieces of Eight, made in USA.
How coarse, she thought. No poetry, no style. A lacquered fingernail lifted the cellophane to peer at eight thick foil-wrapped coins in pockets of plain white tissue.
" This is not French," she announced, her voice cracking with indignation.
Brett smiled. "I know. But they're wonderful. You'll love them."
She shook her head, her cheeks stained with displeasure. "No." She thrust the box into his hands.
" Manon, try one." He held out one of the gold coins, waving it under her nose like a reward for an obedient pet.
Auburn curls fell forward as she harrumphed, crossed her arms over her beautiful breasts, and turned her head away. "I let you take me out to dinner, I invite you to my apartment, I make love to you, and this is what you bring me?" She pointed to the door without looking at him. "Go."
" Manon," he took her hand and kissed her fingers, "you're being unreasonable." He placed a lingering kiss on her palm.
She felt her body begin to melt under the heat from his mouth and ventured a quick peek at him. His deep blue eyes held her gaze for a moment, eyes that reminded her of Monet's water lilies. She almost softened.
" No. You have insulted me. I do not eat American chocolate." Feeling petty and inexpressibly wounded, she stuck out her tongue.
Before she could resist, Brett captured her tongue between his lips, drawing it into his mouth, coaxing her mouth to open, to seduce and be seduced.
You are too clever, my young American, she thought, caressing his jaw with her hands as she willingly gave into the kiss.
When he lifted his head, she announced, "I will try one."
Grinning, Brett unwrapped a piece of dark chocolate and held it to her lips. "You won't be sorry."
Such arrogance. Displeasure creased her forehead and exited her nostrils in an audible sigh. Yet it was too late to retreat. She took a bite. Luscious dark chocolate coated her tongue, followed by a subtle medley of raspberry, coffee and cognac. Her eyes closed in utter delight. Her head fell back against the pillows. Her body relaxed, drugged by euphoria.
" Manon?"
" More," she whispered, her mouth open to receive the godly nectar.
The remainder of the chocolate coin slipped between her lips. This time she allowed it to melt in her mouth against the slow rocking movement of her tongue. Bliss. Heavenly bliss. She could lie here forever with that taste in her mouth. Nothing else mattered but the divine sensations from this chocolate.
Brett kissed her gently on the lips. "I have to go. Nine o'clock meeting. I'll see you tonight?"
Her eyelids fluttered open. "Mmm," she replied, barely able to think.
" I'll pick you up at eight." He kissed her again, then grabbed his clothes from the chaise longue and headed for the bathroom.
Manon pulled the box of chocolates to her and unwrapped a second coin. She sniffed, trying to detect its essence, but the rich chocolate scent masked the interior flavors. With her first bite, an explosion of tangy orange and vanilla crème filled her mouth, followed by an afterthought of triple sec. Even though she sampled it slowly, it soon disappeared and she quickly popped in the second half of the coin.
Stretching in sated luxury, she wriggled her toes beneath the covers and contemplated the day. A simple breakfast at 9:30 while she reviewed the morning paper's financial section to monitor her investments and scout for prospective gentlemen (one didn't leave such things to chance), her weekly hair appointment with Georges, lunch with her best friend, Danielle, at Le Petit Chat near the impressionist museum, a manicure and body wax at 3:00, and some shopping before dinner. She had to have a new dress for this evening. No self-respecting woman wore the same clothes twice, at least not with the same man. She thought about something besides black. Brett liked bright colors. Although she looked superb in black – it brought out the luster in her hair and made her skin positively creamy. Perhaps something off-the-shoulder. He adored her shoulders, one of her best features. Mature women should always flaunt their advantages, her mother used to say, and Manon took her mother's wisdom to heart.
