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ersaersa-ersaelectronics · 8 days ago

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CR1632: Hogwarts’ Unseen Power Charm for Keys, Castles & Cosmic Journeys

The Leaky Cauldron’s Silver Secret

On a rainy Hogsmeade evening, I found myself huddled at the Leaky Cauldron, nursing a Butterbeer, when the bartender—old Tom, who knows more about gadgets than most wizards—slid something across the bar. A tiny silver disk, no bigger than a Galleon, glinted under the firelight.

“That’s a CR1632 battery,” he said, grinning. “Not just any coin, mind you. It’s the Wand Core of modern magic—powers Tesla key fobs, hearing aids, even Mars rovers. Small as a knut, but tougher than a Basilisk’s scales.”

Intrigued, I leaned in. This wasn’t just metal and lithium—it was a CR1632, the unsung hero of compact power. Let’s unmask its wizarding secrets.

1. What Is a CR1632? (A Power Potion, Not a Coin)

The CR1632 is Hogwarts’ answer to “small but mighty.” At 16mm wide and 3.2mm thick (thinner than a Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Bean), it packs 120mAh of lithium-manganese magic into a leak-proof shell. Here’s why it’s no ordinary battery:

Leak-Proof: No corrosive surprises—unlike that time Ron tried brewing Polyjuice Potion in a cracked cauldron.

Temperature Toughness: Works from -30°C (Hogsmeade’s iciest winters) to +60°C (the Sahara’s Furnunculus-hot sands).

Stable Voltage: Holds 3V until empty, like a Pensieve clinging to memories—no sudden drops, no fizzles.

Real-World Magic: Tesla Model 3 key fobs rely on CR1632s to survive parking-lot tantrums and Baby Driver imitations. It’s the Disillusionment Charm of batteries: invisible, but essential.

2. CR1632 vs. the Imposters: Why Size (and Magic) Matters

Not all “equivalent” batteries are created equal. Let’s sort the Gryffindors from the Dementors:

CR1620 & CR1616: Thinner cousins (2.0mm and 1.6mm thick), but they’re like Wingardium Leviosa that fizzles. Lower capacity means they die faster—fine for calculators, but useless for Tesla keys or hearing aids. Stick to CR1632 unless your gadget’s manual explicitly says “It’s okay, really.”

CR2032: Larger (20mm wide, 3.2mm thick) and higher capacity (240mAh), but it’s the Slytherin of the bunch. Too wide to fit in CR1632 slots—imagine jamming a Marauder’s Map into a matchbox. Disaster.

Roast Alert: CR1620 (squeaking): “I’m cheaper!” CR1632 (calm, like Dumbledore): “I’m in your Tesla key. You’re in a calculator. Bye.”

3. CR1632: The Power Charm of a Thousand Realms

From Diagon Alley to the stars, CR1632 powers magic you’d never guess:

Automotive (The Knight Bus of Tech):

Tesla Key Fobs: Survives Fast & Furious key spins and toddler experiments (no “Riddikulus” for dead fobs).

TPMS Sensors: Judges your parallel parking in BMWs—like a Marauder’s Map for tires, muttering, “Mischief managed… poorly.”

Medical (St. Mungo’s Lifeline):

Blood Glucose Monitors: Powers care in German hospitals—no “404 Error: Blood Sugar” for diabetics.

Hearing Aids: Keeps Grandma’s gossip alive (and your ear canals safe from Muffliato).

Industrial (Goblin Mines of Innovation):

Farming Sensors: Tracks soil moisture in India’s monsoons—like Scourgify for data, turning chaos into clarity.

Factory Robots: Runs 24/7 in Shanghai’s smart factories—no unionizing, just loyalty (like House-Elves with better benefits).

Space (The Forbidden Forest of the Cosmos):

NASA Rovers: Tested in Mars-simulated -40°C labs (Duracell? Expelliarmus. CR1632 laughs at cosmic frost).

