2021.12.01 05:40 Dizzy-Promise954 #Bannon #GuoWenGui Former US President Donald Trump's top strategist Steve Bannon has turned himself in to the FBI, Guo wengui quickly cut ties with Bannon, emphasizing that he was not involved in Bannon's affairs
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2021.12.01 05:40 YamAshamed5186 Longeveron Inc. Announces Pricing of a $20.5 Million Private Placement
MIAMI, Dec. 01, 2021 (GLOBE NEWSWIRE) -- Longeveron Inc. (NASDAQ: LGVN) ("Longeveron" or "Company"), a clinical stage biotechnology company developing cellular therapies for chronic aging-related and life-threatening conditions, today announced that it entered into a securities purchase agreement with certain institutional investors to purchase approximately $20.5 million worth of its common stock and warrants in a private placement.
Under the terms of the securities purchase agreement, the Company has agreed to sell approximately 1.17 million shares of its common stock and warrants to purchase 1.17 million shares of common stock. The warrants will be exercisable immediately upon the date of issuance and have an exercise price of $17.50 per share. The warrants will expire five years from the date of issuance. The purchase price for one share of common stock and one corresponding warrant will be $17.50. The gross proceeds to the Company from the private placement are estimated to be approximately $20.5 million before deducting the placement agent's fees and other estimated offering expenses. The offering is expected to close on or about December 3, 2021, subject to the satisfaction of customary closing conditions.
Longeveron intends to use the net proceeds from the private placement to support the ongoing clinical development of Lomecel-B, the Company’s lead investigational product, which is currently being evaluated as a potential therapeutic for Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome, Aging Frailty Alzheimer’s Disease and other diseases. In addition, the Company plans to use the proceeds to fund additional research and development, product development, and for general and administrative purposes.
EF Hutton, division of Benchmark Investments, LLC, is acting as exclusive placement agent for the offering.
The shares of common stock and warrants described above have not been registered under the Securities Act of 1933, as amended, and may not be offered or sold in the United States absent registration with the Securities and Exchange Commission (SEC) or an applicable exemption from such registration requirements. The securities were offered only to accredited investors. Pursuant to a registration rights agreement with the investors, the Company has agreed to file one or more registration statements with the SEC covering the resale of the shares of common stock and the shares issuable upon exercise of the warrants.
This press release shall not constitute an offer to sell or the solicitation of an offer to buy any of the securities described herein, nor shall there be any sale of these securities in any state or jurisdiction in which such offer, solicitation or sale would be unlawful prior to registration or qualification under the securities laws of any such state or jurisdiction.
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2021.12.01 05:40 Accomplished-Steak50 Movement
2021.12.01 05:40 german_leopard It's really about ethics in gaming journalism
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2021.12.01 05:40 rs16 White Supremacy in Action
2021.12.01 05:40 ooogabooga2929 For those who have played does this game have any LOTR vibes to it
2021.12.01 05:40 omarxart mysterious
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2021.12.01 05:40 Money_Actuary5796 حق پرومکس،😂وقعا دیگه این دنیا جای زندگی نیست😂👍
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2021.12.01 05:40 Quickmawz How is crypto currency pegged its value in MIR4? How does it work?
When thinking about Bitcoin, you need a good GPU to perform intense levels of calculation to 'find' and mine a bitcoin, but in MIR4, you just need to play the game of virtually mining a digital rock in-game to make the cryptocurrency. And considering this is a mobile game, where does the game generate the computer power to actually do compute calculations and properly mine the cryptocurrency? Surely it isn't by just calculating how many minutes or hours a player spent in front of a rock in-game, it would be too easy to hack and trick the system into thinking someone is mining it. How does it work?
