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	<title>Comments on: Daily Dispatch, 24 Jan 2007</title>
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		<title>By: Ezra</title>
		<link>http://realfake.org/blog/2007/01/daily-dispatch-24-jan-2007/comment-page-1/#comment-1228</link>
		<dc:creator>Ezra</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Jan 2007 22:47:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Well, sorry to alarm you, but I had been trying unsuccesfully to get your attention while you were gathering up the winter gear, and Terri refused to tug on your pants to up the ante. As it were.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well, sorry to alarm you, but I had been trying unsuccesfully to get your attention while you were gathering up the winter gear, and Terri refused to tug on your pants to up the ante. As it were.</p>
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		<title>By: SamW</title>
		<link>http://realfake.org/blog/2007/01/daily-dispatch-24-jan-2007/comment-page-1/#comment-1227</link>
		<dc:creator>SamW</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Jan 2007 22:19:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>After dinner at Emma&#039;s last night I was getting my winter gear together to head out and there was this guy waving his arm out into the [really narrow] path to the door.  I had one of those moments as I followed the arm up to the body and then face of the person, where I ran through some possibilities of why this person was waving--is he trying to get my attention or the waitress&#039;s--is he blocking my way for some reason? Did i drop my hat?--oh, its Ezra! and Terri!</description>
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