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#!/usr/bin/env python
import json
import sys


# Set up directions.
# ==================
# a b c
# d   e
# f g h

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We couldn’t find that file to show.

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#!/usr/bin/env python
from gittip import wireup

db = wireup.db()


names = open('affected.txt').read().splitlines()


for name in names:

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#!/usr/bin/env python
import datetime

from gittip import wireup


db = wireup.db()


names = open('affected-less.txt')

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#!./env/bin/python
import csv
import sys

from gittip import billing, wireup


db = wireup.db()
wireup.billing()

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"""Used when a person needed to go to Balanced to verify their merchant details
they are redirected here after the fact.
"""
from aspen import Response
from gittip import billing

#=========================================================================== ^L

if user.ANON:
    raise Response(404)

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"""Used when a person needed to go to Balanced to verify their merchant details
they are redirected here after the fact.
"""
from aspen import Response
from gittip import billing

#=========================================================================== ^L

if user.ANON:
    raise Response(404)

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from datadirect.dataset.aggregation_mixin import AggregationMixin


def test_aggregation_mixin_is_instantiable():
    actual = AggregationMixin().__class__
    assert actual is AggregationMixin, actual

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I studied Greek in college, which meant I was temping soon after. My best gig was in an internal medicine office, where I sat in a closet calling insurance companies all day, and the ladies teased me for being a virgin, and also thought I was quaintly cute. Two of them attended my wedding.

In the closet, while calling the insurance companies, I stared at an old DOS medical records system. Each screen was a different human, a person, reduced to an ASCII medical records profile along familiar axes: name, age, gender, race, and then medical history. By the end of my stint I had an image of a reconstituted person, a human, appear (to my conscious mind) instantly upon switching screens. This was late 1999, the age of The Matrix, and I identified with Mouse, the geeky young character who scans the falling green characters and cognizes the world itself. Martha Schwartz, old lady, 309 lbs., sitting on her couch with a walker in front of her, tube