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	<title>Comments on: Kissing Girls in the Dark</title>
	<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/05/09/kissing-girls-in-the-dark/</link>
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		<title>by: Sarah</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/05/09/kissing-girls-in-the-dark/#comment-23915</link>
		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2007 06:24:58 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>I was right there with you in the stairwell, Chris (and I\'m a girl). And I was there with you throughout your entire story. Thanks for sharing your great writing, pacing, head-talk, all a super real ride. Best finding your agent, they\'ll be happy to have found you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was right there with you in the stairwell, Chris (and I\&#8217;m a girl). And I was there with you throughout your entire story. Thanks for sharing your great writing, pacing, head-talk, all a super real ride. Best finding your agent, they\&#8217;ll be happy to have found you.
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		<title>by: Jeff</title>
		<link>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/05/09/kissing-girls-in-the-dark/#comment-16823</link>
		<pubDate>Sun, 13 May 2007 16:55:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.commonties.com/blog/2007/05/09/kissing-girls-in-the-dark/#comment-16823</guid>
					<description>there were incredible things taking place near the seats of learning. What strikes me as an aging flower child is how trusting some of us were.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>there were incredible things taking place near the seats of learning. What strikes me as an aging flower child is how trusting some of us were.
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