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	<title>Comments on: Lunch</title>
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		<title>By: Parallax</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Aug 2007 19:59:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Lol, that is great!</description>
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		<title>By: d i n a n e . n e t &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Awesome!</title>
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		<dc:creator>d i n a n e . n e t &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Awesome!</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Aug 2007 19:51:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] My coworker and I were on our way to lunch today, and I hear someone calling my name. I expect it to be another of my coworkers, as we were not yet far from our building, but no. It was Ty (who beat me to the almost obligatory blog post)! Babbling ensued, and he came along to lunch at the Pru, where my coworker and Ty followed me like lemmings to Gourmet India. And there we ate lunch. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] My coworker and I were on our way to lunch today, and I hear someone calling my name. I expect it to be another of my coworkers, as we were not yet far from our building, but no. It was Ty (who beat me to the almost obligatory blog post)! Babbling ensued, and he came along to lunch at the Pru, where my coworker and Ty followed me like lemmings to Gourmet India. And there we ate lunch. [...]</p>
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