Roxanne Hernandez Coyne | Professional Voice Actor for IVR & Commercial

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Sundays are special, because that's when the whole family comes over for empanadas. Crunchy, delicious, and flaky. Mmm. They fill our tummies and our hearts. And thanks to Goya empanada dough, preparing them is easier than ever.

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Running a small business takes dedication, passion, and a reliable shipping partner. That's why I chose FedEx. With my FedEx small business account, I can ship my cookies far and wide without ever breaking a sweat. And I know my super special snickerdoodles will be delivered oven fresh every single time. Mmm, that's good.

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The first time she kills another human being, all she can think afterward is that it was nothing like the rabbit. It is the first week of December, and some of the people in town, most likely the ones with kids, are already starting to put out Christmas decorations. Moony is a week away from completing her first semester of college, and although she's technically four months pregnant, she looks like she's a lot farther along, six months at least. She hasn't gone back to see Dr. Guerin, but she isn't feeling good anymore either. She's eating fairly decently. Her belly isn't affecting her ability to catch small animals at all. And she's not nauseous, exactly, but she's something. It's a feeling that's in her head and her heart. It grows a little day by day, and nothing she can think about will shake it off. Then she wakes at a quarter to four in the morning, with the complete certainty that if she doesn't change how things are going, the child inside her is going to die. When she looks back on it later, there was never any question about what she needs to do. Months ago, she mastered the art of moving silently without even trying. The trailer is in total darkness, but she slips on some clothes and is out the door without so much as making the old floor creak. There is a three-quarter moon outside, but the changes in her DNA have enhanced her night vision. It's as if God himself has flipped a light switch on the desert. She sees everything, in every direction, from the peeling paint on the wood siding on the north end of the trailer, to the faint movement of the scrub grass up the road and to the right that signals a scavenging coyote. In fact, even though it's at least 300 feet away, she can smell it. It has blood on its muzzle from something it killed and ate, probably a peck rat, only a few minutes before. But the coyote holds no interest for Moony tonight. She has gone beyond that. Driven by need and guided by instinct, she moves into the cold desert night, circling behind Mother Gossel's trailer and heading southwest. The Mexican border is only slightly over 20 miles away, but she feels no fear as she eases through the winter dead grasses, slipping from mesquite tree to mesquite tree, passing like a shadow despite her size. It takes 20 minutes at the most, and then she catches the scent of humans. It drifts on the still, chilled air, simply because it is so out of place to creatures like her who can pick up such things. There are two of them, and they are heavy with the smells of unwashed flesh, dirty clothes, and cheap snacks. The kind that can be carried easily, but in reality, give no nourishment to a weary body, and only serve to drive a man's thirst to maddening proportions. Moony lifts her head and inhales more deeply. They have run out of food and water, and now they are sluggish with the cold, surprised by the elevated climate that drops the nighttime temperature to only a few degrees above freezing. When Moony strikes, she goes for the mail.

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On a rainy day in November 1994, I visited Lady Bird Johnson at her home in Northwest Austin to interview her on the occasion of her upcoming 82nd birthday. We met in the kitchen, where she made coffee, leaning on a steel cane. Her hair was completely gray, her face creased with lines, and even though it was overcast and we were indoors, she wore a pair of sunglasses with large white frames. To be in her presence that day was both moving and unnerving. She was clearly arthritic and going blind from macular degeneration, and these ailments made her seem vulnerable. Yet, as she stood at the stove, dressed in a pleated navy skirt, cotton blouse, and black lace-up shoes with crepe soles, it was impossible not to feel intimidated. Sam Rayburn called her, the darn greatest woman who ever lived, and Lady Bird Johnson's was indeed a remarkable life. Many 21st century Texans have no memory of Lady Bird at the height of her power, and those who do may be inclined to think of her as belonging to the past, a woman who brought her husband coffee and newspapers in bed, ironed his shirts, and quietly tolerated his excesses. But one of the secrets to Lady Bird's success was that she always dealt from strength, never weakness. Publicly, she pretended to be a traditional stay-at-home wife and mother, but nothing could have been further from the truth. During the 38 years she spent as Mrs. Lyndon Johnson, married life in America underwent several upheavals, and Lady Bird's public image can be seen as a bridge from the less visible roles inhabited by wives of the 40s and early 50s to the era of women's liberation. Though her demeanor and style may now seem faintly anachronistic, she was remarkably effective as a first lady, more so than some of her modern successors. Ever the warm and generous host, she quickly set me at ease that day in her kitchen. ''Do you take your coffee black or with sugar?'' she asked. And the way she rolled that velvety R, not disguising her Texas accent but proudly flaunting it, completely won me over. Like her, I was born and raised in East Texas. Her traditional appearance and slow, southern speech reminded me of all the women I'd grown up with. The fact that she felt no need to feign sophistication made her immediately real to me.

