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24 28 James V 100%

You can feel quite detached from that when you’ve got the in-ear monitors in, but Kevin [Glendinning, monitor engineer] does a really good job of blending in some of the room sound so it doesn’t feel completely isolated.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2014/03/31/24-28-james-v/

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336965024-With-Someone-I-Do-Not-Die 99%

Heterosexuality gets into the eyes and comment through my art/ doing some That had to have I really go for centuries now I really need more of nature, who runs rampant through early July.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2017/01/19/336965024-with-someone-i-do-not-die/

19/01/2017 www.pdf-archive.com

Five Questions for Lucky Brand’s Kin Ying Lee 99%

Kin Ying Lee: Being in a new place, you have that new sense of discovery. To see L.A. from a lens of a local has been really inspiring. Before that, you come to L.A. and, especially if you’re a designer, your mission is: You stay at this hotel, you go to these usual stores, you go to these restaurants. You only see L.A. from a very different filter. Now being here, you’re like, oh my gosh, Los Feliz and Silver Lake have a certain personality. You go to Pasadena, it’s a certain personality. You go to Venice Beach. Every pocket reflects a different personality within L.A. and I love that. I think there’s a really great diversity that is really invigorating.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2015/05/02/five-questions-for-lucky-brand-s-kin-ying-lee/

02/05/2015 www.pdf-archive.com

HollowCreek 98%

Hollow Creek High School Episode 1 Nicholas Guenther Diamond Stingily Ron Barnes Matt Grady Jade Highgarden Vanessa Mariano Jason McMaster Kyle Jackson Rose Jarrett Crystal Johnson Shaun Lalowski Caitlyn Novak Carlos Reyes Maddy Szymkowicz Hollow Creek Village in Illinois Hollow Creek is a village in Will County, Illinois, United States. The population was 31,410 at the 2010 census. Wikipedia Weather : 73°F (23°C), Wind N at 1 mph (2 km/h), 72% Humidity Hotels : 3star averaging $90. View hotels Population : 31,410 (2010) Local time : Monday 08:12 AM Unemployment rate : 8.3% (Apr 2013) There’s not much to be said about Hollow Creek that hasn’t been said about other small towns. Depending on who you ask, there’s not too much to do. There’s a few subdivisions, plans to build a Wal Mart, and rumors of a mall. A few high schoolers who live in the subdivisions across town go to Hollow Creek High with the kids who live in the old part of town. Most people in the town have lived here all their lives, but there’s no town pride, and the natives don’t care about outsiders coming in to change things. The high school sport teams are decent, not enough to ever win State, but the seasons revolve around Friday night games. Hollow Creek has had a large heroin problem, but a person wouldn’t notice from the highway. A few people in Hollow Creek have grown up together, there’s nothing wholesome about it. It’s common. Vanessa (Freshman), Maddy (Freshman), Jade (Alumni), Carlos (Alumni) “Yeah, I can’t think about anything else. Idk haha like it’s crazy man all there is is sadness and darkness but at the same time it just like overpowers you so much that you know nothing else can really affect you. Like nothing can touch you and like it’s funny walking around in school or seeing people u know and like wondering if they know or trying to see if they’re acting weird. Usually it’s obvious when they know something, but hahah people act so weird around me anyway. People are so weird and annoying here, like especially at Hollow Creek. And it’s in this stupid, normal way. But you can watch them be uncomfortable and laugh at their discomfort like what the fuck you do know, like imagine if they felt the kind of pain we feel, and it’s just funny. To just know they could never handle it. Their lives would fall apart, and we are just stronger and better in every way, ” I said “Ya I mean idc. Idc about anything,” she said. I put the phone down. Both of our dads had died in the same month like 2 months ago. I remember her at my dad’s funeral. Her and like 4 other friends. I didn’t invite any of them, but they came, and I cried when I saw them. I cried a lot besides that, but we talked about normal stuff too, and it felt better. It would feel better for like 30 seconds until it felt like shit again. Sometimes this cycle felt pointless, but sometimes it felt like the feeling better parts were starting to last longer and the feeling awful parts were starting to get shorter, and eventually I would just feel ok all day with maybe a couple moments of feeling awful. It didn’t really seem to be working. I thought talking to Maddy would be helpful, but she didn’t really wanna talk about that stuff. It was hard for me to talk about too. Like when I found out about her dad, I just said “I’m sorry. This sucks. I’m sorry,” and hugged her. This was the most we had talked about it since and she didn’t seem into it. We talked about other stuff, though. I picked my phone back up, and she had said, “That guy is talkn to me again.” It was this fucking freak guy. He was into what I thought was some really dumb shit, plus he was 19 which made it even dumber. She sent me a picture he had sent her. It was heavily edited, but beneath the filters and the shifted colors was what looked like a skinny, shirtless kid covered in blood, licking a gloved finger. I said, “Jesus Christ” in my head and said, “lol...” back to her. She said, “Come on hes hot haha” I asked what she sent back and she responded with a pic of herself. “Idk im just like smiling and surprised like ooo wow thats cool haha” She didn’t look surprised. She looked sad, and I instantly felt self conscious, like fuck am I so unaware of how miserable I look, but I didn’t look in my front cam or open a mirror. I just stared at the phone then said, “Cuuute.” “He said he wants to chill with us,” she said. I knew his name was like “Jade Highgarden” or some other made up thing, and I searched him. He had posted bunch of pics with even more blood and more editing than what he had sent Maddy. He had written “ThE KOVeNant” in a metal band type font in the back of some of the pictures, and tagged “#ThEKOVeNant” in any picture with other weird looking boys. I clicked “ThE KOVeNant” and it was a private page with Jade Hightower listed as an admin, and a picture of him and four other boys in a graveyard as the profile pic. “What is ThE KOVeNant?” I said, typing it stupidly like Jade had done to kind of draw attention to the whole thing being really stupid. “Oh haha,” she said, “It’s just like his gang like his friends.” I looked back through his pictures. There was a guy he was with in a lot of the pictures who was pretty hot and looked a lot more normal. I wished Maddy would like that guy. I felt protective of her cuz, come on, we were going through the same shit, and it really sucked. “Gang?” I said. Obviously they weren’t some tough street gang. They were weird scene kids into some kind of weird devil stuff or something. I just wanted her to say it, like really say it to realize how stupid it sounded. “Theyre into vampires and spirits and healing and shit,” she said. “Godddd really maddy???” I said. Being into vampires was like middle school stuff, and we were in high school now, and this guy like wasn’t even in school at all. “Will u come?” she said. “Please lol he can bring his friend.” I thought about it, automatically assuming it was the hot guy in Jade’s pictures. What reason did a cute guy have to believe in this dumb shit? I could talk to him, I thought. I could see how crazy Jade really was, and maybe I could tell the guy that Jjade was freaky and that this was a hard time for Maddy, like really hard. Like her and I had real shit going on. We had

