Monique Bagwell | Professional Voice Actor for E-Learning & Corporate Narration

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Now that's just the silliest thing I ever heard. Evelita, you could take that theory from husband one to husband six, but somehow I don't think it was in God's will to have you be married to six men before you was forty, and then to end up with some hippie fella named Harmony.

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Oh my god, my house just simply stinks of boys. Boys and all the smells that resonate within the walls of boys. Eh. All I want is one tiny grown-up room, all white. Maybe my coffin. LOL.

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I went off to work. When I came home at half past five, I didn't even know the kitchen. It was smashing. New windows, new wallpaper. It was really lovely.

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In a moment on Radioactive, it will be time for our in-house documentary. But first, here's an urgent message I've just been handed from my husband. Mm-hmm. Oh, dear. Yeah. Anyway, now it's time for the first in a new series.

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But tell me please, you from Moscow, you live in Moscow in big city, how often do you drink vodka?

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Okay guys, we're off to Hamburg. Bags in the back, I got my lightsaber up front. Over there, from a costume, it's going to be good.

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As Australians, we do have the most annoying accent on the planet. I'm sure you're aware of what we all do. I'm sure you're aware we all go up at the end of every sentence.

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Well, you've been gut shot, boy. Ain't much I can do for ya. We got no medicine. Docs at the field hospital care for worse. You see any doctors around here? That musket ball is deep, and I can't dig it out. All I can do is maybe stop the bleeding. Here, sit up. Now stay still. Damn, that hurts. Hush. My husband Gideon, he was at Coffee Hill when he got shot. Right in the gut, just like you. Shot by one of you blue bellies. Maybe it was you. Yep. They say he lingered three days. His insides burning. A man his age don't have no business fighting a war. Should have been home. Now I got nothing left. No one to take care of me. Sure hope you don't suffer like my Gideon did. Miss Viola, I expect it's time. Will you go upstairs and see to Abigail? I'll finish up here. I will.

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Whew. And here's the steak sauce, Ezra. So, is that T-bone rare enough for you? I think I heard it moo one time, darling. Allison, sure I can't get you something. Coffee is fine. How about you, Zach? Uh, you know, maybe a couple tall boys? Hey, did you get a chance to- Who, keys? They haven't turned up yet, but we'll keep an eye out for you, okay? Sure. You You

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Monique Bagwell, narrator. Read on the run by K.M. Hodge, he swallowed hard as he took her in. Damn, he adjusted his thrift store tie and smoothed out his suit, suddenly concerned about his own appearance and what she might think of him. She blushed under the weight of his heavy inquisitive gaze, but regained her composure and walked towards him with her hand extended in greeting. Special Agent Bailey? He took her hand in a firm grasp and smiled. Please, call me Alex. You must be Catherine. Do you want to sit at the bar or get a table? The bar is fine. Alex, ever the consummate gentleman, nodded and held out his arm to let her go ahead of him. He couldn't help but notice her toned calf muscles flex as she took her seat at the bar. He shook his head to try and regain his focus. The bartender, Nin, smiled at Catherine as she took her seat at the bar. Usual, Nin asked. Catherine nodded and he turned back to pour her a glass of tonic with a twist of lime. When he returned with it, she took a sip of her tonic water and set it back down. Without thinking, Alex ordered another drink. He had begun to find it harder and harder to keep it together. And tonight's drinks were only adding fuel to the fire that was already threatening to turn into an out of control blaze.

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Bibles and Ball Bats by Israel Allen Chapter 3 Coach Reigns walked over and began shaking hands with each of the kids So we all followed most of the boys mumbled their names So I couldn't understand them all There was a Vitaly and a Vasil and an Ian then I came to Oksana I know it has nothing to do with why we were there and I felt a little guilty about it But I was already crushing hard When she shook my hand and I looked into her gray eyes. I Felt my cheeks go red She smiled and I smiled back and nodded Try not to look as stupid as I felt. I am Oksana Again, tell me your name Lucas I said She was still shaking my hand and I really didn't want to let go I was holding on Looking into her eyes When I felt someone pull my hand away and start shaking it. I Am Anatoly, but you call me aunt Are you listening? Yes, she's very beautiful, but I am talking to you. Do you hear me? Aunt I said it's nice to meet you aunt He had gotten me moving again, but my cheeks were as hot as blazes while I shook the rest of their hands I Wanted to look back at her to see how she reacted But I was too embarrassed