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Guerrero decided to swing by the Stallworth home on his way back to the office. Jolly had visited earlier in the week to introduce himself to Rosemary Stallworth. But something in the old man's words convinced Guerrero that he should meet the wife in person. Rosemary answered the door and took a half step back. Officer Pedro Guerrero, ma'am. He held up his badge. I work with Detective Jolly. Rosemary raised a hand to her mouth. Is it, do you know anything new? No, ma'am, I'm sorry. What happened to Detective Jolly? The tone of this question affirmed something they both understood. Rosemary Stallworth expected to deal with a white officer. He's working on something else right now. Something else? Another aspect of the case. I'm sorry to drop by unannounced. I had a few more questions. Despite the careful burnishing of makeup, Mrs. Stallworth looked drawn. I must say, and I mean no offense, but I don't understand why they keep sending new people. I spoke to the one in uniform, then a sheriff, and then Detective Jolly at some length. It's been a week now. Rosemary Stallworth struggled to control her voice. I have children. I have to tell them something. She had refused to move out of the doorway. I'm very sorry, ma'am. I know it's confusing. We all have different roles. Mrs. Stallworth led him into a living room bright with lace and throw pillows. She ripped a Kleenex from a pewter box and pinched her nose silently, then seated herself on a crushed velvet couch. I've been trying to piece together the details of your husband's biography, Guerrero said tentatively. Part of what we have to consider involves family history, relatives with whom he might have had issues. Mrs. Stallworth issued violent little shakes of her head. My husband has no contact with his family, none. He was practically an orphan when we met. There was an aunt whom he mentioned once or twice. She didn't even come to our wedding. I never met anyone else. Once he left Indiana, that was it. Where does she live now? The aunt. I have no idea. What about your family? My family? What have they got to do with anything? These are questions we have to ask, ma'am. My husband has been abducted, officer. Do you think my family is responsible for that in some way? Is that what you're insinuating? Not at all. The polite smile remained pasted to Rosemary Stallworth's face, but any trace of goodwill drained from her eyes. I'll thank you to leave my family out of it, both my parents and my children. Guerrero stared down at his notepad. He was unaccustomed to dealing with witnesses this self-possessed. Had she chosen to speak candidly, Rosemary Stallworth would have conceded that her parents had disapproved of Marcus rather forcefully. They represented the merger of two mainline families with considerable fortunes. Their daughter's decision to marry Stallworth had been a crushing disappointment. He was from a troubled family, and they believed that character was inherited as well as instilled. They also continued to provide an allowance to Rosemary, which subsidized the pittance Marcus earned as an academic. I realize this is a trying time. Do you? You told Detective Jolly that you and your husband had been happy in recent months, Guerrero continued quietly. Have there been periods of unhappiness in the marriage? Mrs. Stallworth was glaring at him now. It seems to me you came here to discuss my marriage. Is that right? It's hard to find a man unless we know as much about him as we can. Mrs. Stallworth's mouth curled, as if it's some private joke. Are you married, officer? No, I didn't imagine so. No one who is would ask such a thing. Of course we struggled. Marcus and I have been together for nearly 20 years. We are, as you may have already deduced, distinct in our temperaments. Marcus is a quiet man, a scientist. I am more outgoing, but we love each other very much. And if the next question in your little notebook is whether we ever cheated on one another, or rather whether he ever cheated on me, I could only tell you that Marcus is an orderly man. He likes things neat, not messy. You can ask around about that.

