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	<title>Comments on: Can&#8217;t drink</title>
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		<title>By: Tess</title>
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		<dc:creator>Tess</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Feb 2010 16:44:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>God I love this shit, my heart is broken, he left me the day after Christmas, and he treated me like shit on Christmas day, thanks for waiting it was a big help asshole. It was especially rewarding to know that he had informed our daughter a week previous so she could hold his secret until he could find the time to tell me. Too bad he did not wake me up in the middle of the night while he laid next to me to let me know, mister, I could not find the right time.  It has been a while now, still think about him morning, noon and night. But at least I am not a sobbing moron anymore. It feels good to write and get it out.  I do miss him, we were affectionate and loving right to the end and I did not see it coming. Sigh...I need to pay better attention.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>God I love this shit, my heart is broken, he left me the day after Christmas, and he treated me like shit on Christmas day, thanks for waiting it was a big help asshole. It was especially rewarding to know that he had informed our daughter a week previous so she could hold his secret until he could find the time to tell me. Too bad he did not wake me up in the middle of the night while he laid next to me to let me know, mister, I could not find the right time.  It has been a while now, still think about him morning, noon and night. But at least I am not a sobbing moron anymore. It feels good to write and get it out.  I do miss him, we were affectionate and loving right to the end and I did not see it coming. Sigh&#8230;I need to pay better attention.</p>
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