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The Many Worlds of Benjamin Franklin By Frank R. Donovan Ben sailed out of Boston Harbor in September 1723, and in three days was in New York. This strange city of high-gabled houses built by the Dutch did not offer much opportunity for a printer's assistant. Only half the size of Boston, it had one printer in the entire town. He was William Bradford, who would later be ranked as a pioneer of American journalism. Bradford told Ben that he did not need a new hand, but that perhaps his son Andrew, who was in the printing business in Philadelphia, might be able to use him. So, without pause, Ben set out for Pennsylvania. Since he did not have enough money for coach fare or a coastal voyage, he walked across New Jersey and hitchhiked down the Delaware in a large rowboat, spending most of one night pulling on an oar. He arrived in Philadelphia on a Sunday morning, dirty and tired, with only a few copper coins in his pocket. On the day Ben arrived, the streets were filled with clean-dressed people on their way to church, sober Quakers who seemed to him much like the strict Puritans of Boston. But Franklin had little inclination for church-going that morning. He was hungry. And he hurried to a bakery, where he spent three pennies for three large rolls. Then he walked down Market Street, with one of the rolls under each arm, as he munched on the third.

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Robert and Roberta Grady continued deeper into Chinatown, where the fog became thicker, and the streetlights few and very far between, until the brick buildings oozed and the alleys echoed with each footfall and cobblestone. Robert, we're here. This cross street is Stockton. According to Falden's Guide to Old San Francisco, Stockton was one of the streets that bordered the Barbary Coast. Sailors in particular had caused to dread the area because it was there, she paused and looked around, right here, that the art of Shanghaiing was perfected. She glanced up from the trifold brochure just long enough to look at her brother. As recent as 1920, people who had ventured into the old Barbary Coast district were still being reported missing, she said and stuffed the paper into her handbag. That was just eight years ago. It's okay if you want to head back to the hotel. I'm beginning to get the creeps anyway. But when she turned around, her brother was gone. Robert Grady, this isn't funny. You're scaring me. Come out this minute. Roberta's voice sounded muffled, and the fog was rolling in around her ankles. Robert didn't answer, and didn't come out from a clever hiding place. She didn't want to admit it, but she'd lost all sense of direction and was completely disoriented. A disembodied voice drifted out of the fog. Are you lost? Roberta turned her head first left, then right, peering into the now head-high fog. Hello? Who's there? A small boy emerged from the dense mist. Just me, ma'am. Daniel. Startled, hand placed over her heart, she took a step back at the sound of the voice. You scared the daylights out of me, young man, Roberta said, still looking around, expecting Robert to step out of the fog any minute. Not lost? I'll be on my way then, the boy said as he turned around to step back into the fog. No, wait. Do you know an easy route to Mark's Inn and Hotel? The boy stepped a little closer to Roberta. Indeed I do. Sometimes I run messages for them. She opened her handbag and reached in. I'll pay you five dollars cash if you'll take me there right now. She held out a five dollar bill. Daniel snatched it from her hand.