Pulling back the covers, she stood up and walked to the window. The view of the Eiffel Tower never failed to lighten her heart. The apartment, however, came with a hefty price tag, as did the 650-count cotton sheets, Turkish bath towels, and the array of cosmetics and skin care from Orlane. But it was worth it. Her male companions, who wined and dined her and supplied her with fabulous jewels, never failed to comment on her appearance, saying she looked as good as any thirty-year-old, sometimes better. The chocolate… Well, sex was healthy, beneficial, a requisite. But chocolate lifted her spirits. A woman always needed a lift.
The front door closed with a click. He's gone, she thought, recalling the last moments of their recent interlude.
" How wonderful it is to be a woman," she said, stretching her arms wide. She licked her lips, tasting chocolate, and turned to gaze at the gold box on the bedspread. "Just one more," she acquiesced, reaching for a third gold coin. Self-indulgence led to coarse, wanton behavior, so her mother said, an attitude Manon could ill afford. But the chocolates were so good. So lush. Like stepping into paradise. Surely one more wouldn't be that wicked. She peeled back the gold wrapper and popped the whole piece in her mouth. Cherries and ginger bathed in kirsch. "Ahhh." Well, she acknowledged, maybe a little wicked.
Champagne flowed at dinner. Flushed and happy, Manon followed Brett onto the dance floor. Ensconced in his arms, she pressed her cheek against his neck and inhaled the subtle smell of cologne. "I forgive you, cheri."
His low, hearty chuckle embraced her with masculine strength. "And what am I forgiven for?"
" The American chocolates." She slipped a hand around his neck and fingered the short hairs above his collar.
He pulled back and stared into her eyes. "So you liked them after all?"
She pursed her lips as if in thought, then hid her desire behind an innocent smile. "Yes, cheri."
He laughed again and pulled her close, circling the floor with effortless grace. "Well, there's more where that came from."
Still masking her desire, she said, "I am so glad to hear that. You will buy me more, yes?"
" Of course, darling. I'll order some first thing tomorrow morning."
" And I will have them tomorrow night." She caressed his cheek with a slender finger. "You take such good care of me."
" Tomorrow night? No. It'll take at least a week."
Manon stopped so suddenly they crashed into a nearby couple and knocked them off-balance.
" Pardon me," Brett apologized to a gray-haired man in a dark suit.
Manon paid little attention. "I must have them tomorrow," she announced in a firm voice that carried across the room.
Patrons cocked their heads in her direction.
Brett turned back to Manon and attempted to gather her into his arms. "Is it so important?"
Unyielding, she repeated her demand. "I must have them tomorrow."
Her behavior appalled her. People did not create scenes at Michel's, especially a woman of her reputation. But she couldn't stop thinking about the chocolates. She had thought of little else all day. She did not want to tell him she had eaten them all in one sitting.
Brett took her arm in his firm grasp. "Let's sit down and discuss this."
She moved her arm away and lowered her voice. Soft, yet steely, she said, "You will bring me another box of chocolates tomorrow night or we will not see each other again." Head held high, she marched off the dance floor, grabbed her purse from the table, and walked outside where she hailed a taxi. After she gave her address to the driver, she leaned her face against the cool window and cried.
" I am stupid," she muttered through her tears. "So, so stupid." He was perfect for her, exactly what she wanted. Eager. Passionate. And so adoring. And she was banishing him from her life over a box of chocolates. A simple sweet. Not even something tangible or long-lasting. Once they were eaten, all that remained was a memory of smooth, rich, divine, luscious decadence. She shivered, recalling the taste of each coin. No two were the same. If she had to choose a favorite, was it the raspberry-coffee, or the chocolate caramel with hazelnuts, or the white chocolate mousse with banana? She needed another box to decide.
The taxi stopped in front of her building. Manon paid the driver and walked up the steps to an empty apartment. Tonight the familiar furnishings offered no warmth, no comfort. Despite the mild evening, she trembled with cold. She sat down on the pale blue velvet couch and pulled a soft afghan around her shoulders. "What have I done?" she moaned. Even as she lamented her plight, she drummed her perfectly manicured nails on the side table in anticipation of tomorrow's gift.