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Once they are in the house, and without being invited to, the sisters sit down on the velvet couch in the sala, the ornamental sitting room to the left of the front door where no one actually sits. Though Maggie is younger than Marisol, she has always been the spokeswoman. She says, Hermana, we have something good to tell you. Dina sits on the matching armchair facing the window, where she can see Lalo is still focused on something in his explorer. Dina decides to speak first, to take control of the conversation. Because she knows that once her older sisters start, she won't be able to get a word in, either in English or Spanish. I know what you are going to say, Hermana. While Dina is still speaking, Maggie says, yes? Well then, what am I going to say? You're coming to try and take me to eat, or to take me to get my hair done. Instead of saying, you think I'm chisquiada, and you're here to extricate me from my locura. Dina finds these words much easier to speak. No, Hermana, that is not it, even though we could do those things too. Marisol interjects, we have something to give you. She begins to rummage through her purse, but Maggie rests her hand on Marisol's, and shakes her head that it is not time to present Dina with whatever it is they want her to have. Dina turns her head, and without breaking eye contact with her sisters, calls to the girls in their rooms to come and give their saludos. Dina does this because she wants her daughters to be respectful, but also because it will give her sisters someone else to focus on. And perhaps maybe the conversation will turn to pleasantries. Marisol says, ay, chulas, I'm glad you're here too, you are a part of this. The girls hug and kiss their tias, then sit on either side of them on the couch. And though it is not their intent, they are all facing Dina, who sits by herself across from them. The sisters remain quiet, as they can sense the gravity of the situation. And like their cousins, they have been taught to hold their tongues when the adults are talking, interrupting only when an adult has acknowledged them, as they stand or sit in silence waiting to speak. Maggie notices their sitting arrangement and says, ay, Dina, I'm sorry, pero esa intervencion, it's not like that, all daytime talk show style. This is her sister Maggie, never holding back what she knows the others are thinking but are too civil to say. Well then, what is it, hermana? I love that you are here, but I can tell you got something on your mind. It is the fear of Contreras' malice and his curses by proxy that are driving her curtness, and she hopes they will just leave. Dina manages to stay strong, unfaltering in her belief that today is not the day her sisters will win. Maggie says, apá is not doing well, hermana. I mean, he has his good days and he has his bad days, but for the past couple of weeks he has been asking for you. He goes, dónde está mi hija? And we all know he's talking about you, he misses you big time. At this, Dina breaks, and the tears start to flow, and she tries to wipe them away with the backs of her hands. She feels guilt come over her for all the time she has been absent. Dina says, apá, but can say nothing else. Her dry lips are stuck together. Te extraña mucho, Maggie says. I don't mean to guilt trip you, sister, because believe me, that's the last thing I want to do. You know I only like to edify or drop a word of knowledge here and there when the Holy Spirit me da la gana, but this has to be said.

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While waiting for Grandmama Jojo to call us outside to warm the food, Cheyenne napped on the bed alone, too relaxed for our liking. Over walkie talkies, we reached the rest of us in the other cabins and came to our own understandings. Cheyenne would no longer decide for us what we was meant to do. We're not kids anymore. We remembered our names. Fifi stood over Cheyenne. She lifted a book high in the air and dropped it. Baby Rashad pooped. You need to change him. Cheyenne nodded to wakefulness. His mother is right there, said Cheyenne. His mother is sleeping, Tamika motioned to Auntie Marietta's back. And why can't one of you do it, Cheyenne said. Because baby Rashad wants you to do it, said Fifi firmly. Baby Rashad crawled onto the bed and hugged Cheyenne. Cheyenne sat up from bed with baby Rashad clutching her waist. And the cousin Spice refused to fall out of her hair. The seasoning seemed to be glued within the folds of her curls. The pair walked over to baby Rashad and little Miriam's bunk bed, where baby Rashad laid back, awaiting a diaper change. When Cheyenne bent down to retrieve a new diaper from his bag, a glimmer of green flashed, loosening from her hair. Cheyenne's hand snapped up to fasten it. Tamika nudged little Miriam forward. Give me a horseback ride. Little Miriam jumped on Cheyenne's back, get off of me. Little Miriam held on tighter to Cheyenne's shoulders, refusing to be shaken off. Baby Rashad jumped up and peeled out of the bed screaming. When the cousin Spice slipped out of Cheyenne's hair and smacked onto the ground, Cheyenne was too distracted to notice. We formed a phalanx around the cousin Spice. Lisette in the center reached down to grab it, while Lupita spoke in code into the walkie talkie, signaling all of us in the other cabins to come to cabin five to help. We slipped outside of cabin five one by one to join the rest of us. Auntie Marietta already told us she would make sure Cheyenne wouldn't come outside, and we believed her. She was the one who came up with the plan to get her children involved in keeping Cheyenne out of the way. Auntie Marietta had winked at us from bed, then proceeded loudly snoring to fool Cheyenne. In the rising sunlight, we divvied up the powder. In a circle, we held open our palms, and Lisette poured the cousin Spice as evenly as she could into our hands. The cousin Spice felt smooth and fine, sand-like grains that would rid Grandmama Jojo of her issues for good. We split off into pairs to make sure that there was always someone keeping watch in case any cousin had questions about what we was doing. Everything had to be covered, the greens, the beans, the rices, all the meats. It was not a small amount of food that would feed over 150 people, and we needed to move quickly. We felt it was only fitting that the last meal the cousins would eat at the cookout would be what was made by Cheyenne. That taste alone should make them not want to come back. The cousin Spice would guarantee it. We sprinkled cousin Spice into collard greens, mixing and mixing and mixing. We doused it into the broth of the peanut butter stew, hoping the other flavors would mask the taste. We folded it into arroz con pollo and prayed. We sprinkled it on top of salads for good measure. We lit the furnaces to heat up the meals, letting the waft of food call the cousins over.

