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	<title>Comments on: Scenes from a suburban adolescence</title>
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		<title>By: Ying</title>
		<link>http://yslee.com/2012/10/scenes-from-a-suburban-adolescence/comment-page-1/#comment-142718</link>
		<dc:creator>Ying</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2012 15:02:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is awesome, Joanna. I&#039;m enjoying picturing your mother&#039;s face!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is awesome, Joanna. I&#8217;m enjoying picturing your mother&#8217;s face!</p>
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		<title>By: Ying</title>
		<link>http://yslee.com/2012/10/scenes-from-a-suburban-adolescence/comment-page-1/#comment-142717</link>
		<dc:creator>Ying</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2012 15:02:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi Lulah! I&#039;m still writing book 4, I&#039;m afraid, so it&#039;ll be a long while yet. I&#039;m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I&#039;m working on it!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Lulah! I&#8217;m still writing book 4, I&#8217;m afraid, so it&#8217;ll be a long while yet. I&#8217;m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I&#8217;m working on it!</p>
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		<title>By: Lulah</title>
		<link>http://yslee.com/2012/10/scenes-from-a-suburban-adolescence/comment-page-1/#comment-142443</link>
		<dc:creator>Lulah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Oct 2012 22:00:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>haha :) sorry, completely irrelevant and im sure a total bore for you but.. any updates on the agency 4? very, VERY excited :) please dont keep us in suspense!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>haha <img src='http://yslee.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  sorry, completely irrelevant and im sure a total bore for you but.. any updates on the agency 4? very, VERY excited <img src='http://yslee.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  please dont keep us in suspense!</p>
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		<title>By: Joanna</title>
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		<dc:creator>Joanna</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Oct 2012 20:57:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My sister told me this story once about how she nearly brained our mother with a high-heeled boot. She&#039;d just gotten out of bed, and had heard footsteps in the hall, as well as a voice. For some reason, it didn&#039;t occur to her that our mother might not have left for work yet, and so she grabbed a boot that was lying near her bed (Every sixteen year old girl has a pair of boots like this at least ONCE in their lives. You know the pair-the ones with heels that should be filed with the National Guard as offensive weapons?) and crept out of the bedroom and into the hall. 
Our mother turned to see her daughter brandishing a highly dangerous item of footwear in her general direction. And my sister said,
&quot;Oh thank God, it&#039;s you!&quot;
I MUST find a way to incorporate this into my writing because it is just too farcical to miss.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My sister told me this story once about how she nearly brained our mother with a high-heeled boot. She&#8217;d just gotten out of bed, and had heard footsteps in the hall, as well as a voice. For some reason, it didn&#8217;t occur to her that our mother might not have left for work yet, and so she grabbed a boot that was lying near her bed (Every sixteen year old girl has a pair of boots like this at least ONCE in their lives. You know the pair-the ones with heels that should be filed with the National Guard as offensive weapons?) and crept out of the bedroom and into the hall.<br />
Our mother turned to see her daughter brandishing a highly dangerous item of footwear in her general direction. And my sister said,<br />
&#8220;Oh thank God, it&#8217;s you!&#8221;<br />
I MUST find a way to incorporate this into my writing because it is just too farcical to miss.</p>
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