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	<description>The Babblings of a Mad Girl</description>
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		<title>By: aimeemarie</title>
		<link>http://aimeemarie.wordpress.com/read-me/#comment-88</link>
		<dc:creator>aimeemarie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Oct 2008 16:04:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Melissik, That was awesome. I love random posts like that. Leave more if you&#039;d like.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Melissik, That was awesome. I love random posts like that. Leave more if you&#8217;d like.</p>
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		<title>By: Melissik</title>
		<link>http://aimeemarie.wordpress.com/read-me/#comment-23</link>
		<dc:creator>Melissik</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 11:50:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>One afternoon, I was in the backyard hanging the laundry when an old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home. But when I walked into the house, he followed me, sauntered down the hall and fell asleep in a corner. An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out. The next day he was back. He resumed his position in the hallway and slept for an hour. 
This continued for several weeks. Curious, I pinned a note to his collar: &quot;Every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap. &quot; 
The next day he arrived with a different note pinned to his collar: &quot;He lives in a home with ten children - he&#039;s trying to catch up on his sleep.&quot; 
 
I cried from laughter 
Sorry, if not left a message on Rules.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One afternoon, I was in the backyard hanging the laundry when an old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home. But when I walked into the house, he followed me, sauntered down the hall and fell asleep in a corner. An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out. The next day he was back. He resumed his position in the hallway and slept for an hour.<br />
This continued for several weeks. Curious, I pinned a note to his collar: &#8220;Every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap. &#8221;<br />
The next day he arrived with a different note pinned to his collar: &#8220;He lives in a home with ten children &#8211; he&#8217;s trying to catch up on his sleep.&#8221; </p>
<p>I cried from laughter<br />
Sorry, if not left a message on Rules.</p>
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		<title>By: hertthila</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2007 05:13:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I’d prefer reading in my native language, because my knowledge of your languange is no so well. But it was interesting!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I’d prefer reading in my native language, because my knowledge of your languange is no so well. But it was interesting!</p>
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