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Now, I'd like to make a few notes about the term Generation X, which is both more and less than an age group. People who identify with the label, and even those who don't, generally speaking were born in the mid-1960s through the 1970s, and grew up mostly in middle-class suburbs during the 1980s, but Gen X demographics are notoriously fluid. As the Census Bureau puts Xers as those born between 1961 and 1981, other demographers say Gen X was born between 1964 and 1979. But perhaps Groucho Marx's sentiment sums up the American Gen X attitude best. I would not join any club that would have someone like me for a member. And yet here we are. Even though the term Generation X has been overused and reviled, it still seems to stick. People have tried to rename this generation without success. In the early 1990s, one author came up with the Free Generation. New York Magazine tried to coin the term Grups, because we never seemed to grow up. But these terms don't convey anything about the shared cultural experience of this demographic. Like it or not, we're pretty much Generation X for the duration. So if you know the lyrics, sing along. Xers were the original latchkey kids. Our mothers went off to work, and or our parents divorced in unprecedented numbers. We ate sugary cereals and watched after-school specials until MTV came along. Extreme sports for most of us meant riding bikes over homemade three-foot ramps without helmets, a la Napoleon Dynamite. Xers renounced bra-burning feminism. There was little awareness of homosexuality among our peers. And although there were the beginnings of hip-hop rap crossover hits, black and white youth cultures were still pretty distinct and separate. We went to college in huge numbers and maybe went on to earn graduate degrees. We were notoriously disdainful of politics. On the one hand, Xers are practical and cautious. On the other, we have a tendency to roll the dice, which has paid off at times, but other times not so much. We're skeptical, individualistic, and downright distrustful of groupthink. We're ambitious rather than careerist, seeking to balance work and family, security and fulfillment. But most of all, we bridge the analog and digital generations. Some of us didn't touch a computer until college, and few of us grew up on them. But all of us found ourselves on the front lines of the tech revolution and globalization, whether we were ready or not.

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Un hogar nuevo es el comienzo de un capítulo nuevo. Raymoor & Flanagan tiene todo lo que necesitas para hacer que tu nuevo espacio se sienta tuyo.

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Lo mejor de la tarjeta Fun Card y del pase anual de SeaWorld es que pagas una vez y puedes volver todo el año, cada vez que quieras. Ambas ofertas te brindan esos momentos impresionantes. ¡Wow! ¡Shamu está volando! ¡Y yo estoy empapada!

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La cadena de hoteles más grande del mundo está en cualquier lugar que usted desee ir, ofreciendo descanso alrededor del globo. Con más de 4.000 hoteles en más de 80 países, la cadena de hoteles más grande del mundo es Best Western.

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Bueno. Sí, hola, señor Gu... Gutiérrez, sí. Señor Gutiérrez, como parte de una promoción te has ganado un viaje a una ciudad bien divertida, Javelinaville, Arizona. Javelinaville. Sí, señor.

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Hay algo que deberías saber sobre Las Vegas. Los bajones de los lunes no son muy comunes. Los martes son mejores. Los miércoles nunca fallan. Y los jueves te mueven.

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Bells conoce la Florida y Bells conoce marcas. Podríamos decir que Bells es el puro centro para las marcas y estilos perfectos para la Florida. Bells, donde encuentras las marcas que quieres a precios que te encantan.

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No worksite can be made 100% hazard-free. However, with your commitment and with proper safety training, your exposure to potential injury can be greatly reduced if not eliminated. This course will provide a number of sound occupational safety and health concepts that will help keep you safe. Click the tip icon to learn more.

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Welcome to Care Coordination, a collaborative approach to enhancing care. The presentation is divided into seven 15-minute sections. You can follow along with me through the entire presentation, or you can stop and come back at any time. If you prefer to read the information rather than listen to my spellbinding narration, you may do so by clicking on the transcript tab. Click Next to continue.

