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## May 3, 2017

### Končar d. d. internal brief - "Peephole awareness conversation guide"

PHR - 2/980

KONČAR d. d. INTERNAL BRIEF P-35

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When installing peepholes in residences that did not previously possess one, it is important to recognize that many residents are uninformed and/or inadequately equipped to understand the function and uses of their new peephole. No-one is better suited to address these issues than you, a trained professional. Because of this, we kindly ask you to initiate a conversation with the tenants you are providing your services to and apply the following questions as needed:

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Have you ever used a peephole before?

Do you prefer spending time alone or with friends?

Why is it you think we need these?

Are you shy?

Is getting enough water and air important for you?

What's the voltage most frequently used around here?

Do you feel confident enough in yourself to have interaction with this voltage?

Is anybody in your family color blind?

Do you ever have trouble walking?

Do you ever have trouble walking?

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### Tria sunt insaturabilia

Et quintum, quod numquam dicit:

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"My ini ial instinct was to reject the notion that any of the events described in there really happened too. I thought the same thing about the places but now we have this. W uldn't we have known? If it's true people must have talked abo▐t it, at l▄▄s  so▐e ▀ne ▀▄

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\\AUTONOTE: make sure to comment out any new line
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entry# == !
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555, 012, entry#]&ss]! \\change &d to &ss
case <= copperBreak = [true]**[] {
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syncvalue.tree[entry#]**[$MAIN]! callState['CACHE$'] {{{ \\the following text
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'Dear Phil,
The whole point is that we don't know
if he's hurt at all. In fact, the only reason
reaction. He HAS been hospitalized
before in scenarios just like this one. The
fact that we respect bl doesn't make it
so that we have to indulge every
episode. Please talk to both of them as
soon as you learn the exact clinic.
PS. One of this months bills on bl name
states meapon under city of residence.
I don't know if it's an administrative
error or the beginning of another
problem. Just keep it in mind.'
}}}
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▐▐▌▬ve█p █ ▄█ n▀ed it is u▬necessari▄y crude we assure you that we are driven by nothing other than concern and urgency. When plainly explained the issue is as follows - our conception of the relation between fields Above and Below is, we believe it is now safe to say, undeniably and completely false. We fully understand the enthusiasm that often follows the development of a new scientific model. The praise our colleagues are treated with is well deserved and we have no intention of undermining it. What we are asking of you is to set this reverie aside for only a moment and consider the analysis this department is putting forward. Our aim is not to defend outdated theories of field equivalence. It is not to gain publicity or stir panic. We merely want to discuss the reasonable possibility of not yet being fully out of danger. As the data collected from within the sealed tunnels shows, malign field activity may in fact be a phenomenon caused by the field Below and n▀▄ a tempor▬ry on▀ █t th▐t.▬
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