4. Where to Find Your CR1632 (Avoid Knockturn Alley Fakes)

In 2025, shop like a wizard—no dodgy Knockturn Alley batteries:

Local Spells:

Retail Chains: Walmart or Target (electronics aisle, near Fizzing Whizbees).

Auto Stores: AutoZone (ask for “Tesla key fob stones”—they’ll know).

Pharmacies: CVS (hearing aid section—Grandma’s secret stash).

Online Magic:

Amazon: Panasonic CR1632 (10-pack, 6 Galleons/$6)—trusted as Ollivander’s wands.

Specialist Sites: Ersaelectronics.com (industrial-grade, goblin-approved for tough jobs).

Pro Tip: Avoid gas station brands—they’re like Gilderoy Lockhart: all show, no magic. Stick to Panasonic (Arctic-ready), Energizer (Toyota’s choice), or LiYuan (China’s -40°C champion).

5. Why CR1632 Outlasts the Rest (It’s All in the Alchemy)

CR1632 isn’t just a battery—it’s a Felix Felicis of power:

Voltage Stability: Holds 3V until empty, while alkaline batteries drop like a Dementor’s shadow (we’ve all been there).

Leak-Proof Design: Sealed tighter than Gringotts vaults—no acid spills (unlike that time Hermione’s cauldron exploded).

Low Self-Discharge: Loses <1% charge/year—perfect for fire alarms (no “Incendio” without warning).

Case Study: Philips’ CR1632-powered bike lights last 5 years in Amsterdam’s rain—like Lumos Maxima that never fades.

6. Brand Battle: The Wands of Power Stones

Not all power stones are made equal. Here’s who to trust:

Panasonic: The Ollivander of batteries. Arctic-ready (125mAh at -40°C), but pricier (0.5 Galleons/unit). Worth it for extreme cold.

LiYuan (China): The Weasley of the bunch—cheap (0.2 Galleons/unit), works from -40°C to +85°C. Great for budgets, but skip if you need global warranty.

Energizer: Trusted by Toyota, like Hedwig delivering mail—reliable, but only in bulk (10+ packs).

Pro Tip: Need Siberian winters? LiYuan’s CR1632H variant outperforms Panasonic—like a Protego against frost.

7. The Future: CR1632 Among New Spells

What’s next for our tiny power charm?

AI Wearables: Powers AR glasses for metaverse meetings (no mid-chat “Obliviate”).

Smart Cities: Fuels sensors in Tokyo’s traffic lights (judging your jaywalking—Petrificus Totalus for rule-breakers).

Lunar Bases: Backup power for moon airlocks (because Oxygen Not Included isn’t a game anymore).

Mic Drop: Hoard CR1632s now. Future retro gamers will trade Golden Snitches for your stash.

Conclusion: The Unseen Hero of Magic

CR1632 isn’t flashy. It doesn’t cast Expecto Patronum or brew Polyjuice Potion. But it’s the reason your Tesla key works, your grandma hears gossip, and Mars rovers send back photos.

Next time you replace one, whisper, “Thanks, little stone.” It’s the least you can do for a battery that keeps the magic of modern life alive.

Written by a witch who once mistook a CR1632 for a Galleon. (Spoiler: It didn’t buy Butterbeer, but it powered a toy broom. Close enough.)

🔋 Some magic isn’t in wands—it’s in the stones that keep the world turning.

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out-with-the-boys · 8 months ago

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The Dance- Chapter 21

Homelander x Supe OC

Notes: 18+ No warnings apply for this chapter. Each chapter will have individual content warnings as they apply to avoid spoilers. Find this work on AO3. Tumblr master post here.

Previous chapter.

The subway rattled past midnight, a low hum filling the sleepy station. Morgan’s hand clenched tightly around the crumpled plastic baggie she’d sealed her tracking chip in, her other hand steadying herself against the subway pole. She glanced over her shoulder, catching sight of the man she’d chosen at random.