Brett did not visit her the next evening, or the one after that. There were no messages and no packages. Manon remained in her apartment for three days, afraid to show her face after the spectacle at Michel's. She ignored all phone calls, took long baths, watched ridiculous soap operas on television, and existed on coffee and biscuits. A horrible diet, she knew, but what could she do? She had made a fool of herself.
She took her first call the afternoon of the third day.
" Manon, are you all right?" Danielle asked. "You haven't answered your phone. I've been worried about you."
Danielle's voice soothed Manon's frayed nerves. "I've been so stupid, Danielle."
" Don't be silly, cherie. Everyone is talking about you. You made life exciting."
" You're just saying that," Manon argued, unconvinced.
" It's the truth. You're a sensation."
Manon sighed. "I'm not sure I want to be a sensation." She wondered how long it would take people to forget about her, although being in the limelight, even temporarily, had its advantages.
" Come shopping with me," Danielle urged. "I'm going to a new jazz club tonight and I need something daring."
Manon laughed. "Everything you wear is daring."
" I have great style, cherie. You should come with me. It'll do you good to get out."
" I don't know." She wanted to get out. Her cozy, little apartment had turned dreary. Suffocating. She needed a change of pace, liberation from her confinement.
" Say yes," her friend urged.
" All right," Manon agreed. "I'll come."
After the shopping expedition, she ate a large salade Niçoise at the café down the street (for stamina, she reasoned), then she returned home and bathed in milk powder to soften and enrich her prized alabaster skin, and lavender to relax the tension in her muscles. She applied her makeup with care, paying particular attention to her almond-shaped eyes and full mouth, swept her hair into a French twist with a few stray curls dangling in front of her ears, and slipped into a black silk halter dress that accentuated her shoulders and dipped low in the back. Surveying herself in the mirror, she gave an approving nod. "Magnifique," she said to the woman in the reflection. Then she wondered what she was trying to prove. She was not in the mood for seduction.
" This is ridiculous," she muttered, her hand on the zipper at the back of her dress. "Who am I fooling?"
The doorbell rang. Manon opened the door to a beautiful dark-haired woman in a close-fitting gown with an alluring touch of cleavage.
" Ready?" Danielle asked, swinging car keys from her hand.
Manon smiled, feeling a bit of her old energy return. "But of course."
They walked into a dark, smoky atmosphere filled with slow-moving bodies and the sultry tones of Edith Piaf. Danielle led the way to a table at the back of the club and ordered champagne. When the drinks appeared, she lifted hers in a toast. "À votre santé. And to good food, good wine, and good sex."
Manon smiled at their favorite saying. "To all that." She drained her glass of Cristal and signaled the waiter for another. "Ah, such a lovely thing, champagne. The French are marvelous people. So intelligent, so creative." She waited while the waiter set a new drink on the table. "I am finished with Americans." Another sip added conviction to her words. "You were right. They do not know how to treat a woman." She quickly finished her second glass.
" Take care, cherie," her friend cautioned. "It's not like you to be reckless."
Manon leaned back in her chair and looked around the club. Most of the tables were occupied by older customers, the majority middle-aged, some she guessed to be in their sixties. Definitely not the younger crowd, she thought. But that had been her mistake last time, an error she would not make again.
A lean-faced dark-haired gentleman glanced her way, his eyes alight with interest. She smiled. He smiled back. Within moments, he stood by her table.
" Would you care to dance, Madame?" he asked politely, revealing very white, even teeth.
She detected a hint of roughness underlying the smooth, courteous exterior. An attractive man of passion, experience. A man who could demand and satisfy. As it should be. She'd had enough of youthful exuberance. She smiled again and nodded.
After several hours of conversation, dancing, and more champagne, Manon bid goodnight to her new suitor, Alex. They arranged to meet the following evening for dinner. Manon explained the rules, as she did to all her lovers, with special emphasis on French chocolates.
