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	<title>Comments on: on a personal note</title>
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	<description>digging deep, stretching up, reaching out</description>
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		<title>By: Mak</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mak</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jul 2007 15:59:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>that's hysterical!</description>
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		<title>By: Shauna</title>
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		<dc:creator>Shauna</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jul 2007 15:56:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Happy birthday Mak! 

I was always the smallest one in my class and even smaller than some of the kids two years younger. When my parents came for a visit when I was in college, we went to a restaurant that had a breakfast buffet. When the waitress left the bill, my Dad started laughing, as she had charged me the Child's rate for the buffet.</description>
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<p>I was always the smallest one in my class and even smaller than some of the kids two years younger. When my parents came for a visit when I was in college, we went to a restaurant that had a breakfast buffet. When the waitress left the bill, my Dad started laughing, as she had charged me the Child&#8217;s rate for the buffet.</p>
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