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Using the navigation pane at the top left corner of the homepage, navigate to the Question Templates area of the chatbot's knowledge base. If it's helpful, you can use the filters to organize the templates alphabetically or by department. Open each question using the drop-down arrow to the right of each question. Click Edit to create a custom answer or Ignore to remove the template altogether.

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Lesson 16 The Rules of Replacement Now that you've written a number of proofs, you may have recognized that not every valid argument can be proved using only the 9 Rules of Inference. Some more tools, namely the Rules of Replacement, need to be added to your toolbox. With these and the Rules of Inference, any valid argument can, theoretically at least, be proved.

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Now that you've had your baby, you're going to be making lots of choices about how you're going to care for your little one. This video series will give you information you can start using right away, so you'll know just what to do to keep your baby safe. At naptime and nighttime, place your baby on his or her back in a crib or bassinet with a firm mattress and without any soft bedding.

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Hold on just a second, please. Hey, honey. I'm in a session. So can you go out and close the door, please? Thank you. Sorry Dogs kids there we go. Okay. Let's try this. Okay, take one

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A continuación, el equipo empezará los preparativos para el procedimiento. Esto podría tardar una o dos horas. Le pediremos que verifique su nombre, fecha de nacimiento, si tiene alergias, y el procedimiento que le van a hacer. Puede que distintas personas le hagan las mismas preguntas varias veces. Esto no significa que el equipo no sepa el plan o no lea su expediente. Se toman estas medidas por su seguridad.

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El maíz, o elote, es un cultivo de las tradiciones culturales que se encuentran en las civilizaciones mesoamericanas. Los grupos indígenas olmecas, mayas y aztecas participaron en rituales, mitos y prácticas agrícolas centradas en el maíz. Cultivar maíz representa más que solo cultivar alimentos, también mantiene viva la historia y la tradición. Se ha descubierto que el césped teosinte es un antepasado del maíz moderno y que con el tiempo el maíz fue criado y cultivado hacia una fuente nutricional importante. La cosecha número uno en el mundo comenzó su viaje en Mesoamérica hace 7.000 años.

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Este curso de orientación te enseñará sobre nuestra historia y lo que hacemos día a día, pero me gustaría hacer hincapié en dos puntos que considero especialmente importantes. Primero, la WAI es una organización inclusiva. Como indica nuestra misión, nuestro compromiso es para todos, y esperamos que nuestro personal viva esta misión cada día. En segundo lugar, el propósito de la WAI es fortalecer a la comunidad. La WAI tiene la capacidad y credibilidad para hacer que las comunidades sean mejores lugares para vivir, trabajar y jugar, y eso se debe al trabajo que tú haces cada día.

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Analicemos las mezclas una por una. Los retardadores se utilizan en climas más cálidos y en las épocas cálidas del año incluso en climas más fríos. Su propósito es retrasar el fraguado del hormigón. La mayoría de los aditivos retardadores también actúan como reductores de agua. Los aceleradores, como el cloruro de calcio y el conjunto polar, se utilizan generalmente en climas más fríos y temperaturas bajo cero.

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Una persona de confianza es alguien que te demuestra con sus palabras y acciones que quiere lo mejor para ti, que te toma en serio y que te cree cuando le hablas de algo importante, y que se asegura siempre de que estés a salvo y te cuida y atiende bien. Es muy importante cuidar tu dinero y tus beneficios de discapacidad. Siga las precauciones de seguridad para evitar que una mala persona se aproveche de ti. Siempre está bien hablar con una persona de confianza y pedirle consejo o ayuda cuando algo no parece estar bien.

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ever wonder what's going on at the other end of your phone queue sure you have an IVR system which is great for simple requests but what if a caller has a more complicated issue what happens when a lot of people with complex issues call at the same time yeah that's when the call volume explodes the queue grows the whole times get longer and your callers get frustrated you don't have enough live agents to handle the volume that's not good

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The first task is to confirm the actual owner for any specific event, so data is collected, validated, and reconciled. Channel preferences are captured, recorded, and applied, so each shareholder receives communications the way they want.

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We might be just a little obsessed with capturing the moments of our lives, but all too often, those moments are lost in our phones forever. That's why we created SweetPix. Simply download our app and select your favorite photos. Crop each individual photo as you wish, and that's it.