" They must be French," she declared with a touch of vehemence, directed not at Alex but her prior lapse of judgment.
" Of course," Alex replied. "They will be French." He gallantly kissed her hand. "Until tomorrow."
The next evening, Manon awaited his arrival, eager, yet somewhat nervous. Could she trust her judgment after the faux pas with the American? It was a slip, she told herself. A minor slip. A momentary distraction. Alex fit the description of her ex-lovers. He was what she needed to help her forget… No, she would not think about that now. Concentrate on Alex, she told herself.
At the sound of the doorbell, she smoothed her dress and patted her hair. She opened the door with a brilliant smile. "Alex!"
" Madame Chartier?" asked a young man dressed in a white shirt and black pants. He held a small brown package in his hands.
" Yes."
" This is for you. Please sign here." He presented her with a clipboard, waited for her signature, then handed her the box. "Have a good day."
She closed the door and set the box on the table next to the door. Her evening companion would arrive any second. The package would have to wait.
Curiosity forced her to open the package. Inside, she found a familiar gold rectangle. When she lifted the lid, a folded white paper lay atop the green cellophane. Her fingers trembled as she opened the note. "Fondest regards, Brett."
"Oh," she whispered softly as she carried the chocolates over to the sofa. She unwrapped a gold coin and sniffed, knowing she would smell only chocolate, but needing to delay the inevitable.
She leaned back on the sofa and bit into the delicious morsel. A symphony of new tastes cascaded onto her tongue – key lime with bits of coconut and coconut rum.
Her body relaxed in decadent luxury. She ignored the ringing of the doorbell, the knocking, the strident voice, and focused on the flavors that cocooned her in indulgent bliss.
Brett. Dear, adorable Brett. She reached for another gold coin and sank into Nirvana.


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"Outstanding . . . Girl at War performs the miracle of making the stories of broken lives in a distant country feel as large and universal as myth."—The New York Times Book Review (Editor's Choice)
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"Powerful and vividly wrought . . . Nović writes about horrors with an elegant understatement. In cool, accomplished sentences, we are met with the gravity, brutality and even the mundaneness of war and loss as well as the enduring capacity to live."—San Francisco Chronicle
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"Nović's important debut brings painfully home the jarring fact that what happens in today's headlines on a daily basis—the atrocities of wars in Africa and the Mideast—is neither new nor even particularly the worst that humankind can commit. Take it from ten-year-old Ana Jurić, conscripted into the Yugoslav civil war in the early 1990s by the bad luck of simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time. . . . . As Nović gradually reveals, you can take the girl out of the war zone, but you can't take the war zone out of the girl. By the time Ana becomes a student at a New York university, all that violence has been bottled up inside her head for a decade. Thanks to Nović's considerable skill, Ana's return visit to her homeland and her past is nearly as cathartic for the reader as it is for Ana."—Booklist (starred review)
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"[A] smart and insightful debut, which will please fans of A Constellation of Vital Phenomena or the essays of Aleksander Hemon . . . [Nović] ably conveys Ana's plight, torn between two cultures and unable to feel at home in either one."—BookPage
"We know the broad outlines of the terrible shattering of the Balkans in the early 1990s, but the essence of war is in the details, and Croatian-born Nović's debut novel delivers a finely honed sense of what the bloodshed really meant for those who withstood it. . . . Nović's heartbreaking book is all the more effective for its use of personal rather than sensational detail and will be embraced by a wide range of readers."—Library Journal
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"Sara Nović isn't here to play games. Her debut novel, Girl at War, serves as the announcement of an audacious talent. Great war stories are engaging and rough and honest, and Nović's book is certainly all three. But it's the fact that all this war is happening to a child that makes this book singular and special. You'll hold tight to this book as if you were going to protect the young girl at its center—but come to find out, she's the one with all the courage and all the strength."—Victor LaValle, author of The Devil in Silver
"Girl at War is a harrowing, unforgettable novel. From the devastation of the Yugoslavian civil war, Sara Nović has wrought a deeply moving and necessary story of exile, family, and memory; a prayer over the unquiet graves of public and private trauma. Nović's prose is so assured and wise that you'll think this must be her tenth book rather than her first one, but indeed this is a debut—a major, unmissable debut."—Justin Taylor, author of Flings
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Sara Nović was born in 1987 and has lived in the United States and Croatia. She is a graduate of the MFA program at Columbia University, where she studied fiction and translation. She is the fiction editor at Blunderbuss Magazine and teaches writing at the Fashion Institute of Technology and Columbia University. She lives in Queens, New York.