Extracting the chip had been a bitch to deal with, and her arm still ached and burned at the incision site. The amount of adrenaline that was coursing through her, however, kept it dulled somewhat.

Trying not to be so obvious in her approach, she strode in the direction of an office worker slouched over, half-asleep in his rumpled suit. When she passed him, she brushed her hand against his messenger bag, slipping the chip inside the outer pocket with ease. She barely glanced back as she moved toward the doors, the worn metal gleaming under the fluorescent lights.

By the time she climbed the subway stairs into the cool night air, Morgan felt her heartbeat settle. She reached into her jacket pocket, feeling for the small device she’d crafted just days earlier. It was a simple-looking fob, an old car key, inconspicuous in her hand. No one at Vought had questioned her mechanical tinkering; they saw it as just another future asset. She’d let them believe that, right up until that night.

She had been leading a lot of people to believe a lot of things lately. Herself included. It was hard to say when her life had stopped being her own, but she was a far cry from who she wanted to be.

Maybe the real question was why she had let herself drift into Homelander’s orbit at all. A wise part of her had always known that he was no ordinary danger. He was volatile—a man raised in a cage of expectations, with no room for humanity or remorse. At that, he was driven by the narrative that he was above all others.

And yet, she had looked at him and seen something different. Maybe that was why she’d stayed.

There were times when she felt like a fool for wanting to understand him, to reach for something better in him. He was a maelstrom of destruction wrapped in a powerful, lonely shell. But beneath the carnage, she could feel his fractures—tiny, almost imperceptible moments when the armor slipped and the shadows in his eyes softened.

Those rare moments had tugged at her. They made her wonder if, perhaps, there was a chance he could become something better than what he’d been made to be. It was foolish, she knew, but it was also human.

Hope could be a blinding thing.

Part of her felt pity for him, too. She had seen things that no one else could. There were dark memories of a boy robbed of family, robbed of choice, reshaped by Vought’s brutal ambitions. He hadn’t been given the luxury of innocence, and for that, she couldn’t hate him completely.

Maybe that was where the danger had started. The line between sympathy and self-preservation was unbelievably thin. She could sense his pain in ways he would never admit, and it left her with a strange, and tragic compassion for him.

Morgan had spent enough time behind the walls of Vought to recognize what drove him, to know how fear could twist even the strongest into something monstrous. She’d seen glimpses of it in herself, the moments when she felt her own moral compass veering under the pressure of survival. And perhaps, on some level, her closeness with him was a mirror. It was a way to understand her own fears and the ways power could corrupt anyone, even herself.

Yet, it wasn’t just empathy that kept her close. There was a part of her, buried deep, that held to a hope she wasn’t proud of. She believed she was the only person who could truly understand him, that in her, he might find the reflection of the person he might’ve been if things had been different. She was haunted by the belief that, if she left, the fragile pieces of his humanity might shatter completely. So she’d stayed, drawn in by an ache to save him as much as she wanted to save herself.

Maybe it was selfish, too, to think she could be his conscience, his one tie to a world that held something beyond domination. But she couldn’t deny the way she felt when he looked at her, raw and unmasked, desperate for something he’d never admit he needed. The darkness was always there, but so was a flicker of something she couldn’t ignore. And even when it terrified her, it felt real in a way the rest of her life didn’t.

Somewhere along the way, pity and empathy had tangled with hope and loneliness, blurring the lines between necessity and desire. In him, she saw a reflection of all the things she tried to bury in herself. She saw her own fractures, regrets, and compromises she made just to survive another day at Vought.

But maybe that was why she knew she had to start over. She had seen the depth of his pain, but she also saw the price of staying too close to it. Loving him—if that was what it was—felt like living in the eye of a storm, aware that it could pull her under at any moment.

And maybe, it was time to let go of the idea of saving everyone but herself.