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2021.12.01 05:40 Obvious-Party5306 L
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2021.12.01 05:40 AmySxnflower I'll celebrate Christmas in a second, let me read through what children want for Christmas first /j
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2021.12.01 05:40 why-doe_ This happened to my sister's world
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2021.12.01 05:40 PenSad4010 Request to add ' Λ ' special character
2021.12.01 05:40 RiskyFutures Made my night
Had gotten an order for a grocery store. So me and my girl said why not. It was 35 dollars for 7 miles, It was a no brainer. Ended up calling because there were certain items that were not available. After all was said and done at the store. We delivered the order and right before I walked away, the man gave me a post I note with his cash tag on it. Told me to request an extra 10 dollar tip. I told the man no but he insisted. It took a good 10 mins for information to be exchanged. But after everything. Me and my girl drove away with a whopping 50 dollar tip. Yes. This man added another 10 on top of the extra 10. Bless his soul. Had to share with you all.
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2021.12.01 05:40 throwawaydontfindm How do I kill myself painlessly?
Throwaway so people I know IRL don't see this and try to stop me.
I'm tired. Extremely tired. I don't have any friends except one online friend who treats me like they'd rather not speak to me. My family is mad at me all the time because I apparently don't pull my weight. I work 12-hour workdays and sometimes longer. I'm stuck doing my handicapped aunt's finances but my grandparents are constantly meddling and yelling at me because I don't do things the way they would. I'm an object for people to use. I exist for my family to scream at and for my one friend to use as a therapist. I don't even want to be here. I never wanted to move all the way to the south of the country but my mum wanted me out of her house because I'm trash to her just like I'm trash to everyone else and now I'm stuck living with my grandparents who think I'm no good for forgetting to change a roll of toilet paper after work when I'm exhausted. I don't sleep. I eat too much. I'm 22 and I've been gr*med, rped, abused, set aside by my parents, treated like trash by any and everyone I care about.
Don't tell me suicide isn't the solution. There is no other solution. I can't get therapy to get over trauma when I'm still living through it and I can't work to make my life better without therapy. I'm stuck. I'm trying to move out and go NC with my family but I've been trying for a year. There are no places to rent.
How do I do it? I'd prefer a painless way, but I've already decided I'll just jump in front of a train if I can't find one.
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2021.12.01 05:40 xalxary2 Bajans, how big of a deal is the order of national heroes in barbados?
Like I did not know about this until I saw the news that Rihanna became one. Like I guess that it is a big deal but I am curious in terms of what aspect it is a big deal there. Like what does the title bring to the bearer?
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2021.12.01 05:40 IMakeInfantsCry Hi ! Any good textbook for someone that already learned arabic in childhood but lost it and wants to pick it back up ?
Being Moroccan, I studied MSA in primary and middle school, from kana/inna wa akhawatoha, i3rab to wuzun and everything, but since everything is taught in French from high school up, I never really got to keep practicing it, so now I can speak a very basic arabic with the words I remember from school and from the Darija dialect, and I can understand like 60-70% of spoken MSA when I'm watching something like Al Jazeera.
Is there any good book that re-explains those grammar concepts for someone to brush up on them ?
Thanks in advance : ')
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2021.12.01 05:40 gayorg69 My sensitivity scales to my fps on PS5
Help me please. I play Fortnite on my PS5 with a mouse and keyboard. Whenever my frames drop below the targeted 120fps, my mouse sensitivity drops with it.
So if my fps were to drop from 120fps to 60fps for a moment, my sensitivity would be half of the original in that moment at 60fps. It really hinders my gameplay. Anyone know a fix?
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2021.12.01 05:40 PinkestMango Precious
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2021.12.01 05:40 pavonharten [ALL] The name of Alex’s plushie (Shu-Shu) isn’t random…
2021.12.01 05:40 discardedcumrag Endorsed by the man, the legend, Buffalo Bill.
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2021.12.01 05:40 xxPussyDevine69xx The Dark
I jolted awake in a pitch-black room, my pajamas drenched with perspiration. The bed in which I lay was hard and unfamiliar, with only a thin sheet and blanket to cover my body. I knew I wasn’t in my home but had no clue where I was or how I’d gotten there.
I called out to my wife. “Vanessa?” No response. I felt for her in the darkness, but her usual place on my left was vacant. “Vee?” I called out again. “Are you here?”
Still, silence. A pit formed in my stomach. What was happening? I reassured myself there was a reasonable explanation, but I couldn’t shake the growing feeling of dread.