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2015/07/06/hollowcreek/

06/07/2015 www.pdf-archive.com

HEROINE-6-GIRLYBOI-61104 98%

But we ended up really liking each other.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2017/05/11/heroine-6-girlyboi-61104/

11/05/2017 www.pdf-archive.com

CA Endow Underpass 98%

In fact, it is often the smaller projects, spearheaded by community members and activists, that can really transform a neighborhood.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2016/06/09/ca-endow-underpass/

09/06/2016 www.pdf-archive.com

Storytelling MAURICIOGALVEZ.docx 97%

Mexico is much more than Tequila and Tacos… Actually that’s pretty much it. Just kidding, Mexico is a land of wonders and myths, it’s not what you see in the movies and it’s definitely not what you see on the news. Do we have those little towns where people still ride around in their burros (donkeys) wearing a sombrero? Of course we still have some, donkeys are tougher than horses and the hat is necessity under the sun. And to we have a constant and never ending feel of danger because of the drug traffic? You can bet you ass we don’t. Yes, that has been one of the main issues in the country for a while, and it’s the reason we have got unwanted headlines almost every day, but let’s get this straight, there is not enough amount of violence in the world to change the warm, fuzzy and cozy feelings that Mexico can make you feel. Did I sound cheesy? Of course I did, that was the point. If I would like one thing for people to know about Mexico is that bad administrations are not the entire reflection of who we really are. It could give you an idea of some of our stupid, hardminded and retrograde ways of thinking, but I don’t really want to get into politics right know. We have so much more to offer. We do have problems like bad government, insecurity and inflation. But we also have hardworking people, beautiful places and many other positive things. Let me share with you 10 things I think are interesting from Mexico: 1.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2015/08/28/storytelling-mauriciogalvez-docx/

28/08/2015 www.pdf-archive.com

2 97%

They ought to also give you a really feel of accomplishment.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2014/09/18/2/

18/09/2014 www.pdf-archive.com

Asclepian Voice - March 22 2014 96%

I really do.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2014/03/23/asclepian-voice-march-22-2014/

23/03/2014 www.pdf-archive.com

Asclepian Voice - March 22 2014 96%

I really do.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2014/03/23/asclepian-voice-march-22-2014-1/

23/03/2014 www.pdf-archive.com

YouKnowIdLoveToStay 96%

CHARLIE puts another post-it on the wall, as if he really might have had to do that just that moment.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2017/10/29/youknowidlovetostay/