Pulling herself from her introspection, Morgan slipped through the quiet streets of Manhattan. Now her mind is churning through the details of her plan.

She ducked into a nearby parking garage, heading for the car she’d prepped earlier, its license plates swapped and its GPS wiped clean. Settling into the driver’s seat, her hand instinctively brushed over the fob in her pocket. It was a lifeline she’d spent weeks refining. Each piece of it was made to slip her through Vought’s hold.

The city lights faded in her rearview mirror as she drove north, the night growing darker and the road stretching long and empty ahead of her. Towering trees soon closed in, their shadows swallowing the beam of her headlights as the winding path led her deeper into the woods.

Vought had chosen well, hiding Becca and Ryan far enough from the city to keep them contained, yet close enough to remain within reach. Each mile she traveled felt heavier, her resolve sharpening as the forest thickened around her.

Finally, the compound walls loomed into view, cutting stark lines against the trees. The fob in her pocket hummed faintly, a barely-there reminder of the time ticking away as Morgan pulled up to the guard station. The suburban streets inside the Vought compound lay quiet under the streetlights, casting a muted glow over the carefully manicured lawns and houses lining the road.

This place was built to look like a sanctuary, but she knew better.

Morgan touched the minds of the guards at the station, nudging them into a momentary lull. Their gazes unfocused and their hands settled back onto their laps as her vehicle rolled past the barrier without a hitch.

She felt a small thrill of satisfaction. So far, the fob was jamming any surveillance from within the car, leaving her a narrow window to move unnoticed.

As she drove deeper into the neighborhood, her eyes traced the eerily perfect lines of hedges and the faint glow from curtained windows. She gripped the steering wheel tighter, each house she passed filling her with a low, simmering anger.

This was no haven, despite its quaint facade. It was a cage made up to look like freedom, and Vought’s control was embedded in every inch of it.

Her mind circled back to the woman waiting at the end of this drive. Becca was more than a prisoner. She was a mother bound to this place by her son’s safety, tethered by a delicate fear that kept her rooted here.

Morgan knew all too well how tightly fear could bind a person, and her gut tightened at the thought of how she’d convince Becca to break herself and Ryan away from this carefully maintained illusion.

When she finally reached Becca’s house, Morgan slowed, parking a little down the street to avoid drawing attention. She took a steadying breath, letting her telepathy stretch out like a silent knock against Becca’s consciousness, a gentle touch that conveyed a promise of safety. She couldn’t afford to startle her; every second counted.

Morgan’s feet barely made a sound as she moved up the path, her gaze fixed on the house. A faint light spilled from the living room window, casting a warm glow that felt strangely out of place against the cold, silent night. She could sense Becca’s presence inside. Her thoughts were a mixture of apprehension yet something expectant.

The porch steps creaked softly underfoot, and just as Morgan raised her hand to knock, the door opened a crack, spilling light across her face. Becca stood framed in the doorway. Her expression was a blend of caution and curiosity, as her tired eyes searched Morgan’s to gauge her intentions before a single word was spoken.

“He doesn’t know I’m here.” Morgan began, ready to put that particular worry to rest before it could be voiced. “Nobody does.”

Becca’s expression remained wary, her grip tightening on the doorframe. “You promised you’d come back, but I didn’t think it would be like this.”

Morgan held Becca’s gaze, her expression unwavering. “There’s not much time for me to answer all your questions, but I know what you’re thinking.” She said, pausing for just a moment. “I know what Homelander is. I know what he did to you, and my heart breaks for you and your son.”

The sharpness of Becca’s thoughts as her eyes narrowed almost made Morgan jump. It was hard to know what to say in a situation like that, but Morgan didn’t have time to show the equal parts compassion and deference Becca deserved. She was bound to say a few wrong things.

“And without getting too deep into the particulars, I’m here to offer you an out.” Morgan quickly continued. “I had hoped I could fix things, but I’m so far in over my head right now… Things aren’t going to get better unless I make them.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Becca asked, her suspicion interwoven with a cautiously hopeful curiosity.