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Jawbreaker is a video game programmed by John Harris and released in 1981 for the Atari 400/800 by On-line Systems. It is essentially a Pac-Man clone, in that a small yellow set of jaws is moved around the map to pick up small dots while avoiding the 'jawbreakers' which roll around the map. If the jaws bite the jawbreaker, they will be destroyed and the player will lose a life. It was released for the Atari 2600 and later the Apple II.
John Harris also developed and released ports of the game for the Atari 2600 under Tigervision (1982), and the Apple II (1981) under On-Line Systems. A game by the same name for the Commodore 64 was released in 1983, but coded by Doug Whittaker and Chuck Bueche and bore little resemblance to the original version.
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Traveling Luck for Ballsfjordeidet, Troms, Norway
Where is Ballsfjordeidet?What's around Ballsfjordeidet?
Wikipedia near Ballsfjordeidet
Where to stay near Ballsfjordeidet
Also known as Balsfjordeidet
The timezone in Ballsfjordeidet is Europe/Oslo
Sunrise at 10:44 and Sunset at 13:03. It's Dark
Latitude. 69.2167°, Longitude. 19.5333°
Weather near Ballsfjordeidet; Report from Bardufoss, 44.6km away
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Temperature: -7°C / 19°F
Wind: 5.8km/h Southeast
Cloud: Few at 3500ft Scattered at 11000ft Broken at 25000ft
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Temperature: -7°C / 19°F
Wind: 5.8km/h Southeast
Cloud: Few at 3500ft Scattered at 11000ft Broken at 25000ft
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Geographic features & Photographs around Ballsfjordeidet, in Troms, Norway
- farm;
- a tract of land with associated buildings devoted to agriculture.
- Bakken (1.4km)
- Furskognes (2.8km)
- Slettnes (3.3km)
- Musnes (5.1km)
- Smørpund (7.1km)
- Indre Seljelvnes (7.4km)
- Sandbukta (7.7km)
- Akkasæter (8.4km)
- Holen (9km)
- Sørkjos (10.9km)
- Kila (11km)
- Kila (12.2km)
- Holmenes (12.3km)
- Ytre Seljelv (12.4km)
- Vingstad (13.5km)
- peak;
- a pointed elevation atop a mountain, ridge, or other hypsographic feature.
- Perstinden (1.9km)
- Russetindan (2.3km)
- Halvorfjellet (4.3km)
- Istind (5.7km)
- Lagofjellet (7.4km)
- Nordfjellet (7.5km)
- Stortind (7.9km)
- Piggtind (9km)
- Oksetind (10.2km)
- Stortind (11.1km)
- Botlshardtindan (11.5km)
- Hattavarri (13.4km)
- populated place;
- a city, town, village, or other agglomeration of buildings where people live and work.
- Vollan (0.7km)
- Nordkjosbotn (1.4km)
- Vollan (1.4km)
- Bomstad (4.5km)
- Seljelvnes (7km)
- Øvergard (8.1km)
- Sørkjos (10.2km)
- Storsteinnes (11.7km)
- Tennes (12.1km)
- Storsteinnes (12.4km)
- Balsfjord (13.3km)
- valley;
- an elongated depression usually traversed by a stream.
