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L��a?gence M^lle Pitch pren?dra plai?sir �� vous ren?con?trer pour par?ta?ger sa pas?sion du Pitch cr��a?tif et ima?gi?ner avec vous d��autres possibles.

magali.?faget@?mlle-?pitch.?com
+33 6 43 47 46 51

Agence Mlle PITCH :
Cowor?king Bon?jour Bichat
31, rue Bichat
75010 Paris

Si��ge social :
209, rue Saint-Maur
75010 Paris

Press-book de M^lle Pitch
(pdf 23.11.2017)

Levier magique de r��pu?ta?tion et d��image posi?tive, le pitch est une id��e cr��a?tive forte for?ma?li?s��e dans une vid��o, une pub ou un ��di?to?rial de presse ou de blog. Il d��clenche l��adh��sion imm��?diate du plus grand nombre. Un bon pitch sus?cite natu?rel?le?ment beau?coup de buzz et de r��dac?tion?nel. Il conforte la r��pu?ta?tion posi?tive d��une marque et incite �� la recom?man?da?tion aupr��s de son propre r��seau.

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��Who else could be safer? He says the emeralds were gone and his word is his bond! Oh, yes!�� Pushing him, leaping backward, only to catch balance, the form wheeled on agile feet and ran for the grove. Ellton wondered, but held his peace. And the commandant did go to Landor's quarters within the next few hours. Which was Ellton's doings. "Then he lied," said the buck, and tucked the scrap back under his head band. "They all lie. I worked for him two weeks. I worked hard. And each night when I asked him for money he would say to me that to-morrow he would pay me. When all his hay was cut he laughed in my face. He would pay me nothing." He seemed resigned enough about it. The roar of the battle would have told them as much, for it was now deafening. The earth seemed to throb and the trees shake with the awful shocks. As they passed the hospital they saw a grewsome pile of amputated legs and arms, while the ground around about was filled with wounded, whose groans pierced through the roar of battle. They were is despair for a few minutes, until Abel Waite discovered an abandoned wagon near by, with one mule still hitched to it. Next they found a wounded artillery horse which had been turned loose from his battery. He was hitched in, and Si and Shorty were laid on the layer of ammunition-boxes which still covered the bottom of the bed. "I brung her in." "O, come off," said Si, petulantly. "What's a-eatin you. You don't know them girls as well as I do. Particularly Maria. She'll run right over you if you let her. She's one o' the best girls that ever breathed, but you've got to keep a tight rein on her. The feller that marries her's got to keep the whip-hand or she'll make him wish that he'd never bin born." I push buttons when the masters say to do it. HoME ��ѿ��һ��Ƭ ENTER NUMBET 0017
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