29/10/2017 www.pdf-archive.com

Romeo and JulietEnglish Version 96%

My dad really wants me to marry her.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2012/03/29/romeo-and-julietenglish-version/

29/03/2012 www.pdf-archive.com

inthemiddleofnowhere 96%

the girl hadn't been behind the wheel of a car (or really even in a car that wasn't some sort of town car or taxi) in probably over a year.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2014/09/28/inthemiddleofnowhere/

28/09/2014 www.pdf-archive.com

Excerpt PDF 96%

Chapter One If you really want to hear about me running for president, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is what country I was born in, and what my experience holding political office is like, and what my tax returns say, and all that Mitt Romney kind of crap, but I don’t feel like talking about any of that, if you want to know the truth.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2016/10/14/excerpt-pdf/

14/10/2016 www.pdf-archive.com

Letter to my Parents - Why I left the Mormon Church 95%

But as I got older, perhaps partially because I never really “knew” via any feelings, my analytical skills and sense of reasoning became more and more an important part of my belief system and I began to think more and more about these questions.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2015/01/17/letter-to-my-parents-why-i-left-the-mormon-church/

17/01/2015 www.pdf-archive.com

6 florist uk at Prestige Flowers 95%

The first thing you need to recognize is gifts like flowers really should be bought when a relationship is going powerful, not when it really is broken.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2015/01/03/6-florist-uk-at-prestige-flowers/

