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		<title>By: Palmer</title>
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		<dc:creator>Palmer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2009 23:18:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m amazed at your restraint. I would have hopped on a plane, taken a cab to her apartment and when she answered the door I would have beaten her to a bloody, toothless pulp. I&#039;m serious.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I'm amazed at your restraint. I would have hopped on a plane, taken a cab to her apartment and when she answered the door I would have beaten her to a bloody, toothless pulp. I'm serious.</p>
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		<title>By: Guilty Secret</title>
		<link>http://aroomofmamasown.com/2008/03/the-pebble-in-the-pond/comment-page-1/#comment-2191</link>
		<dc:creator>Guilty Secret</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Mar 2008 17:40:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Excellent writing as always. SO poignant. I especially loved this line: &lt;i&gt;I&#039;d meet her big, false-feeling grins with smiles that didn&#039;t quite reach my eyes.&lt;/i&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Excellent writing as always. SO poignant. I especially loved this line: <i>I'd meet her big, false-feeling grins with smiles that didn't quite reach my eyes.</i></p>
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		<title>By: thejunkyswife</title>
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		<dc:creator>thejunkyswife</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Mar 2008 17:37:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&quot;I wondered how I might talk to Mark about it. After all, didn&#039;t I have my own weird friendship laced with sexual tension? Did I even have a right to be upset? Was he really doing anything wrong? And hadn&#039;t I read his e-mail? Ought I to have done that, even if what came out of it showed that I had a right to be concerned?&quot;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I have so been there...those damn questions racing and racing and racing...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>"I wondered how I might talk to Mark about it. After all, didn't I have my own weird friendship laced with sexual tension? Did I even have a right to be upset? Was he really doing anything wrong? And hadn't I read his e-mail? Ought I to have done that, even if what came out of it showed that I had a right to be concerned?"</p>
<p>I have so been there...those damn questions racing and racing and racing...</p>
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		<title>By: Velvet Verbosity</title>
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		<dc:creator>Velvet Verbosity</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Mar 2008 04:37:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I know all about those pebbles in the pond. Now I wonder if I will ever be able to ignore those first gentle ripples, knowing of what futures they whisper.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When I saw those first ripples, I was &quot;reassured&quot; they were &quot;nothings&quot;.  Harmless nothings.  I&#039;m not yet as compassionate as you, my dear.  I still see dark things swimming in those waters that I want no part of. I hate, every day, that my trust was shattered for &quot;addiction&quot;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On another note, please take a trip over to my humble place and tell me what you think of my new project.  I would be quite interested in recruiting you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I know all about those pebbles in the pond. Now I wonder if I will ever be able to ignore those first gentle ripples, knowing of what futures they whisper.</p>
<p>When I saw those first ripples, I was "reassured" they were "nothings".  Harmless nothings.  I'm not yet as compassionate as you, my dear.  I still see dark things swimming in those waters that I want no part of. I hate, every day, that my trust was shattered for "addiction".</p>
<p>On another note, please take a trip over to my humble place and tell me what you think of my new project.  I would be quite interested in recruiting you.</p>
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		<title>By: pat</title>
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		<dc:creator>pat</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 22:33:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You kept me on my toes reading the beginning of the long journey you have been on.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You kept me on my toes reading the beginning of the long journey you have been on.</p>
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		<title>By: Shawn</title>
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		<dc:creator>Shawn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 22:12:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m here ... I&#039;m reading ... just enjoying the storytelling, as usual.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I'm here ... I'm reading ... just enjoying the storytelling, as usual.</p>
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		<title>By: Sunshine Morningstar</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sunshine Morningstar</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 19:27:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I wonder if my mom could tell a similar story about my dad.  When did she see that first little ripple that could have served as a warning of their future life together?  What was her first warning that his drinking would spiral out of control and destroy their relationship?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This is a great entry Mary.  Though I have to admit, my very first thought upon reading it was, &quot;They had internet 15 years ago?!&quot;  Haha, I have to realize that 15 years ago really isn&#039;t that long ago AND we had a computer too!  Of course it wasn&#039;t named Abby or anything as cool.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I wonder if my mom could tell a similar story about my dad.  When did she see that first little ripple that could have served as a warning of their future life together?  What was her first warning that his drinking would spiral out of control and destroy their relationship?</p>
<p>This is a great entry Mary.  Though I have to admit, my very first thought upon reading it was, "They had internet 15 years ago?!"  Haha, I have to realize that 15 years ago really isn't that long ago AND we had a computer too!  Of course it wasn't named Abby or anything as cool.</p>
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