- Ballsfjordeidet (0km)
- Markenesdalen (6.1km)
- Kjusakdalen (6.3km)
- Svensborgdalen (9.9km)
- lake;
- a large inland body of standing water.
- Storvatnet (4.5km)
- Storvatnet (10km)
- Gur'galan (10.5km)
- Andorvatnet (13km)
Accommodation around Ballsfjordeidet
- cove(s);
- a small coastal indentation, smaller than a bay.
- Nordkjosen (5.1km)
- Sørkjosen (9.7km)
- Sørkjosen (10.3km)
- mountain;
- an elevation standing high above the surrounding area with small summit area, steep slopes and local relief of 300m or more.
- Rassevarri (8.4km)
- Svensborgtind (8.7km)
- Sar'revarri (12.2km)
- farms;
- tracts of land with associated buildings devoted to agriculture.
- Ytre Seljelv (8.4km)
- Lakselvsletta (13.4km)
- administrative division;
- an administrative division of a country, undifferentiated as to administrative level.
- Balsfjord Herad (7.2km)
- hill;
- a rounded elevation of limited extent rising above the surrounding land with local relief of less than 300m.
- Rundhaugen (7.8km)
- island;
- a tract of land, smaller than a continent, surrounded by water at high water.
- Storholmen (11.1km)
- rock;
- a conspicuous, isolated rocky mass.
- Storholmen (11.1km)
- fjord;
- a long, narrow, steep-walled, deep-water arm of the sea at high latitudes, usually along mountainous coasts.
- Nordkjosen (3.5km)
- church;
- a building for public Christian worship.
- Storfjord (9.9km)
- first-order administrative division;
- a primary administrative division of a country, such as a state in the United States.
- Troms Fylke (6.6km)
Wikipedia entries close to
- Balsfjord city city l
- Storfjord city city l
- Målselv city city l
- Skibotn city city o
- Furuflaten city city o
- Bergset city city o
- Sandbakken city city o
- Fossmoen city city o
- Andselv city city o
- Bardufoss Air Station airport airport
- Bardufoss Airport airport airport
- Treriksröset
- Extreme points of Sweden
- Lyngseidet city city o
- Njunis mountain mountain k
- Tromsdalen city city o
Airports close to Ballsfjordeidet
Bardufoss(BDU), Bardufoss, Norway (44.6km)
Tromso(TOS), Tromso, Norway (58.9km)
Sorkjosen(SOJ), Sorkjosen, Norway (86.8km)
Andoya(ANX), Andoya, Norway (137.9km)
Evenes(EVE), Evenes, Norway (144.6km)
Airfields or small airports close to Ballsfjordeidet
Kalixfors, Kalixfors, Sweden (169.6km)
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My cat has the tendency to regurgitate once and a while because he eats too fast. I started putting his meals in the SlimCat and now he eats super slowly and gradually, making sure that hes chewing every piece instead of just breathing them in.
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I am Planta: On the Line. This is THECOMMENTARY.CA.
Shining at the Bottom of the Sea is a new book from the author Stephen Marche. It is a groundbreaking anthology of fiction, poetry and criticism from Sanjania, an island nation in the North Atlantic. It has been described as a 'complicated literary joke,' but in its complexity–which really lies in the fact this novel is hard to define at face value-lies a remarkable book about a fictional place. The author joins me to take us on a little tour of a stunning, imaginative, and remarkable place. The full trip in the form of the book, can be had from Viking at the price of $32.00. His first novel Raymond and Hannah was shortlisted for the 2002 O. Henry Prize. Please welcome to the Planta: On the Line program, Stephen Marche; Good morning, Mr. Marche.
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Over the years, the Lung Institute has been trying out new medical technologies. The Tampa-based institution is the first facility to conduct stem cell therapy for chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD) around the world. The results of their trials have been overwhelming. The corporation has developed therapies that seek to treat the conditions that were previously thought to be untreatable. The company is credited for developing drugs that enable patients to recover within a short time frame and stop relying on oxygen tanks.