03/01/2015 www.pdf-archive.com

HarryPotterandthePsychologyofPrejudice 95%

Harry Potter and the Psychology of Prejudice "You've had lessons on how to manipulate people?" "Of course," Draco said proudly. "I'm a M alfoy. Father bought me tutors." "Wow," Harry said. “The way Lucius looks at you, I thought he was going to crucify you." "My father really loves me," Draco said firmly. "He wouldn't ever do that." "Um..." Harry said. He remembered the whitehaired figure of elegance wielding that deadly cane. It wasn't easy to visualise him as a doting father. "Don't take this the wrong way, but how do you know that?" "Huh?" It was clear that this was a question Draco did not commonly ask himself. “What makes you think Lucius wouldn't sacrifice you the same way he'd sacrifice anything else for power?" Draco shot Harry another odd look. "Just what do you know about Father?" "Um... seat on the Wizengamot, seat on Hogwarts' Board of Governors, incredibly wealthy, has the ear of Minister Fudge, has the confidence of Minister Fudge, probably has some highly embarrassing photos of Minister Fudge, most prominent blood purist now that the Dark Lord's gone, former Death Eater who was found to have the Dark Mark but got off by claiming to be under the Imperius Curse, which was ridiculously implausible and pretty much everyone knew it... evil with a capital 'E' and a born killer... I think that's it." Draco's eyes had narrowed to slits. "McGonagall told you that, did she." "No, she wouldn't say anything to me about Lucius, except to stay away from him, so I grabbed a customer at the potions shop and asked her about Lucius." Draco's eyes were wide again. "Did you really? " Harry gave Draco a puzzled look. "If I lied the first time, I'm not going to tell you the truth just because you ask twice." There was a certain pause as Draco absorbed this. "You're so completely going to be in Slytherin. Anyway... to answer what you asked..." Draco took a deep breath, and his face turned serious. "Father once missed a Wizengamot vote for me. I was on a broom and I fell off and broke a lot of ribs. It really hurt. I'd never hurt that much before and I thought I was going to die. So Father missed this really important vote, because he was there by my bed at St. Mungo's, holding my hands and promising me that I was going to be okay." Harry glanced away uncomfortably, then, with an effort, forced himself to look back at Draco. "Why are you telling me that? It seems sort of... private..." Draco gave Harry a serious look. "One of my tutors once said that people form close friendships by knowing private things about each other, and the reason most people don't make close friends is because they're too embarrassed to share anything really important about themselves." Draco turned his palms out invitingly. "Your turn?" Knowing that Draco's hopeful face had probably been drilled into him by months of practice did not make it any less effective, Harry observed. Actually it did make it less effective, but unfortunately not ineffective. The same could be said of Draco's clever use of reciprocation pressure. Draco had made an unsolicited gift of a confidence, and now invited Harry to offer a confidence in return... and the thing was, Harry did feel pressured. Refusal, Harry was certain, would be met with a look of sad disappointment, and maybe a small amount of contempt indicating that Harry had lost points. "Draco," Harry said, "just so you know, I recognise exactly what you're doing right now.” Draco was looking sad and disappointed. "It's not meant as a trick, Harry. It's a real way of becoming friends." Harry held up a hand. "I didn't say I wasn't going to respond. I just need time to pick something that's private but just as nondamaging. Let's say... I wanted you to know that I can't be rushed into things." A pause to reflect could go a long way in defusing the power of a lot of compliance techniques, once you learned to recognise them for what they were. "All right," Draco said. "I'll wait while you come up with something.” Simple but effective. And Harry couldn't help but notice how clumsy, awkward, graceless his attempt at resisting manipulation / saving face / showing off had appeared compared to Draco. I need those tutors. "All right," Harry said after a time. "Here's mine." He glanced around. "Um... it sounds like you can really rely on your father. I mean... if you talk to him seriously, he'll always listen to you and take you seriously." Draco nodded. "Sometimes," Harry said, and swallowed. This was surprisingly hard, but then it was meant to be. "Sometimes I wish my own family was like yours." Harry's eyes flinched away from Draco's face, more or less automatically, and then Harry forced himself to look back at Draco. Then it hit Harry what on Earth he'd just said, and Harry hastily added, "Not that I wish my Dad was a flawless instrument of death like Lucius, I only mean taking me seriously " "I understand," Draco said with a smile. "There... now doesn't it feel like we're a little closer to being friends?" Harry nodded. "Yeah. It does, actually.” "My father takes all his friends seriously," Draco said. "That's why he has lots of friends. You should meet him." "I'll think about it," Harry said in a neutral voice. He shook his head in wonder. "So you really are his one weak point. Huh." Now