“We have to leave.” she cut straight to the heart of it. “You, me, Ryan–We all have to disappear to someplace he can’t reach us.”

Becca’s grip on the doorframe tightened, her voice dropping to a fierce whisper. “Disappear? You’re talking about uprooting my son, ripping him away from the only life he knows. Do you understand what you’re asking of me?”

Morgan’s gaze softened, but her tone remained firm. “I do, Becca. And I wouldn’t be here if I thought there was any other way. If you stay here, it’s just a matter of time before Vought finds a reason to bring him closer, to pull you both deeper into their control. And Homelander…” She hesitated, glancing over her shoulder as though his shadow could be lurking just beyond the porch. “He’s not going to stop at just showing up here every once in a while. He’ll take what he wants, and you know that includes Ryan.”

Becca’s eyes flickered with fear, but she shook her head. “And go where? Just vanish into thin air? They’ll come looking. They’ll hunt us down.”

Morgan took a step forward, urgency threading through her voice. “I have a plan. I’m not saying it’ll be easy, but it’s a life where you won’t have to look over your shoulder every day, wondering when he’ll appear. I know how to protect all of us, but you’re going to have to put some faith in me.”

Becca’s jaw flexed as she considered Morgan’s words, a storm of emotions playing out in her gaze. “Faith in you? You’re asking me to trust you with my son’s life. You can’t just… You can’t just show up in the dead of night and expect me to say yes to this.”

With a steadying breath, she nodded slowly. “I know. And I’m not asking you to decide right now. But I need you to start preparing yourself, Becca. There’s only so much you can do here to protect Ryan. Sooner or later, Vought or Homelander will take him, and I won’t let that happen. Not to him, not to you.”

“And you?” Becca raised a brow, glancing pointedly at Morgan’s abdomen.

A hint of vulnerability flashed across Morgan’s face, but she held steady. “That’s another story, but I’m almost ready to pull the trigger on this.” Her voice dropped, a shadow passing over her expression. “I’ll have to make Vought believe I’m gone for good. That’s the only way to give you both a real chance.”

Becca looked away, the weight of it all settling in. “And how long would we have to wait?”

“Not long. I’ll do everything I can to make it quick, but until then… you have to be ready. Keep Ryan close, keep him safe. When the time comes, I’ll return, and we’ll leave this place behind. For good.”

A shaky breath escaped Becca's lips. She still looked uncertain, but that moment of hesitation told Morgan all she needed to know. “Alright. I’ll… I’ll think about it.”

Morgan contemplated reaching out, a gesture of quiet reassurance, but she refrained. “That’s all I’m asking. Just… be ready.”

With a final nod, Morgan stepped back, slipping into the shadows beyond the porch, casting one last glance over her shoulder. In the dim glow of the doorway, Becca’s eyes held a flicker of hope, mingling with doubt. Morgan couldn’t ignore the enormity of what she was asking Becca to consider.

As she walked back down the quiet street, her hand instinctively drifted to her abdomen, a gentle pressure reminding her of everything that spurred this plan. With each step, her chest felt like it was pulling tighter and tighter. It was a dangerous path forward, one that would sever every connection she had. But maybe, in that finality, she’d find the freedom they all deserved.

She would do whatever it took to see this through. As much as she wanted to hold out hope, as much as she wanted to cling to the tiniest slivers of silver linings, she knew better than that. They were playing by the house rules.

She couldn’t let Vought win.

Song: Once Upon Another Time by Sara Bareilles “Once upon another time, Before I knew which life was mine.” Author’s notes: So, I don’t actually have much to say on this chapter. The pieces are all set, and the next few chapters are all pretty solidly in place. Some minor things to note! I added some cover art to the first chapter that matches a playlist I’ve curated of all the chapter titles. On that note, I’ve also forged ahead and put the next few chapter titles into the playlist as well. You’re welcome to check it out and speculate on what comes next!

