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Qualitative Marktforschung EN

Far far away, behind the word moun­tains, far from the coun­tries Vokalia and Con­so­nan­tia, there live the blind texts. Sep­a­rated they live in Book­marks­grove right at the coast of the Seman­tics, a large lan­guage ocean.

A small river named Duden flows by their place and sup­plies it with the nec­es­sary regelialia. It is a par­adis­e­matic coun­try, in which roasted parts of sen­tences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Point­ing has no con­trol about the blind texts it is an almost unortho­graphic life One day how­ever a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Gram­mar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thou­sands of bad Com­mas, wild Ques­tion Marks and devi­ous Semikol.

but the Lit­tle Blind Text didn’t lis­ten. She packed her seven ver­salia, put her ini­tial into the belt and made her­self on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Moun­tains, she had a last view back on the sky­line of her home­town Book­marks­grove, the head­line of Alpha­bet Vil­lage and the sub­line of her own road, the Line Lane. Pity­ful a rethoric ques­tion ran over her cheek, then

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Quantitative Marktforschung En

Far far away, behind the word moun­tains, far from the coun­tries Vokalia and Con­so­nan­tia, there live the blind texts. Sep­a­rated they live in Book­marks­grove right at the coast of the Seman­tics, a large lan­guage ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and sup­plies it with the nec­es­sary regelialia. It is a par­adis­e­matic coun­try, in which roasted parts of sen­tences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Point­ing has no con­trol about the blind texts it is an almost unortho­graphic life One day how­ever a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Gram­mar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thou­sands of bad Com­mas, wild Ques­tion Marks and devi­ous Semi­koli, but the Lit­tle Blind Text didn’t lis­ten. She packed her seven ver­salia, put her ini­tial into the belt and made her­self on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Moun­tains, she had a last view back on the sky­line of her home­town Book­marks­grove, the head­line of Alpha­bet Vil­lage and the sub­line of her own road, the Line Lane. Pity­ful a rethoric ques­tion ran over her cheek, then