Draco was giving Harry a really odd look. "You want to go get something to drink and find somewhere to sit down?" Harry realised he had been standing in one place for too long, and stretched himself, trying to crick his back. "Sure." The platform was starting to fill up now, but there was still a quieter area on the far side away from the red steam engine. Along the way they passed a stall containing a bald, bearded man offering newspapers and comic books and stacked neongreen cans. "'Scuse me," Harry said, "but what is that stuff, exactly?" "ComedTea," said the stallholder. "If you drink it, something surprising is bound to happen which makes you spill it on yourself or someone else. But it's charmed to vanish just a few seconds later " "How droll," said Draco. "How very, very droll. Come, Mr. Potter, let's go find another " "Hold on," Harry said. "Oh come on! That's just, just juvenile! " "No, I'm sorry Draco, I have to investigate this. What happens if I drink ComedTea while doing my best to keep the conversation completely serious?" The stallholder smiled mysteriously. "Who knows? A friend walks by in a frog costume? Something unexpected is bound to happen " "No. I'm sorry. I just don't believe it. That violates my muchabused suspension of disbelief on so many levels I don't even have the language to describe it. There is, there is just no way a bloody drink can manipulate reality to produce comedy setups, or I'm going to give up and retire to the Bahamas " Draco groaned. "Are we really going to do this?" "You don't have to drink it but I have to investigate. Have to. How much?" "Five Knuts the can," the stallholder said. "Five Knuts? You can sell realitymanipulating fizzy drinks for five Knuts the can?" Harry reached into his pouch, said "four Sickles, four Knuts", and slapped them down on the counter. "Two dozen cans please." "I'll also take one," Draco sighed, and started to reach for his pockets. Harry shook his head rapidly. "No, I've got this, doesn't count as a favor either, I want to see if it works for you too." He took a can from the stack now placed on the counter and tossed it to Draco, then started feeding his pouch. The pouch's Widening Lip ate the cans accompanied by small burping noises. Twentytwo burps later, Harry had the last purchased can in his hand, Draco was looking at him expectantly, and the two of them pulled the ring at the same time. They tilted their heads back and drank the ComedTea. It somehow tasted bright green extrafizzy and limer than lime. Aside from that, nothing else happened. Harry looked at the stallholder, who was watching them benevolently. "It doesn't always happen immediately," the stallholder said. "But it's guaranteed to happen once per can, or your money back." Harry took another long drink. Once again, nothing happened. Maybe I should just chug the whole thing as fast as possible... and hope my stomach doesn't explode from all the carbon dioxide, or that I don't burp while drinking it... No, he could afford to be a little patient. But honestly, Harry didn't see how this was going to work. You couldn't go up to someone and say "Now I'm going to surprise you" or "And now I'm going to tell you the punchline of the joke, and it'll be really funny." It ruined the shock value. In Harry's state of mental preparedness, Lucius Malfoy could have walked past in a ballerina outfit and it wouldn't have made him do a proper spittake. Just what sort of wacky shenanigan was the universe supposed to cough up now? "Anyway, let's sit down," Harry said. He prepared to swig another drink and started towards the distant seating area, which put him at the right angle to glance back and see the portion of the stall's newspaper stand that was devoted to a newspaper called The Quibbler, which was showing the following headline: BOYWHOLIVED GETS DRACO MALFOY PREGNANT "Gah! " screamed Draco as bright green liquid sprayed all over him from Harry's direction. Draco turned to Harry with fire in his eyes and grabbed his own can. "You son of a mudblood! Let's see how you like being spat upon!" Draco took a deliberate swig from the can just as his own eyes caught sight of the headline. In sheer reflex action, Harry tried to block his face as the spray of liquid flew in his direction. Unfortunately he blocked using the hand containing the ComedTea, sending the rest of the green liquid to splash out over his shoulder. Harry stared at the can in his hand even as he went on choking and spluttering and the green colour started to vanish from Draco's robes. Then he looked up and stared at the newspaper headline. BOYWHOLIVED GETS DRACO MALFOY PREGNANT Harry's lips opened and said, "buhbuhbuhbuh..." Too many competing objections, that was the problem. Every time Harry tried to say "But we're only eleven!" the objection "But men can't get pregnant!" demanded first priority and was then run over by "But there's nothing between us, really!" Then Harry looked down at the can in his hand again. He was feeling a deepseated desire to run away screaming at the top of his lungs until he dropped from lack of oxygen. Harry snarled, threw the can violently into a nearby rubbish bin, and stalked back over to the stall. "One copy of The Quibbler, please." Harry paid over four more Knuts, retrieved another can of ComedTea from his pouch, and then stalked over