My last memory was of driving in the car with Vanessa. It was our sixth wedding anniversary, and I’d made a reservation at Le Provencal, the French restaurant where we first met. Everything seemed fine, so why couldn’t I remember anything else? Did I drink too much at dinner?
I needed light. If I could see where I was, it might jog my memory. I reached out my arm and brushed across a flat wooden surface. A nightstand. I fumbled for a lamp, finally grazing an upright metal rod. My fingers groped for the switch and I flicked it on.
A wave of panic swept over me. What the hell was going on?
I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly to calm myself. Once again, there had to be a rational explanation. The power was probably out. Yes, that was it. Vanessa had gone to check, which explains her absence.
But why weren’t the two of us at home? I took a moment and considered the possibilities. Could we be at a friend’s house? No, it was our anniversary and we’d have been spending it alone.
What else? If I’d gotten too drunk, maybe Vanessa did the same and neither of us could drive? That made sense. If we both drank too much, we might have gotten a hotel room to sleep it off.
A hotel! Yes, that must be it! The power went out in the middle of the night in our hotel room. Surely Vanessa had gone to the lobby to see what was going on. That explained everything.
I sighed with relief. Still, I wanted to find Vanessa, so I decided to make my way to the lobby as well.
I swung my legs out of bed and placed my feet on a cold linoleum floor. Odd, since most hotels I’d known were carpeted, but I shrugged it off and placed my hands in front of me, feeling around the room. I made contact with a wall and shuffled to the right, slowly edging along until I felt the ridged molding of a doorframe.
Another room. I swept my hand across the inside wall in search of a light switch until my fingers touched a small plastic bump. I flipped it upwards but remained in darkness.
The switch would do nothing if the power was out. I smirked at my foolishness as I slid through the threshold and continued following the wall.
Suddenly, I cried out an expletive as a spasm of pain shot through my leg. My shin had banged against a hard object. I reached down to discern my attacker and felt something cool and smooth. I rapped it with my knuckles and heard the hollow clink of porcelain. “Fucking toilet,” I muttered.
Still grimacing, I forged forward, forming an image of my surroundings as I explored the layout of the bathroom. I passed a countertop and sink, then a metal rack filled with plush towels before finding a small window.
A refreshing breeze washed over my still sweaty forehead as I slid the glass upward. I rolled up my sleeves and stretched out to feel the crisp night air on my skin, but my hand clanged against a piece of metal. I tried further to the left, but once again found the path blocked. Inch by inch, I extended my arm, this time to the right, praying for it to poke through the barrier… but I met only more iron.
My heart dropped.
Desperate with frenzy, I grabbed the metal rods and shook with all my might–but the bars held firm.
My first panicked thought was of Vanessa. Where was she? Was she safe? I went to call out her name, but muzzled myself before the words left my lips. The last thing I wanted was to draw attention if she or I were in danger.
I slumped to the floor, my breath rapid and short. Had someone kidnapped me? But who might want to harm us? I’d made no enemies, and to my knowledge, Vanessa hadn’t either. Did they want money? Was this a case of mistaken identity? Were we simply victims of circumstance at the wrong place at the wrong time?
I inhaled deeply to prevent myself from hyperventilating. I needed to remain calm so I could find Vanessa and escape. But how? If one window was barred, the others would be the same. Without power, the phone wouldn’t work either.
I concluded there was no way I was getting out; someone would have to come in. I’d wait behind the door until it opened and then ambush my jailer from behind.
A burst of energy enveloped my body and I shot to my feet. I needed a weapon—something to smash over my guard’s head and knock them unconscious. Making haste, I groped my way out of the bathroom and retraced my steps to the lamp. The base would make a perfect bludgeon.
I ripped the cord from the wall and clutched the heavy metal neck tightly in my hand. The bathroom had been to my right, so this time I went left, swiftly creeping forward in search of the entrance to my prison. I brushed across a protrusion, then another, equidistant but lower.
Hinges! I’d reached the inside of the shut door. I pressed my back against the wall and readjusted my grip on the lamp. At some point, the door would swing open and I’d take my captor by surprise, knocking him senseless with a blow to the head. All I needed to do was wait.
