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"I was so frightened. I felt violated, but then I realized, you know, I'm taping this call,." Mey said. "I pulled myself together and I thought, I can get through this. Just keep on talking buddy because we're gonna get plenty of your voice on tape."
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"Remember painted on the banners of the protesters who walked into Manchester on that summer morning were not just the words Reform, Universal Suffrage and Equal Representation, but also the word Love.
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Also subject to regulatory approval, especially in Brazil, other shareholders have given Telefonica the option to buy their shares as of January 1, 2014, and the right to convert preferential shares into ordinary shares, which could raise its share of voting power in Telco to as much as 64.9 percent.
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Bridget Jones is back and her fans are at once delighted and scandalised (Mark Darcy dead? OMG). I’m too young to remember the 1995 newspaper columns that gave rise to the legend, but I adore this British heroine. These days email and voicemail may have superseded 1471 (I had to ask what that was) but thirtysomething women have the same preoccupations as ever. I hit the milestone three-oh last month and so with (many) apologies to Ms Jones and her creator Helen Fielding, I’ve decided to share this monumental event with you in diary style.
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