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  <title>writin' down all these verbs and i don't know why</title>
  <subtitle>Ally «my eyes are on you yeah»</subtitle>
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    <name>Ally «my eyes are on you yeah»</name>
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  <updated>2008-11-22T07:39:16Z</updated>
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    <title>[RL] Conversations with Dad</title>
    <published>2008-11-22T07:39:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-22T07:39:16Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">[car ride home after picking up brother from college]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brother:&lt;/b&gt; [Bitches about boss who is a srs horse's ass.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dad:&lt;/b&gt; Is he gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bro &amp; Ally:&lt;/b&gt; .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dad:&lt;/b&gt; Well, The Gays are known to be like that. They want to dominate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bro &amp; Ally:&lt;/b&gt; ...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brother:&lt;/b&gt; So, the game against Vanderbilt last night was pretty intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOOT ME NOW. A whole week of my extended family and ridiculous conversations like this. AUGH. Later in the car ride he said something about "The Blacks" and chicken with waffles, but I wasn't really listening. I was IMing people from my phone by then to be distracted from whatever Dad was saying. I didn't feel like getting irate tonight.</content>
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