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  <title>H O P K I R K</title>
  <subtitle>H O P K I R K</subtitle>
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    <name>H O P K I R K</name>
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  <updated>2008-10-27T04:27:28Z</updated>
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    <title>houseofleaves @ 2008-10-26T21:12:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-27T04:20:48Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I really wish I hadn't thrown away all my maternity clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby...</content>
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    <title>004</title>
    <published>2008-06-20T03:36:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-20T03:36:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today seems like a good day to declare my divorce to Tobias Gibbon. Estella, I'm sorry your brother is an inconsiderate twat. We can still pretend to be sisters, yeah? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pregnant. Surprise!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:houseofleaves:834</id>
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    <title>003</title>
    <published>2008-05-22T18:42:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-22T18:42:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm still alive.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:houseofleaves:638</id>
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    <title>002</title>
    <published>2008-04-15T05:02:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-15T05:04:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm not allowed to eat, or leave, or move. i miss my home, my daughter, my husband. i miss wishing i had a life worth bragging about or a hobby to occupy my time with. i miss home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after this, i'm going to get a job. maybe a hobby, start doing something with my life. i can't just sit at home anymore, apparently it causes me to get sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my daughter. i'd do anything to see caleigh. but it's not wise to put her life in danger. what is this? a virus? a virus of what? i've barely been gone two days and i'm begging to leave. get me out of here. tobias, you should be helping me, not those gits you call coworkers. &lt;s&gt;ugggghh&lt;/s&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:houseofleaves:367</id>
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    <title>001</title>
    <published>2008-03-14T16:44:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-14T16:44:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tobias is working late this week due to a healer having the flu. &lt;s&gt;One would think a healer would be able to kick having the flu. After all, he's a &lt;i&gt;healer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt; Caleigh and I went to see him last night at work for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is her day. We're taking her to Diagon Alley to pick out a pet, then probably ice cream and who knows what after that. We're letting her decide. She's a big girl now. Hope she doesn't pick out a toad or something. I hate toads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did it become so hard to talk about anything anymore? I think I need to get out more often.</content>
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