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2016/09/18/harrypotterandthepsychologyofprejudice-2/

18/09/2016 www.pdf-archive.com

TheMonsterintheMirror 95%

The Monster in the Mirror By Zachary Hays To the Reader, The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, Fifth Edition describes depression as follows: “The essential feature of a major depressive episode is a period of at least 2 weeks during which there is either depressed mood or the loss of interest or pleasure in nearly all activities. In children and adolescents, the mood may be irritable rather than sad. The individual must also experience at least four additional symptoms drawn from a list that includes changes in appetite or weight, sleep, and psychomotor activity; decreased energy; feelings of worthlessness or guilt; difficulty thinking, concentrating, or making decisions; or recurrent thoughts of death or suicidal ideation or suicide plans or attempts.” Yet describing depression like this is rather like describing a dinosaur as a “big lizard.” You’re not technically wrong, but you’re missing out on a lot of the really important bitsnamely, what it actually feels like to have it. That’s where I come in. The only way to fight the stigma against mental illness, the double standards that bring the physically injured sympathy but often bring the mentallyill distrust or apathy, is to speak loudly and frankly about it. That is what I am attempting. This is the constant turmoil in my mind, laid out on the page in as bare a format as I can muster. This is me, bleeding onto the page in the hope that one of you, somewhere, will recognize a bit of yourself in these words and find the help you need. Or that you recognize someone you know and that you’ll do everything in your power to get them the help they need. Either way. This is a part of the story of my life, and although it has not been easy to write, I don’t expect it will be easy to read, either, especially for those who have known me, and may never have really considered what I deal with almost daily. This piece comprises the greatest challenge I have ever faced in my life, and as the evercritical creator, I would say it falls well short of capturing my struggles. Ever the pessimist, I guess. However, I don’t want to come across as the dramaking just aiming for shock value. Though things hereonout may seem relatively bleak, this is ultimately a story about perseverance. A story about how I survived to the present day with my mind (for the most part) intact, and how the terrible monster that is mental illness can be combatted, if only our society begins to recognize it for what it truly is and is prepared to open its arms to those in need. Read along, and try to understand that this is how I think and feel. This is me, bleeding onto the page, taking a sledgehammer to every wall I’ve ever put up in the hope that somebody, somewhere, will draw from this the sliver of hope they need to pull themselves out of their own personal Hell. Yours truly (and I do mean truly), Zachary Hays “She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. — Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury Signifying nothing.” — William Shakespeare, Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5, lines 1728) Dedicated to Macbeth, my best friend, and the best damn dog there’s ever been. Miss you, big guy. THE GREAT DEPRESSION EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH THE MONSTER OF ZACH’S MIND! INTERVIEWER: Hi there, Mr. Monster… MONSTER: Please, Tom, Mr. Monster was my father. Monster is just fine. I: Monster, right. Well first off, thank you again for making time for us in your busy schedule. M: Oh, it’s no trouble at all. A lot of what I do is so behindthescenes, I appreciate having the opportunity to get the word out about it! I: Well, why don’t we start there? What do you do? M: There’s a short and a long answer to that. The short answer is: I torment the living hell out of Zach. I: I see. And the long answer? M: Well, it’s my job to try and negate the whole purpose of his existence, I guess you could say... If he’s particularly happysay a cute girl smiles at him or, I don’t know, something ridiculous like thatit’s my job to counter any positive thoughts or emotions he has with as much negativity as I can. I really want him to feel like there’s no chance of anything good ever happening to him, so he shouldn’t even try. I: Remarkable. And how long have you been doing this? M: Oh, I’ve been around ever since he was born, but I don’t think I really started getting into my craft until… let’s see, 2005 or so? He would’ve been about 13. I: Impressive. So how exactly do you do it? M: Easy there, Tom, I can’t give away all my trade secretshaha! But I do have a couple things TM to share. My goto is the Voice . TM I: The Voice? TM TM M: That’s right. The Voice . The Voice is how I talk to Zach. I mean, really, I’m a part of TM him too, so it’s not like he can distinguish it from the other voices in his head, but The Voice lets me speak with him up close and personal. I: I see. What kinds of things do you usually say? M: The usual stuff: They don’t really like you, they’re just pretending. You might as well give up, you’re just going to fail anyway. See, look what happened, I told you you were worthless. I usually do it when he’s trying to sleep to really amp up the distress. I: Incredibleand he doesn’t know it’s you? TM M: Oh, he does, but that usually doesn’t matter. He can ignore the Voice if he tries, but what I’m really going for are those sort of lingering doubts. Those little needles of selfhate and worry that eat away at him whenever he’s feeling too content. And if he comes away feeling like an absolute worthless pile of crap, I know I’ve done my job! I: That is certainly impressive, Monster. So any other tricks or treats you’d be willing to share with the viewing public at home? M: I’ve been using Anxiety a lot lately. He’s in grad school, so that’s an easy one, if a little unoriginal. Social Anxiety’s actually one of my favorites. Um... I usually try to take it easy with Anger, but Heartbreak that’s a fun one to spring here and there. Beyond that, my lips are sealed! I: Haha, fair enough. It’s been a pleasure speaking with you, Monster. M: Oh, the pleasure was all minethanks for having me! I: Thanks for watching, folks. If you’re interested in Monster’s Serotonin Sucks campaign, please dial the number on your screen now. This is Tom Notch from ZACH News, from one demon to another, signing off!

