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	<title>Comments on: How Well Do You Know Your Best Friend?</title>
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		<title>By: Kathryn Shanley</title>
		<link>http://mysaggybutt.com/2009/09/how-well-do-you-know-your-best-friend/comment-page-1/#comment-70</link>
		<dc:creator>Kathryn Shanley</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 14:47:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Cleo, I&#039;m so sorry that someone you trusted your life with hurt you so badly.  I know someday you&#039;ll find the love you deserve and feel joy again.
Kathryn</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Cleo, I&#8217;m so sorry that someone you trusted your life with hurt you so badly.  I know someday you&#8217;ll find the love you deserve and feel joy again.<br />
Kathryn</p>
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		<title>By: Cleo</title>
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		<dc:creator>Cleo</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 14:14:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;ll always remember how long a walk down the hall it was. So quiet...but my heart. I can still hear the thumping and feel that panic pain of its beating in my chest. Even years later. The pain has dulled or is it that it just has become a part of me, I don&#039;t know.
Her shoes were at the front door when I dropped by through my way from a client back to my office. I saw her van, we had just had lunch. She never said we were watching her boys today.
I must have known as soon as I came in, but fear and panic grabbed on. It took so long to turn the bedroom door handle. But I did. And they were there. Heads bowed in shame, or just pissed they got caught probably.
&quot;Oh my God&quot; I said. And I said it over and over that day thousands of times. 
He was my highschool sweetheart, the only man Id known. The father of my 4 babies. I worked so he could be with them. He was my best friend</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ll always remember how long a walk down the hall it was. So quiet&#8230;but my heart. I can still hear the thumping and feel that panic pain of its beating in my chest. Even years later. The pain has dulled or is it that it just has become a part of me, I don&#8217;t know.<br />
Her shoes were at the front door when I dropped by through my way from a client back to my office. I saw her van, we had just had lunch. She never said we were watching her boys today.<br />
I must have known as soon as I came in, but fear and panic grabbed on. It took so long to turn the bedroom door handle. But I did. And they were there. Heads bowed in shame, or just pissed they got caught probably.<br />
&#8220;Oh my God&#8221; I said. And I said it over and over that day thousands of times.<br />
He was my highschool sweetheart, the only man Id known. The father of my 4 babies. I worked so he could be with them. He was my best friend</p>
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		<title>By: Kathryn Shanley</title>
		<link>http://mysaggybutt.com/2009/09/how-well-do-you-know-your-best-friend/comment-page-1/#comment-29</link>
		<dc:creator>Kathryn Shanley</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 02:30:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hey Lori, I hope your husband didn&#039;t have to go in the middle of the night!!! I know that at some bed and breakfasts you have to share a bathroom with other people...get to know the neighbours real quick wouldn&#039;t you?... :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey Lori, I hope your husband didn&#8217;t have to go in the middle of the night!!! I know that at some bed and breakfasts you have to share a bathroom with other people&#8230;get to know the neighbours real quick wouldn&#8217;t you?&#8230; <img src='http://mysaggybutt.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Lori Attridge</title>
		<link>http://mysaggybutt.com/2009/09/how-well-do-you-know-your-best-friend/comment-page-1/#comment-28</link>
		<dc:creator>Lori Attridge</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2009 20:56:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I can so relate!  My husband and I went to a charming B&amp;B last winter.  We walked into an inviting room with a lovely Victorian bed, a table set for breakfast the next morning and a cozy fireplace.  I continued scanning the room and saw chocolates by the bedside and a jacuzzi bathtub and then the vision came to a screeching hault - a toliet hiding behind part of a wall. We managed to work it out - each of us taking turns going for a walk outside while the other used the bathroom even though it was the dead of winter!  The last time I checked I thought the definition of a bathroom meant a room with 4 walls!!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I can so relate!  My husband and I went to a charming B&amp;B last winter.  We walked into an inviting room with a lovely Victorian bed, a table set for breakfast the next morning and a cozy fireplace.  I continued scanning the room and saw chocolates by the bedside and a jacuzzi bathtub and then the vision came to a screeching hault &#8211; a toliet hiding behind part of a wall. We managed to work it out &#8211; each of us taking turns going for a walk outside while the other used the bathroom even though it was the dead of winter!  The last time I checked I thought the definition of a bathroom meant a room with 4 walls!!!</p>
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