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The 40-by-40-foot viewing window of the shark tank at the Dungeness Bay Aquarium attracted a crowd the third Thursday of every month. That's because it was cleaning day. Every head in the crowd was moving like spectators at a tennis tournament. Except instead of a ball, they were following the path of a 9-foot, 800-pound Thresher shark as it circled. At the bottom right corner of the giant viewing window, two divers could be seen. Marty was wearing a black dive suit and was scraping algae from the plexiglass. Em was wearing red and faced into the tank poised with a cattle-prod-like instrument should the shark get too close. From the crowd, a little boy saw it first. Mommy, look! The shark is yawning! Every eye turned to look at the shark and the crowd gasped as one. The Thresher had expanded its circle, increased its speed and locked its jaw open at twice the regular size, something it did only during feeding. Em was furiously elbowing Marty until he responded with a tap on the shoulder, a signal that they should surface. The tour guide never turned her back on the crowd, ignoring oohs and ahhs as she passively talked. She paused until the crowd settled down. As I was saying, the Thresher shark's tail is nearly as long as its body and is used to thresh the water, killing its prey. Em remained in the water while Marty tossed the scraping device into the cement surface. Suddenly she began frantically pivoting right to left. She'd lost sight of the shark. Marty paused and turned around at the sudden movement of his partner, and in that moment was struck on the side of the head by a huge blue tail. Em doubled her efforts when the shark banked in a sharp turn, grabbed Marty by the tank and shoving him onto the lip of cement, shrugged out of her tank and kicked furiously as she pulled herself to safety. An aquarium employee carrying a phone casually walked across the roof of the tank building, totally distracted by the different machines that maintain the quality of water for the various tanks. When he spotted the two gasping divers at the lip of the shark tank and the blood running down Marty's face mask, he ran to a pole in the middle of the roof and slammed the palm of his hand against a round red button, then ran to his side.

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These movies are so old. This actor, he's dead, isn't he? And this one, too. They're all dead. Uh-oh. I see dead people. Time for Netflix?

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You can definitely nail this lasagna presentation. Just choose PAM Cooking Spray for superior nonstick. You PAM do it!

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I remember sitting up with her at night in the hospital. I gave her the biggest hug when she went into remission. Some call that love. I call it doing my job. I'm a pediatric oncology nurse at Children's Mercy.

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Good boy. Stay. Uh-uh-uh. Hold still. Okay. Now, give me a kiss. Mwah! Oh, goodness!

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Yeah, the Fun Ones aren't afraid of heights or to get smacked in the face by a shrimp. The Fun Ones help push us out of our comfort zone. At Carnival, we love the Fun Ones.

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400 million hits. That narrows it down. How about... tingling. Pain. So I could have corporal tunnel, diabetes, or... Oh boy. MS.

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Who is that? That's Mr. Tickles. What? You said to get Mr. Tickles for the client meeting. No, I said Mr. Pickles, the sandwich shop. Oh, I love Mr. Pickles. Oh, this is not going to end well.

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The United States' entrance into World War I in 1917 tipped the scales in favor of Britain and the Allies. The war helped change the character of America at home. It expanded industry, brought women into the workforce, and extended government involvement in all sectors of the economy.

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As a registered emotional support animal, I'm different from Buster, who's a service dog. I don't have the same training he did, and his owner's disability is poor vision. My person suffers from anxiety. She's more calm when I'm around.

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For an upper median laparotomy, make the incision from the xiphoid process to the umbilicus. This ensures a quick and wide exposure, which can easily be elongated and closed.

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Are you ready to do something crazy? Let's apply analytics. Okay, here's what your best customers look like. Wow, you're almost completely saturated in this market. But look at all these new markets you can expand into.

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Good communication is the foundation of quality health care. The provider, the staff, and the patient all need to understand each other clearly during medical conversations. It helps providers make good decisions on diagnosis and treatment, and helps patients understand their care plans and diagnoses, and reduces return visits, too.

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Of the approximately one million people who are food insecure, the majority are small-scale farmers, mostly women and children, living in rural areas. In Africa and Asia, they produce 80% of the food consumed in their region.

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Today, we'll take a look at who's better at investing, men or women, and our findings may surprise you. Academic studies show that women tend to trade, meaning buy or sell investments, less frequently than men.

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One of the problems with trying to conserve resources and reduce waste is that sometimes we feel like we really need it. Welcome to UseLessStuff.com. We've been providing useful tips on recycling, sustainable products, and environmentally friendly resources since 1994. In fact, Google has listed us as the most read waste prevention site on the web, since Al Gore invented it.

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Southern Appalachian's music has been echoing through these hills for years. It all started right here in the region of Appalachia in the eastern United States, and it still thrives today, not just locally, but nationally.