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2015/12/11/themonsterinthemirror-1/

11/12/2015 www.pdf-archive.com

YRTC Poland February2 95%

They are trying to provoke some situations just to take a picture where you look really bad.

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2011/04/26/yrtc-poland-february2/

26/04/2011 www.pdf-archive.com

Clash Royale Forums Idea 95%

Supercell doesn't really get any profit out of it, why would they implement such a thing?

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2017/03/01/clash-royale-forums-idea/

01/03/2017 www.pdf-archive.com

Exim Educational Pack copy 95%

The dance teachers are reliable and the children really enjoy the sessions.” "I love it when you show your dance and everyone claps"

https://www.pdf-archive.com/2017/01/10/exim-educational-pack-copy/

10/01/2017 www.pdf-archive.com

HarryPotterandthePsychologyofPrejudice 94%

Harry Potter and the Psychology of Prejudice "You've had lessons on how to manipulate people?" "Of course," Draco said proudly. "I'm a Malfoy. Father bought me tutors." "Wow," Harry said. “The way Lucius looks at you, I thought he was going to crucify you." "My father really loves me," Draco said firmly. "He wouldn't ever do that." "Um..." Harry said. He remembered the blackrobed, whitehaired figure of elegance wielding that beautiful, deadly silverhandled cane. It wasn't easy to visualise him as a doting father. "Don't take this the wrong way, but how do you know that?" "Huh?" It was clear that this was a question Draco did not commonly ask himself. “What makes you think Lucius wouldn't sacrifice you the same way he'd sacrifice anything else for power?" Draco shot Harry another odd look. "Just what do you know about Father?" "Um... seat on the Wizengamot, seat on Hogwarts' Board of Governors, incredibly wealthy, has the ear of Minister Fudge, has the confidence of Minister Fudge, probably has some highly embarrassing photos of Minister Fudge, most prominent blood purist now that the Dark Lord's gone, former Death Eater who was found to have the Dark Mark but got off by claiming to be under the Imperius Curse, which was ridiculously implausible and pretty much everyone knew it... evil with a capital 'E' and a born killer... I think that's it." Draco's eyes had narrowed to slits. "McGonagall told you that, did she." "No, she wouldn't say anything to me about Lucius, except to stay away from him, so I grabbed a customer at the potions shop and asked her about Lucius." Draco's eyes were wide again. "Did you really? " Harry gave Draco a puzzled look. "If I lied the first time, I'm not going to tell you the truth just because you ask twice." There was a certain pause as Draco absorbed this. "You're so completely going to be in Slytherin. Anyway... to answer what you asked..." Draco took a deep breath, and his face turned serious. "Father once missed a Wizengamot vote for me. I was on a broom and I fell off and broke a lot of ribs. It really hurt. I'd never hurt that much before and I thought I was going to die. So Father missed this really important vote, because he was there by my bed at St. Mungo's, holding my hands and promising me that I was going to be okay." Harry glanced away uncomfortably, then, with an effort, forced himself to look back at Draco. "Why are you telling me that? It seems sort of... private..." Draco gave Harry a serious look. "One of my tutors once said that people form close friendships by knowing private things about each other, and the reason most people don't make close friends is because they're too embarrassed to share anything really important about themselves." Draco turned his palms out invitingly. "Your turn?" Knowing that Draco's hopeful face had probably been drilled into him by months of practice did not make it any less effective, Harry observed. Actually it did make it less effective, but unfortunately not ineffective. The same could be said of Draco's clever use of reciprocation pressure. Draco had made an unsolicited gift of a confidence, and now invited Harry to offer a confidence in return... and the thing was, Harry did feel pressured. Refusal, Harry was certain, would be met with a look of sad disappointment, and maybe a small amount of contempt indicating that Harry had lost points. "Draco," Harry said, "just so you know, I recognise exactly what you're doing right now.” Draco was looking sad and disappointed. "It's not meant as a trick, Harry. It's a real way of becoming friends." Harry held up a hand. "I didn't say I wasn't going to respond. I just need time to pick something that's private but just as nondamaging. Let's say... I wanted you to know that I can't be rushed into things." A pause to reflect could go a long way in defusing the power of a lot of compliance techniques, once you learned to recognise them for what they were. "All right," Draco said. "I'll wait while you come up with something.” Simple but effective. And Harry couldn't help but notice how clumsy, awkward, graceless his attempt at resisting manipulation / saving face / showing off had appeared compared to Draco. I need those tutors. "All right," Harry said after a time. "Here's mine." He glanced around. "Um... it sounds like you can really rely on your father. I mean... if you talk to him seriously, he'll always listen to you and take you seriously." Draco nodded. "Sometimes," Harry said, and swallowed. This was surprisingly hard, but then it was meant to be. "Sometimes I wish my own family was like yours." Harry's eyes flinched away from Draco's face, more or less automatically, and then Harry forced himself to look back at Draco. Then it hit Harry what on Earth he'd just said, and Harry hastily added, "Not that I wish my Dad was a flawless instrument of death like Lucius, I only mean taking me seriously " "I understand," Draco said with a smile. "There... now doesn't it feel like we're a little closer to being friends?" Harry nodded. "Yeah. It does, actually.” "My father takes all his friends seriously," Draco said. "That's why he has lots of friends. You should meet him." "I'll think about it," Harry said in a neutral voice. He shook his head in wonder. "So you really are his one weak point. Huh." Now Draco was giving Harry a really odd look. "You want to go get something to drink and find somewhere to sit down?" Harry realised he had been standing in one place for too long, and stretched himself, trying to crick his back. "Sure." The platform was starting to fill up now, but there was still a quieter area on the far side away from the red steam engine. Along the way they passed a stall containing a bald, bearded man offering newspapers and comic books and stacked neongreen cans. "'Scuse me," Harry said, "but what is that