Patiently I stood, still and silent like a cheetah ready to pounce. The faint tick of a wall clock grew louder, and I focused on its rhythm, each beat another second.
Tick… Tick… Tick.. Fifteen minutes passed. Then thirty.
Tick… Tick… Tick. An hour. My thoughts raced. Would someone ever come? Was I trapped, doomed to die with this room serving as my coffin?
Fear overtook me. My heart galloped in my chest, and I felt as if I might faint from angst. But then, as states of delirium often produce, a crazy idea entered my mind.
I reached down and gripped the door handle. It couldn’t possibly be… could it?
Gently, I twisted the knob, waiting for it to click to a halt, yet it turned further and further until the latch bolt disengaged. I inched the door open expecting a ray of light to illuminate my surroundings, but I remained enveloped in blackness. My other senses would have to guide me to Vanessa.
I eased the door wide enough to slip through and crouched down, readying myself for a new labyrinth. However, the potent smell of disinfectant hit my nostrils and I stifled a sneeze. Fucking allergies. This was no time for them to act up.
The faint sound of voices came into earshot and I perked up my ears. They were getting closer. I scurried back into the room and shut the door, reassuming my attack position. One person I could handle, but two? I gulped and wiped my sweaty palm against my pant leg as the muffled voices became audible. To my surprise, the speaker was female.
“I’ll tend to Mr. Hayes,” said the voice. “Would you mind checking on room 204?”
“No problem,” another female replied.
My brow furrowed in confusion. My guards were women? And who was Mr. Hayes? How many other people were being held prisoner?
Before I could process the information, the knob jiggled and a waft of air hit me as the door lurched open. Now was my chance! I burst from hiding and swung the lamp with full force in the direction of the doorway.
The blow connected with a thud and a body crumpled to the floor. I darted outside, feeling my way along the wall with frantic urgency before stumbling across another door. I slipped inside hoping for respite, but a man called out, his voice old and frail.
“Hello? Who are you?”
I dropped the lamp, and despite the dark, instinctively held up both hands in a show of peace. “Please, sir, I mean you no harm. My wife—she’s missing and I have to find her.”
“I don’t know who you are,” he mumbled.
“I’m a prisoner too, but we can find a way out. Please,” I begged. “My wife is missing. Help me!”
He paused and took a few labored breaths. “You don’t belong in here.”
“I don’t know where ‘here’ is!” I shouted.
Shit. That was loud. Very loud. The old man attempted to answer, but I shushed him and listened. To my dismay, footsteps approached the door and it creaked ajar.
I charged at the voice. Our frames collided, sending a woman sprawling with a shriek of surprise.
The commotion did not go unnoticed. Another voice screamed for security as I scampered away, careening through the darkness in a panicked frenzy.
Suddenly, my foot tangled around a cord and I tumbled to the ground. A hand clenched my pajama leg, but a ferocious kick freed me from its grasp and I bounced to my feet.
“Stop, Mr. Barnes!” A parade of now male voices called my name in vain, but I continued to flee, crashing blindly through the unknown before my face smashed into a solid wall. Blood gushed from my nose and I teetered from the blow, staggering backwards against another wall to my left.
“Mr. Barnes!” The voices grew louder. I repressed the pain and whirled to the right, desperate for an escape route, but a third wall sealed my fate. I was trapped.
The patter of footsteps behind me slowed to a halt and the sounds of panted breathing closed in. My heartbeat thumped in my ears like a snare drum. Flight was no longer an option. That left me but one choice—fight.
I spun around and exploded toward my captors as if someone had shot me from a cannon, violently swinging my fists like a madman. I took one by surprise, landing multiple blows to his soft flesh before a collection of muscular hands grabbed my arms and pinned them behind my back. A sweeping kick took out my legs and I dropped to the floor. Right away, a knee dug into my back and a forearm pressed my face into the cold linoleum.
