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		<title>By: Daze &#124; bethsix</title>
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		<dc:creator>Daze &#124; bethsix</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Aug 2010 16:17:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] to cry, though, I go back to this picture. Kieran, four years ago today (which, by the way, is my brother&#8217;s 24th birthday!), on his first day of kindergarten. Apparently eating marshmallows for [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Bethsix: Best of 2009 — bethsix</title>
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		<description>[...] &#8211; Dear Drew, &#8211; The letter that started the [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Carolee</title>
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		<dc:creator>Carolee</dc:creator>
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		<description>What a neat post! 

Happy Belated Birthday, Drew!</description>
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<p>Happy Belated Birthday, Drew!</p>
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		<title>By: Alicia</title>
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		<dc:creator>Alicia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 18:41:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I don&#039;t even remember that crayon incident. Ha! Around that same time is when Drew thought that song, &quot;Skills&quot; (&quot;work that booty all night long&quot;), was a song about Skittles.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I don&#8217;t even remember that crayon incident. Ha! Around that same time is when Drew thought that song, &#8220;Skills&#8221; (&#8220;work that booty all night long&#8221;), was a song about Skittles.</p>
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		<title>By: Shanna</title>
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		<dc:creator>Shanna</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 16:11:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Happy belated birthday, Drew (if you read this)! You probably don&#039;t remember me, but I remember when you were just a wee, blond four-year-old that your sister and I played with during the summers of our middle school years. You were such a cute thing and, like Alicia said, you always seemed like an old soul. And I remember that you left orange crayon in the backseat of your mom&#039;s Hyundai and it melted into the fabric. I hope you apologized for that at some point. ;)

Hope you enjoyed your birthday.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Happy belated birthday, Drew (if you read this)! You probably don&#8217;t remember me, but I remember when you were just a wee, blond four-year-old that your sister and I played with during the summers of our middle school years. You were such a cute thing and, like Alicia said, you always seemed like an old soul. And I remember that you left orange crayon in the backseat of your mom&#8217;s Hyundai and it melted into the fabric. I hope you apologized for that at some point. ;)</p>
<p>Hope you enjoyed your birthday.</p>
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