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  <title>That girl.</title>
  <subtitle>That girl.</subtitle>
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    <name>That girl.</name>
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  <updated>2008-01-11T04:10:44Z</updated>
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    <title>and probably more of a cdj.</title>
    <published>2008-01-04T19:37:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-04T19:37:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="courier new"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='neville' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/neville/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='https://www.scribbld.com/users/neville/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;neville&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all your icon needs.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:inguna:271</id>
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    <title>inguna @ 2008-01-03T15:31:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-03T22:32:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-11T04:10:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/6254/ing1gw9.png" align="left"&gt;"Can't you see that? Can't you see how unclearly, how sloppily, you're looking at things? My God, there's absolutely nothing tenth-rate about you, &amp; yet you're up to your neck at this minute in tenth-rate thinking. Not only is the way you're going at your prayer tenth-rate religon, but, whether you know it or not, you're having a tenth-rate nervous breakdown. I've seen a couple of real breakdowns, &amp; the people who had them didn't bother to pick &amp; choose the place they - "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just stop it, Zooey! Just stop it!" Franny said, sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will in a minute, in just a minute. Why are you breaking down, incidentally? I mean, if you're able to go into a collapse with all your might, why can't you use the same energy to stay well &amp; busy? All right, so I'm being unreasonable. I'm being very unreasonable now. But - my God, how you try what little patience I was born with! You take a look around your college campus, &amp; the world, and politics, &amp; one season of summer stock, &amp; you listen to the conversation of a bunch of nitwit college students &amp; you decide that everything is ego, ego, ego, &amp; the only intelligent thing for a girl to do is lie around &amp; shave her head &amp; say the Jesus Prayer &amp; beg God for a little mystical experience that'll make her nice &amp; happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franny shrieked, "Will you shut up, please!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;FRIENDS ONLY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</content>
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