“Let go of me, you assholes!” I yelled and thrashed with every ounce of strength attempting to break free, but a sharp object jabbed my neck. The vigor instantly drained from my body, and with one final, weak flail, I faded from consciousness.
I awoke again in a pitch-black room lying comfortably on my back. My head felt foggy, like a bad hangover, making the memory of the previous horrors seem distant. Had it all been just a bad dream?
“Vanessa?” I called out into the darkness. No answer. I reached for her, but my arm jolted to a halt, fastened to the bed with a thick strap.
My blood ran cold. It was no dream.
A surge of adrenaline flushed the haze from my brain and I yanked each of my limbs to no effect. All four were bound to the bed. I writhed against the restraints with all my might, but they wouldn’t budge. Angry and afraid, I screamed in primal rage.
My shouts drew attention, for not a moment later I heard the door open and the click of high heels approached my bed.
“Mr. Barnes,” said a soft woman’s voice. “You can’t keep doing this.”
A hand touched my shoulder and I gnashed my teeth.
“Please, Mr. Barnes,” she continued. “If you’re going to misbehave, I’ll have to sedate you again. You don’t want that now, do you?”
“Fuck you,” I snarled.
She sighed and turned my right palm upwards to access my vein.
“Wait, don’t,” I blurted. “I’ll stop, I promise.”
She released my wrist. “Do you know who I am?”
“No,” I shook my head. “I can’t see you. Why can’t I see anything?”
A chair scraped across the linoleum.
“Mr. Barnes,” she said. “I’m going to sit down and have you listen to something. What you’re about to hear is going to be difficult, but it’s the truth.”
I snorted in derision. “How can I believe a word you say?”
“You can’t. That’s why I’m not going to tell you anything… you are.”
A tape clicked on and my own voice began to play.
“Michael, it’s me—I mean you… us.” My voice was pained with compassion. “The woman you’re talking to is Dr. Wagner. Please be kind to her. She’s only trying to help.”
I lay speechless at the shock of hearing my recorded self.
“This is difficult for me to explain since I know how you’ll react, but everything I’m about to say is true. You have to believe me—well, believe yourself. You don’t remember what happened, but we were in a terrible car accident with Vanessa. A semi-truck ran a red-light and plowed straight into our sedan, knocking us down a ravine. You suffered a severe brain injury, which is why you don’t remember. You’re an amnesiac.”
The Michael in the recording cleared his throat. “The amnesia is anterograde, meaning you can’t remember anything that happened after the injury. You’ll remember for a few days, maybe a few weeks, but new long-term memories no longer develop and you eventually… forget.”
A lump formed in my throat.
“But these are the facts. The windshield shattered during the accident, sending glass shards into both your eyes. The doctors at Mercy General did all they could, but they couldn’t save your sight.”
I attempted to cry, but no tears fell from my damaged eyes.
“That’s where you are now—the psych ward at Mercy General Hospital. Since you’re hearing my voice, you’re certainly strapped down to the bed, but don’t panic, OK? Nobody is going to harm you. You’re restrained for your own protection and for the hospital staff. You become dangerous when you think they’re trying to hurt you.”
Recorded Michael took a deep breath. “And the last part is Vanessa…” My voice on tape quivered, barely able to choke out the next words. “She… she didn’t make it.”
A deafening ring flooded my ears and the rest of the message faded into the background. “No,” I muttered, shaking my head. “She can’t be…”
As much as I wanted my denial to be untrue, a strange feeling of déjà vu signaled otherwise. My beautiful wife was dead. Never again would I feel her touch. See her face. Hear her voice.
I wailed in anguish and Dr. Wagner placed a gentle hand on mine as I wailed in anguish. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Barnes. I’ll give you some time alone.” She placed a small remote in my grasp. “Just press the button if you need one of us. We’ll undo the restraints as soon as it’s safe.”
Her heels tapped into the distance and the door snapped shut, leaving me sobbing with grief in the empty room, not only in mourning for Vanessa, but in dread of the fresh hell that would repeat itself the next time my memory failed.
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2021.12.01 05:40 Danwho87 A strange night, found 3 colors of the Big-Air Bel-Air and now I need to go find the rest.
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