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	<title>Comments on: My friends make me goo-ey</title>
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		<title>By: Hello Stranger, Lizzie Geary</title>
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		<dc:creator>Hello Stranger, Lizzie Geary</dc:creator>
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		<description>I cant tell you how many times I&#039;ve gotten the &quot;try not to think about it, babe&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I cant tell you how many times I&#8217;ve gotten the &#8220;try not to think about it, babe&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: Mallory</title>
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		<description>The other day I was having a very irritating anxiety/jealously attack about a boy, and I called a friend for an over-the-phone smack in the face so that I could go on with my day. It worked, and then I had a glass of wine. I love girlfriends.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The other day I was having a very irritating anxiety/jealously attack about a boy, and I called a friend for an over-the-phone smack in the face so that I could go on with my day. It worked, and then I had a glass of wine. I love girlfriends.</p>
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