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	<title>Comments on: The Privacy Shed</title>
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	<description>on the omphaloskepsis bandwagon</description>
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		<title>By: Dottie</title>
		<link>http://commadotcomma.net/blog/2007/05/11/353/comment-page-1/#comment-33621</link>
		<dc:creator>Dottie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 May 2007 16:30:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Amy-- Yes, that was my favorite house that we lived in growing up, and it seems like most of  our friends liked it, too! the thing I remember most about that party was one of the guys throwing a handful of mnms into the pool and making my dad really mad.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Amy&#8211; Yes, that was my favorite house that we lived in growing up, and it seems like most of  our friends liked it, too! the thing I remember most about that party was one of the guys throwing a handful of mnms into the pool and making my dad really mad.</p>
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		<title>By: Amy</title>
		<link>http://commadotcomma.net/blog/2007/05/11/353/comment-page-1/#comment-33139</link>
		<dc:creator>Amy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 May 2007 06:05:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I remember that shed.  I don&#039;t think I ever knew where it came from though.  That house mainly still reminds me of your birthday party when we had the &quot;make your own sundaes&quot; and the chicken bone plate....good times!  Oh, and the dress-up box...actually I guess I have a lot of good memories from that house.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember that shed.  I don&#8217;t think I ever knew where it came from though.  That house mainly still reminds me of your birthday party when we had the &#8220;make your own sundaes&#8221; and the chicken bone plate&#8230;.good times!  Oh, and the dress-up box&#8230;actually I guess I have a lot of good memories from that house.</p>
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		<title>By: kate</title>
		<link>http://commadotcomma.net/blog/2007/05/11/353/comment-page-1/#comment-32869</link>
		<dc:creator>kate</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2007 17:23:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>God bless your mom! What a wonderful thing for her to do.</description>
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		<title>By: Tara</title>
		<link>http://commadotcomma.net/blog/2007/05/11/353/comment-page-1/#comment-32501</link>
		<dc:creator>Tara</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2007 02:02:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dottie, what a great post!  [And what a great mom . . . not that it isn&#039;t obvious that you had one. :) ]  In my house growing up, my parents didn&#039;t really believe in closed doors--that is to say, you could close them, but they&#039;d walk right in.  So I used to read in the walk-in closet off my bedroom, lying on the floor where if my parents were going to come in, I&#039;d have some a moment to prepare between when they burst into my bedroom and then opened the closet door.  Why did I need so much privacy? I don&#039;t know--something about being 14 I guess.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dottie, what a great post!  [And what a great mom . . . not that it isn't obvious that you had one. <img src='http://commadotcomma.net/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  ]  In my house growing up, my parents didn&#8217;t really believe in closed doors&#8211;that is to say, you could close them, but they&#8217;d walk right in.  So I used to read in the walk-in closet off my bedroom, lying on the floor where if my parents were going to come in, I&#8217;d have some a moment to prepare between when they burst into my bedroom and then opened the closet door.  Why did I need so much privacy? I don&#8217;t know&#8211;something about being 14 I guess.</p>
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