I needed that TV. I stopped with the stir fry and tried everything I could to resuscitate my trusty friend.
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Typing "/remind me" to my trusty friend Slackbot, or shouting "Hey Google ... remind me ..." at home are now both as natural as breathing.
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I think it broke around 212:210 PM, so I had to call my trusty friend, Greg Gutfeld, and ask him if he could come and talk about it because it really -- he&aposs got great perspective and I know we&aposll go to him next.
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Cook also described it in his log as "our trusty friend the Watch" and "our never-failing guide the Watch". It was thus K1 which proved to a doubting scientific establishment that H4's success was no fluke. Three other clocks, constructed by John Arnold, had not withstood the loads of the same journey.
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Juniper the squirrel is Urchin's trusty friend (they consider each other brothers) that helps him throughout his journeys. He is later found as having prophetic powers and limps due to a twisted paw. In book three, he finds out who his father was when his foster mother Damson the squirrel was on her deathbed in book three, making him feel horrible and afraid he will turn out like his father, Husk. He becomes the islands priest when Brother Fir dies in book four.
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They remained close throughout Burt's life; Foster was sole executor of Burt's estate in 1805, and Burt's will left ". . . to my trusty friend Joseph Foster of Boston, Goldsmith one hundred dollars." He worked circa 1781-1830 as a silversmith in Boston, with a shop on Ann Street and later on Fish Street near Burt. Foster was recalled by Colonel Henry Lee in 1881 as follows: "An anxious visit of inquiry to 'honest Foster', the silversmith, who, in his long coat, knee-breeches and silver buckles, dwelt with his spinster sister in an impracticably low-jettied house, one step below the narrow sidewalk, and, as old-fashioned housekeepers believed, beat his silver to a superior whiteness".
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It is erected just outside Nea Kerdylia, on the old national motorway between Thessaloniki and Kavala. According to some archaeologists, the devastation of the monument took place at the end of the 4th century B.C. It is possible that the monument was destroyed by the Roman conquerors, who in order to take it to Rome, they broke it into pieces. However, the most probable version, seems to be the one that the Lion was destroyed by the Bulgarians in 1204 A.C. Many different opinions have been expressed for the purpose or the cause of the monument’s construction. The most prevalent one was expressed by the Professor of Archeology, Oscar Broneer who believed that the Lion was erected in honour of Laomedon of Mytilene, son of Larichus and trusty friend of Alexander the Great.
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It was in the small log cabins deep in the forests during the long winter nights in front of a log fire that the forerunner of the Dala horse was born. Using simple tools, generally only a knife, woodcarvers made toys for their children. It was only natural that many of these toys were horses, because the horse was invaluable in those days, as a trusty friend and worker who could pull great loads of timber from the forests during the winter months, and in the summer could be of just as much use on the farm. The art of carving and painting the small horses quickly flourished in the 19th century, as economic hardship in the region inspired greater production of the small horses, and they became an important item of barter.
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Crerar was born in Amulree, Glenquaich, Perthshire, Scotland, the son of Alexander Crerar (or MacKintosh) (1801 – 30 March 1877), a mason and shepherd, and Janet MacGregor (1810 – 15 August 1885). His son eulogized him in his poem "Mementoes of My Father's Grave", written on 1 November 1878 in New York, and dedicated to Duncan's brother Alexander M. Crerar (born 9 July 1849) (published in the Celtic Magazine, Inverness, January 1883): Mementoes of My Father's Grave Soft, silky leaves of freshest green, Which grew upon my father's grave; Mementoes hallowed of a man Whose heart was warm, sincere, and brave. Of humble sphere, but noble aims, He calmly stemmed life's stormy sea; Upright and manly, frank and pure, A trusty friend, and true was he. A loving husband, faithful, kind; A tender father, wise, discreet; Our weal his chief concern, delight, His happy home made labour sweet.
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