Next chapter.

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peugeotcar457 · 1 month ago

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Peugeot Key Replacement: A Comprehensive Guide for Drivers

Losing or damaging your Peugeot car key can be more than just an inconvenience—it can bring your peugeot car key replacement daily routine to a grinding halt. Modern Peugeot vehicles often utilize sophisticated transponder chips, remote fobs, and even smart key systems that integrate with your car’s immobilizer. Replacing these keys requires specialized knowledge, the right equipment, and a clear understanding of the process. In this article, we’ll walk you through everything you need to know about Peugeot key replacement: from key types and costs to choosing the right service provider.

1. Understanding Peugeot Key Types

Peugeot has evolved its key technology over the years, and knowing which type your vehicle uses is the first step in getting a replacement:

Standard Cut Key

Basic metal key, typically found on older Peugeot models (pre-2005).

No remote functions or transponder chip; simply turns the ignition cylinder.

Transponder Key

Features a small electronic chip (transponder) embedded in the plastic head.

When inserted, the chip communicates with the car’s immobilizer; without the correct code, the engine won’t start.

Remote Key Fob

Combines a transponder key with remote buttons for locking/unlocking doors and activating the panic alarm.

May also include fold-away blade designs for compactness.

Keyless “Smart” Key

Allows for hands-free entry and push-button start.

The fob merely needs to be inside the car (or in close proximity) to unlock doors and start the engine.

2. Why Dealerships Aren’t Your Only Option

While you can always go to an authorized Peugeot dealership for key replacement, there are often advantages to exploring alternative providers:

Cost Savings

Dealerships typically charge premium rates for parts, labor, and programming fees.

Independent automotive locksmiths or specialized online services often offer competitive pricing.

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Dealerships may require you to wait days for parts or appointments.

Mobile locksmiths can frequently come to your location and finish the job on-site.

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Verify Your Vehicle Details

You will need your car’s VIN (Vehicle Identification Number), model, year, and existing key code (if available).

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The service provider selects or orders the correct blank key compatible with your Peugeot’s lock barrel.

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For transponder or smart keys, the new key’s chip must be programmed to your car’s immobilizer.

This requires specialized diagnostic and programming equipment.

Test Functionality

Ensure the key starts the ignition, locks/unlocks doors, and operates any remote functions.

Provide Spare and Support

Many reputable providers offer a warranty on parts and programming.

It’s wise to request a spare key to avoid future emergencies.

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Standard Cut Key: \$20–\$50 (no electronic components)

Transponder Key: \$80–\$150 (key blank + chip + programming)

Remote Key Fob: \$150–\$300 (including shell, electronics, and programming)

Keyless Smart Key: \$250–\$500+ (advanced electronics and labor)

Note: Prices vary by region, provider, and Peugeot model year. Always request a written quote before authorizing work.

5. Tips for a Smooth Replacement Experience

Gather Documentation: Have your driver’s license and vehicle registration ready to prove ownership.

Keep Your VIN Handy: This speeds up ordering correct parts.

Ask About Warranties: A good service provider will guarantee both parts and programming for at least 12 months.

Consider a Mobile Service: If you’re stranded, a mobile locksmith can come to you—saving tow fees and time.

Store a Spare: Always keep one extra key in a safe place (e.g., a magnetic box under the car or with a trusted friend).

Conclusion

Peugeot key replacement, while more complex than simply cutting a new metal key, is a manageable and cost-effective process when you know what to expect. By understanding the type of key your vehicle uses, exploring alternatives to dealership services, and partnering with a reputable locksmith or specialized provider, you can minimize downtime and expense. With a properly programmed spare in hand, you’ll be back on the road—and ready for whatever comes next.