One of the beneficiaries of the new medical procedure is Hebert K. who was suffering from a chronic lung disease. His health deteriorated fast, making it difficult for the mid-aged man to conduct simple tasks like undertaking household chores, walking, and enjoying his favorite activities.
Herbert K's COPD meant that he had shortness of breath and only 15 percent lung capacity was functioning. The condition affected his way of life, thus leaving him depressed. The deteriorating condition saddened his wife, Barbara. After hearing about stem cell therapy for COPD at the Lung Institute, the couple decided to give it a try. This information was originally mentioned on Lung Institute's website as outlined in lunginstitute.com.
After two months of starting his stem cell therapy, Herbert's conditions started to improve. According to his pulmonary function test, his lung capacity had increased. This was good news for Hebert. The husband began to gain strength to undertake different duties. Although he is not fully healed, Hebert advocates for other patients to try the medical procedure.
About The Lung Institute
Lung Institute is a medical institution that zeroes in on improving the quality of life of patients suffering from chronic lung diseases. The organization deals with lung diseases such as pulmonary fibrosis, chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, and interstitial lung diseases. The Lung Institute in BCM-Tampa uses stem cell therapies to treat its clients. This approach has proven to be effective considering that many patients who were bedridden owing to the severity of their illnesses are not healthy and cannot conduct their daily affairs.
The institution's clients enjoy outpatient stem cell transplant procedures, which are improving their quality of life and aiding them to breathe easier. The corporation has enlisted the services of leading physicians such as Jack Coleman, Sreedevi Marakatham, and Brian Goldwasser. The three professionals are highly experienced in stem cell therapies. Notably, the Lung Institute uses platelet-rich plasma and autologous stem cells to enhance the healing of damaged tissues.
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Model HM-G158
Coverage (for once charging) 600m2±20%
Working capacity 1500m2±20%
Virtual wire maximum length 200m
Standard virtual wire length 100m
Mower size 56*51*25cm(LWH)
Charging station size 38.5*44.5*16cm(LWH)
Power 85W
Noise ≤65db
Qty for cutting blades 2pcs
Cutting height 3cm/4cm
Cutting width 28cm(14cm/pc)
Cutting speed 20m/min
Blades rotate speed 5000rpm±10%
Hill capability 30degree Max slope
Max ambient functioning temp. 40℃
Average working time 2-3hours
Wireless remote control 6m
Type of battery lithium
Gross weight 18KGS
Net weight 15.5KGS
Charging time 3-4hours
1.Full-automatic grass mowing with two models: go straight and circle(Highly efficient)
2.Envelop the mow area with virtual wire which is connected to the charging station. So the mower will not leave this assigned range when it is mowing.
3.When the mower is run out of power, the blade will stop working, then find the virtual wire and go to the charging station for charging. And it will go on mowing when it finishes charging.
4.The mow can change direction automatically when it meets obstacles.
5.Infrared ray can helps reduce the speed before the mower connected to the charging station.
6.It has rain sensor. When the mower is damped by rain, it will go to the charging station automatically
7.Lift sensor, the blades will stop working if the mower has been lifted by someone.
8.The mower can estimate whether the circuit is overload. It will stop working to protect the inside circuit if it's overload.
9.Humanistic adjustment for glass mowing height. (3cm and 4cm)
10.Remote control function
11.Title sensor: when the mower is titled over 30 degree from the fool, the mower must stop working within 2 seconds
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Atom-Transfer Radical Addition Reactions Catalyzed by RuCp* Complexes: A Mechanistic Study
Kinetic and spectroscopic analyses were performed to gain information about the mechanism of atom-transfer radical reactions catalyzed by the complexes [RuCl2Cp*(PPh3)] and [RuClCp*(PPh3)2] (Cp*=pentamethylcyclopentadienyl), in the presence and in the absence of the reducing agent magnesium. The reactions of styrene with ethyl trichloroacetate, ethyl dichloroacetate, or dichloroacetonitrile were used as test reactions. The results show that for substrates with high intrinsic reactivity, such as ethyl trichloroacetate, the oxidation state of the catalyst in the resting state is +3, and that the reaction is zero-order with respect to the halogenated compound. Furthermore, the kinetic data suggest that the metal catalyst is not directly involved in the rate- limiting step of the reaction.