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The most beloved woman on the planet was Mary Pickford. She was known as America's sweetheart when her expressive films endeared her to millions. But the greatest role for the girl with the curls came when she took on the business side of Hollywood. A move that would make her one of the most influential women in the history of film.

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Although chameleons at rest tend to assume colors similar to their surroundings, color change is most often used to signify emotional state. For example, look at a time-lapse of this female. Her color changes when she's sleeping to when she needs camouflage.

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Thank you for calling Advanced Spine and Neurosurgical Associates, a physician office of Self Regional Health Care. If this is a medical emergency, please hang up and dial 9-1-1 or go to your nearest emergency room. Our office hours are Monday through Friday, 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. If you are a new patient and would like information on scheduling an appointment, or if you're calling from a physician's office to refer a patient, please press 1. To cancel or reschedule an appointment, procedure, or surgery, please listen to the following. For the surgery scheduler, press 2. For Dr. Bollard's scheduler, press 3. For Dr. Gowen's scheduler, press 4. For the neurosurgery scheduler, press 5. To request a prescription refill, or to leave a message for a nurse or other clinical team member, please listen to the following. For the neurosurgery nurse, press 6. For Dr. Bollard or Dr. Gowen's nurse, press 7. For medical records, press 8. For billing questions, press 9. Remember, you can use our patient portal to access your medical record online, make appointments, request prescription refills, or to send a secure message to your health care provider. Our team members will be happy to assist you in establishing a patient portal account. Or you can access the portal by logging in at mychart.selfregional.org.

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To expedite your prescription refill request, you can make your refill request through your pharmacy. If you would like to request a refill at this time, please speak clearly and leave your name, date of birth, your preferred pharmacy, a good contact number should we need to contact you, and the medication refill you require. Prescription refills may take up to 72 hours to process. Please contact your pharmacy to verify your refill has been completed. Please be advised that if this is in regards to a controlled substance prescription refill, we will contact you when your prescription has been signed and is available for you to pick up from our office.

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Thank you for calling Family HealthCare Edgefield. If this is an emergency, please hang up and dial 911 or go to your nearest emergency room. Our office hours are Monday through Friday, 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. If you are calling after hours, on a weekend or major holiday, you may go to one of Self Regional HealthCare's two express medical care offices located on Highway 72 bypass in Greenwood or Highway 76 in Lawrence across from the Lawrence County Hospital. Or you may go to your nearest emergency room if it is an emergency. If you need to speak with a provider on call, please call 864-725-4111 and ask for the Family HealthCare Edgefield provider on call. Thank you for choosing Self Regional HealthCare.

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There he goes again. Robert F. Kennedy Jr. is really just another right-wing conspiracy nut in Democratic clothing. Thinks the pandemic was a choke. And Robert F. Kennedy Jr. even thinks aliens are living here on Earth with us right now. This guy wants to be president. We'd all have to be from outer space to vote for Robert F. Kennedy Jr.

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Mark Robinson is wrong for North Carolina. He thinks climate change isn't real, and Mark Robinson says the LGBTQ plus community glorifies Satan. He even wants to remove science and social studies from elementary school. Mark Robinson, he's just plain wrong.

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A well-regulated militia being necessary to the security of a free state. Those are the first words of the Second Amendment. An amendment that was intended to ensure citizen soldiers could fight the British, not to give people the right to carry AR-15s into shopping malls 250 years later. Go to change.org today and sign the petition. Demand the reinstatement of the assault weapons ban.

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He's protected Ohio. Sherrod Brown has stood up to the railroad companies that polluted our state. Whatever cancers, whatever illnesses could develop, that Norfolk Southern compensates those people for their health care. And Sherrod Brown has helped Joe Biden bring prosperity back to America. On Election Day, re-elect Senator Sherrod Brown.

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The political Supreme Court has stripped women of the right to medical freedom. But it won't end there. Extremist Republicans are hard at work pushing for a federal abortion ban. We should have a law at the federal level that would say no abortion on demand and that should be where America's at. Call your congressperson and tell them that everyday Americans support freedom of choice.