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In this series of brief videos, we'll cover how we can work together to ensure an exceptional healing experience. Let's start with a tour of your room. It's designed with your safety and comfort in mind. First, notice the remote control. Need to turn the lights on or off? Use the remote. Use that same remote to call your nurse if you need help.

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With machine learning, you'd need to tell the tool which characteristics can be differentiated. In this case, it would be the leaf type. But with deep learning, the features are already singled out by neural networks. This is all done through an automated and unsupervised learning process.

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La inteligencia artificial es algo con lo que la mayoría de nosotros interactuamos a diario. Tu banco utiliza IA para analizar transacciones y detectar patrones sospechosos que podrían indicar actividad fraudulenta. De la misma forma, tu correo electrónico sortea tus mensajes y determina si son spam o no.

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Consejos para tu viaje a Río. Primero, tienes que llamar al autobús. No te recogerá a menos que levantes la mano y manifestes tu interés. Segundo, en Río la gente cruza la calle en cualquier lugar. Es raro ver a alguien cruzar en la intersección. Es un poco caótico. Ten cuidado.

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Para demostrar la diferencia que las patillas de difusión de presión de 3M pueden hacer, hemos creado este equipo para medir la fuerza o la presión de un par de lentes de seguridad sobre diferentes tamaños de cabezas.

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Los pacientes pueden duplicar la pantalla del iPad en la televisión. Para hacer esto, elija el canal de AirPlay de las opciones de HDMI. En la pantalla de inicio, presione dos veces el botón del iPad y seleccione Screen Mirroring.

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Encontrar formas de ahorrar dinero puede ser más fácil de lo que piensas. Al dedicar un par de horas de vez en cuando para investigar un poco sobre algunos de tus gastos mensuales más grandes, es posible que te puedas ahorrar cientos, quizás miles de dólares al año.

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Do you need to request a prescription refill? Here are a few things to remember. Remember to call your pharmacy for medication refills at least one week before you run out. If you don't have any refills left, your doctor will contact your pharmacy to obtain refills. If you need an urgent refill, please contact your doctor's office directly.

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¡Gracias por esperar! En UKG, nuestro propósito son las personas. Por ello hemos creado la empresa de gestión de capital humano y de fuerza laboral más innovadora del mundo para ayudar a organizaciones de todos los sectores a gestionar su personal de forma más eficaz.

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Thank you for calling the Auto Club. You can make changes to your benefits at any time, day or night. Visit AAA.com to make an insurance payment, add a family member to your membership, order a replacement card, upgrade or renew your membership, and change your address.

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El Centro de Servicio al Cliente está abierto de lunes a viernes de 7 a.m. a 8 p.m. hora estándar central y los sábados de 8 a.m. a 5 p.m. hora estándar central. Puedes visitarnos en Internet de día o de noche, pero entendemos que a veces prefieres hablar con una persona de verdad.

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Thank you for calling the Hoover Dam Lodge Hotel and Casino, located just a few miles from the iconic Hoover Dam and inside the Lake Mead National Recreation Area. We appreciate your patience and the next available team member will be with you momentarily.

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Bienvenido a Mercedes-Benz de Marín, el único centro autorizado de ventas y servicio de Mercedes-Benz en el Condado de Marín. Estamos ubicados donde la 101 se encuentra con la 580, en el corazón de Marín, a sólo 12 minutos al norte del puente Golden Gate.

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Estamos entusiasmados de presentarles Hello LBT, una nueva forma de conectarse con Long Beach Transit. Hello LBT es un servicio que utiliza mensajes de texto para mandar noticias y notificaciones en tiempo real.

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We're excited to introduce Hello LBT, a new way to stay connected with Long Beach Transit. Hello LBT is a real-time news and notification service using text messages. Simply text HELLO to 833-545-0528 to sign up.

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Hello, let me know how I can help you today.

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If this is a life-threatening emergency, hang up and dial 911.

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Please stay on the line and your call will be answered in the order it was received. Press 1. Press 2. Press 3. Okay, I've got it. In a few words, briefly tell me why you're calling today.

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Wait a minute, telephony's boring? I'm sorry, I didn't get that. Let's try that one more time.

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For English, press 1. Para Español, presione el número 2. Nuestro menú de opciones ha cambiado. Por favor, escuche lo siguiente. To repeat these options, press star. Great. What else could I help you with today? Would you like to place that order now? For your security, please say or enter the last four digits of your social security number. Got it. Hang on while I pull up your account. To hear this again, press 8. Huh. Hear that? Ja, ja, ja.