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locksmithall · 2 months ago

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armswideopen · 2 months ago

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Yesterday was the best day I’ve had in a while. I went to work stoned, and it helped me come out of my shell with my colleagues, so the day was more tolerable and filled with less anxiety. I also showed up in my Barqs root beer hat and was able to just show up and be myself. I left work around 3 o’clock. Went to smoke and run some errands after. When I got home, I realized I was finally ready to call a locksmith to program my spare car key and fix my current broken one. I have been needing to do this since like 2018, so it’s really nice to have a working key fob again. The spare key that I got programmed is also the key that was stolen and returned to me two years later, so it’s kind of interesting that I’m back to using that same key. I felt like it was symbolic of something. Then Lucy called me earlier in the day around four and left a voicemail saying to call her back later in the evening if I had time. After the locksmith left, I sat on my couch in the garage trying to determine if I was gonna call her back today or a different day due to social anxiety and shyness. I chose the bold route of calling her back same day instead of waiting. I’m trying to be more prompt and intentional with my communication. Trying not to be so calculated with all of my interactions because I’m realizing that sometimes, the most pure interactions come from acting in the moment. I’m so glad I called her because we ended up talking for almost 3 hours and I really enjoyed it. I really like her, and I find her company to be healing. I’m trying to stop myself from really falling for her, but her soul feels undeniably good to me, and it can be felt even from a distance. She’s warm. I’m not even sure what she wants from me, but whether it’s a romance or friendship, I’m grateful. I went to bed, unsure about how to feel, but knowing I felt something very real for her in that moment. I don’t know what it means or what to do with it, but it feels nice to hold onto it for now. Either way, I felt like I made a true friend last night. Her efforts have been consistent for many years, and I’m doing my best to reciprocate. She makes me feel soft and warm.

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joyner111 · 9 months ago

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Some options for concealed vape with magnetic battery

Vape with magnetic battery is a convenient and innovative type of vape battery that uses a magnetic connection to attach to cartridges, making them easy to attach and remove. Here are some options for concealed vape with magnetic battery:

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O2VAPE Flip Ultra: An advanced oil vape that opens with a switch, it has a bright screen displaying voltage, battery life, and puff count. Powered by a 650mAh battery, it's adjustable from 2.7 to 4.8 volts and charges via micro USB or lightning .

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Fly High 510 Battery: This discreet battery comes with an automatic smoke spray function and variable voltage settings. It has a 650mAh battery and is rechargeable with USB Type-C .

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clydebravo14 · 10 months ago

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( Original board )#10 M3N5WY783X Fobik remote key fob ID46 chip PCF7941 434MHZ ASK HITAG2 6 button with panic for Chrysler Dodge Jeep

This is a complete remote key with circuit board and battery! Keyless entry remote key fob Fobik for Chrysler Dodge Jeep 6 button with panic M3N5WY783X

ORIGINAL CIRCUIT BOARD +AFTERMARKET KEY SHELL FCC: M3N5WY783X IC: 267F-5WY783 Frequency: 434Mhz ASK HITAG2 Chip: ID46 chip PCF7941 Button: 6 button with panic Electronic board inside. With the emergency spare key Work on: 2008-2010 Chrysler 300 2008-2015 Chrysler Town & Country 2010-2014 Dodge Caravan 2009-2013 Dodge Challenger 2008-2013 Dodge Charger 2011-2013 Dodge Durango 2008-2012 Dodge Grand Caravan 2008-2013 Dodge Journey 2008 Dodge Magnum 2009-2012 Dodge RAM 2008-2010 Jeep Commander 2008-2013 Jeep Grand Cherokee 2009-2012 Volkswagen Routan

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destineeallison · 10 months ago

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Dream from 9/1/2024

I was working on a painting of medusa with a group of friends. (I am actually working on one in waking life.) Two of the friends present in the group, were a childhood friend of mine and his soon to be wife. (They're already married in waking life.)