stuff, exactly?" "ComedTea," said the stallholder. "If you drink it, something surprising is bound to happen which makes you spill it on yourself or someone else. But it's charmed to vanish just a few seconds later " "How droll," said Draco. "How very, very droll. Come, Mr. Potter, let's go find another " "Hold on," Harry said. "Oh come on! That's just, just juvenile! " "No, I'm sorry Draco, I have to investigate this. What happens if I drink ComedTea while doing my best to keep the conversation completely serious?" The stallholder smiled mysteriously. "Who knows? A friend walks by in a frog costume? Something unexpected is bound to happen " "No. I'm sorry. I just don't believe it. That violates my muchabused suspension of disbelief on so many levels I don't even have the language to describe it. There is, there is just no way a bloody drink can manipulate reality to produce comedy setups, or I'm going to give up and retire to the Bahamas " Draco groaned. "Are we really going to do this?" "You don't have to drink it but I have to investigate. Have to. How much?" "Five Knuts the can," the stallholder said. "Five Knuts? You can sell realitymanipulating fizzy drinks for five Knuts the can?" Harry reached into his pouch, said "four Sickles, four Knuts", and slapped them down on the counter. "Two dozen cans please." "I'll also take one," Draco sighed, and started to reach for his pockets. Harry shook his head rapidly. "No, I've got this, doesn't count as a favor either, I want to see if it works for you too." He took a can from the stack now placed on the counter and tossed it to Draco, then started feeding his pouch. The pouch's Widening Lip ate the cans accompanied by small burping noises. Twentytwo burps later, Harry had the last purchased can in his hand, Draco was looking at him expectantly, and the two of them pulled the ring at the same time. They tilted their heads back and drank the ComedTea. It somehow tasted bright green extrafizzy and limer than lime. Aside from that, nothing else happened. Harry looked at the stallholder, who was watching them benevolently. "It doesn't always happen immediately," the stallholder said. "But it's guaranteed to happen once per can, or your money back." Harry took another long drink. Once again, nothing happened. Maybe I should just chug the whole thing as fast as possible... and hope my stomach doesn't explode from all the carbon dioxide, or that I don't burp while drinking it... No, he could afford to be a little patient. But honestly, Harry didn't see how this was going to work. You couldn't go up to someone and say "Now I'm going to surprise you" or "And now I'm going to tell you the punchline of the joke, and it'll be really funny." It ruined the shock value. In Harry's state of mental preparedness, Lucius Malfoy could have walked past in a ballerina outfit and it wouldn't have made him do a proper spittake. Just what sort of wacky shenanigan was the universe supposed to cough up now? "Anyway, let's sit down," Harry said. He prepared to swig another drink and started towards the distant seating area, which put him at the right angle to glance back and see the portion of the stall's newspaper stand that was devoted to a newspaper called The Quibbler, which was showing the following headline: BOYWHOLIVED GETS DRACO MALFOY PREGNANT "Gah! " screamed Draco as bright green liquid sprayed all over him from Harry's direction. Draco turned to Harry with fire in his eyes and grabbed his own can. "You son of a mudblood! Let's see how you like being spat upon!" Draco took a deliberate swig from the can just as his own eyes caught sight of the headline. In sheer reflex action, Harry tried to block his face as the spray of liquid flew in his direction. Unfortunately he blocked using the hand containing the ComedTea, sending the rest of the green liquid to splash out over his shoulder. Harry stared at the can in his hand even as he went on choking and spluttering and the green colour started to vanish from Draco's robes. Then he looked up and stared at the newspaper headline. BOYWHOLIVED GETS DRACO MALFOY PREGNANT Harry's lips opened and said, "buhbuhbuhbuh..." Too many competing objections, that was the problem. Every time Harry tried to say "But we're only eleven!" the objection "But men can't get pregnant!" demanded first priority and was then run over by "But there's nothing between us, really!" Then Harry looked down at the can in his hand again. He was feeling a deepseated desire to run away screaming at the top of his lungs until he dropped from lack of oxygen. Harry snarled, threw the can violently into a nearby rubbish bin, and stalked back over to the stall. "One copy of The Quibbler, please." Harry paid over four more Knuts, retrieved another can of ComedTea from his pouch, and then stalked over to the picnic area with the blondhaired boy, who was staring at his own can with an expression of frank admiration. "I take it back," Draco said, "that was pretty good." "Hey, Draco, you know what I bet is even better for becoming friends than exchanging secrets? Committing murder." "I have a tutor who says that," Draco allowed. He reached inside his robes and scratched himself with an easy, natural motion. "Who've you got in mind?" Harry slammed The Quibbler down hard on the picnic table. "The guy who came up with this headline." Draco groaned. "Not a guy. A girl. A tenyearold girl, can you believe it? She went nuts after her mother died and her father, who owns this newspaper, is convinced that she's a seer, so when he doesn't know he asks Luna Lovegood and believes anything she says." Not really thinking about it, Harry pulled the ring on his next can of ComedTea and prepared to drink. "Are you kidding me? That's even worse than Muggle journalism, which I would have thought was physically impossible." Draco snarled. "She has some sort of perverse obsession about the Malfoys, too, and her father is politically opposed to us so he prints every word. As soon as I'm old enough I'm going to rape her." Green liquid spurted out of Harry's nostrils. ComedTea and lungs did not mix, and Harry spent the next few seconds frantically coughing. Draco looked at him sharply. "Something wrong?" It was at this point that Harry came to the sudden realisation that (a) the sounds coming from the rest of the train platform had turned into more of a blurred white noise at around the same time Draco had reached inside his robes, and (b) when he had discussed committing murder as a bonding method, there had been exactly one person in the conversation who'd thought they were joking. Right. Because he seemed like such a normal kid. And he is a normal kid, he is just what you'd expect a baseline male child to be like if Darth Vader were his doting father.