Believers in a traditional Hellenophobia-Turkophobia would have stared at the sight of the Mytilene Greeks spreading farewell meals for their departing neighbours, and later accompanying them to the quay, where Christians and Mohammedans, who for a lifetime had been plowing adjacently and even sharing occasional backgammon games at village cafes, embraced and parted with tears.

i understand why they fuck with you/us if youre writing in their little territory i remember in 93 at this little graff convention in LA me and my friend decided to walk to the liquor store, so we were at the Xwalk and i decide to nonchalantly get a little bit of cheap fame on the pole, next thing you know i hear this is big bad MS13, dont be writing in my neighborhood punk i pretended like i didnt hear it and walked semi fast to the liquor store.....but im just glad all i got was a verbal warning..

Also, many companies do not possess the necessary methodology for creation of the metalayer: the enterprise-wide business architecture which uses a high level of consistency in its interfaces.

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