While discussing when we'd all get together to finish our paintings, my soon to be married friends suggested we all bring our paintings to the wedding to work on them at/after dinner.

They began collecting the paintings so that they could have them ready for us when we sat at dinner. My painting, half-finished as it currently stands in real life, went missing, and we looked everywhere for it. They said they would continue to look for it and try to have it ready for me or a new canvas.

Later, I met my friends dad who told me he has multiple sons, was going to give us a ride to the wedding, and would be the one taking all of the paintings to us on that day.

The day of the wedding came and we were sitting at our tables. Everyone had the original painting they were working on except me, so I started on a new canvas. I didn't really like what I had started nor did I have any interest in doing it.

I got up to be nosey and look at everyone's paintings. As I was walking around I noticed someone else working on mine. They had added the snakes that my painting was missing. It looked way better, more realistic, and was nearly complete except for the background.

Avoiding the newlyweds and ensuring I was out of earshot, I went to find another friend of mine to complain. They said theyd get my painting back for me.

I'm hazy on the next events but I know that my painting eventually went missing again and no one could find it. I let it go since it was the second time it had been lost it didn't seem to be important in the moment.

The evening was winding down, dinner concluded, and it became that time in wedding receptions where you either dance or get lost. I gathered my things together to get lost, and while I was holding my keys in my hand, I then lost the key fob to my 2016 Honda Civic off my keychain. All that sat on the blue carabiner I called my keychain was my house key, the keys to my parent's house, and the keys to both the community pool and my mailbox.

The group I was sitting with for dinner helped me look but they couldn't find my key fob either. Then the rest of my keys went missing. At this point I was apathetic to the whole situation. Having started to lose everything I didnt want to lose my mind next. A girlfriend of mine offered to take me and other friends home.

We exited the venue, there was snow on the ground and covering a tree in the courtyard of the venue... which didnt make any sense because we were in Tucson, Arizona in September. There were quite a few of us that left all together.

Outside laying on the ground was my missing key fob. The girl ahead of me noticed it and turned around to tell us. I for some reason also turned around and there was a pale blonde girl with curly hair right behind me. She hadn't walked out with us, but she was wearing my keychain. It was hanging by the blue carbiner, around the left strap on her dress. (The way I usually wear it.) I asked her how she had my keys. She shrugged, and handed my keys to me. I put the key fob back on the carabiner, then hung my keys from my own dress strap.

A giant blue, dual cab, extended bed truck with a matching blue camper shell suddenly appeared next to the tree when I looked up. It wasnt there before. One of my friends unlocked the truck and we piled in. I chose to sit in the back.

For some reason, that is unknown to me, as I was getting into the car I told everyone my friends Dad that drove us to the wedding seemed nice. Then my friend in the passengar seat said "yeah he's nice unless you talk bad about one of his sons." I said nothing in response.

At first I paid attention to my friends driving, which wasn't bad, but we were driving quickly to get everyone dropped off. Then I noticed the snow had disappeared from the ground and trees, which reminded me about my lost painting. Everything seemed to get lost or disappear on me.

I was the last person to be dropped off. I thanked my friend for the ride as they were pulling into the drive way of my parents house. When I thanked them, I told them to let me know if they hear, find or see anything about my missing painting so I could collect and finish it. The car stopped, so my friend turned to look at me in the backseat. As their eyes were on me an envelope *poofed* into my lap out of thin air. There was a even a little puff of smoke.

The envelope had my name on it in cursive, and a sticker in the top left hand corner indicating the envelope was from my paternal grantparents, "Mr. & Mrs. Johnson." My paternal grandparents have both been deceased for a long time in waking life so this was especially weird. The back of the envelope had a red wax stamp seal, like in Harry Potter.

My jaw dropped and eyes widened. I looked at my friend through their rear view mirror and they said "I have never seen anything like that happen in my life." I told my friend the envelope was addressed to me from my deceased grandparents.

They said "You should open that."

I woke up right here.

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