- doi:10.1002/chem.200901396
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Keywords: atom transfer ; homogeneous catalysis ; kinetics ; radical reactions ; ruthenium ; Kharasch Addition ; Cyclization Reactions ; Copper-Complexes ; Reducing Agent ; Atrc Reactions ; Ruthenium ; Polymerization ; Rucl(Cp-Asterisk)(Pph3)(2) ; Rucl2(Pph3)3 ; Precursors
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Although it was aquired by Mad Catz, Saitek has managed to reborn an icon among the keyboards and release the Saitek III keyboard. The third Saitek series is a sleek backlit multimedia keyboard with touch-sensitive lighting and volume controls, and adjustable, multi color backlighting shortcut keys. The backlight of the keyboard can vary in colors depending on the user's preferences. Once you made some changes to the keyboard's color or its settings they'll remain unchanged after system reboot. This USB 2.0-connected peripheral also comes with a 2-stage height adjustment and removable wrist rest increase comfort, laser-etched keys, a head phone and microphone audio ports. There is no word on pricing or availability yet.
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We're so glad to have Lauren Horowitz back! Last year, we worked with Lauren on book one in her Shattered Blue trilogy and now she's ready to release the second in her series. We've been so looking forward to getting this book into the hands of anxious readers!
Taylor Jenkins Reid is at it again! She is releasing her fifth book next summer and after a dazzling cover reveal on Entertainment Weekly, we are overwhelmed with excitement about The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo.
There's nothing like a little Southern hospitality! Welcome to Spark Nation Susan Schild. We're happy to have you aboard. Susan's sweet Southern fiction is something we all need. Drink down her latest novel, Sweet Southern Hearts, with a glass of sweet tea and be transported.
We love a good scandal and it appears so does Suellen Dainty! We are thrilled to welcome her and her new book, The Housekeeper, to the Spark family. A woman dating her boss loses him to another woman. Then she gets a job as a housekeeper to life coach, Emma Helmsley who has a few secrets buried beneath her seemingly perfect life. Dirty laundry abounds as does our excitement in this 2017 hot read.
We are psyched to welcome Sandra Block to the 2017 client lineup! Her third psychological suspense novel is sure to get readers fired up. The Secret Room will feature her engrossing character, Zoe Goldman, and we simply cannot wait!
We can't wait to get writing with Gina L. Carroll next year. In her book, A Story That Matters, she teaches writers the importance of telling your own important tales. Her approach to story and sharing is something we can all get behind.
We love a heart-filled, humorous take on family, but it's not every day we get to see this kind of a story from the point of view of a dad. Welcome, Alex Shahla, to BookSparks, we can't wait to share Lying to Children with the world!
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Say Goodbye For Now by Catherine Ryan Hyde
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The Marriage Lie by Kimberly Belle
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[1917] · New York
by HUDSON, W.H.; Clifford Smyth, intro
New York: E.P. Dutton & Co, [1917]. New Edition. Hardcover. Octavao (19.25cm.); original green cloth, printed labels mounted to upper cover and spine; xix,[1],316pp. Labels darkened, else Very Good to Near Fine. Later edition of the author's second book, first published in 1887. Travels in the Banda Oriental of South America. (Inventory #: 24701)


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Our building is steeped in history and culture. André Breton once lived here and the Pantheon opposite is the final resting place of French luminaries Pierre and Marie Curie, Emile Zola and Victor Hugo.
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