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	<title>Comments on: Master of what???</title>
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	<description>Cranial meanderings of an erotic romance writer</description>
	<pubDate>Wed, 07 Jan 2009 17:07:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: beth</title>
		<link>http://myblog.bethwilliamson.com/2006/09/22/master-of-what/comment-page-1/#comment-2062</link>
		<dc:creator>beth</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Sep 2006 16:57:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>~ Larissa - yep, me too.
~ Janet - yep, we're a sisterhood, aren't we? No worries on the typos.  :wink:</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>~ Larissa - yep, me too.<br />
~ Janet - yep, we&#8217;re a sisterhood, aren&#8217;t we? No worries on the typos.  <img src="http://myblog.bethwilliamson.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/smellie_wink.gif" class="wp-smiley" /></p>
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		<title>By: janet</title>
		<link>http://myblog.bethwilliamson.com/2006/09/22/master-of-what/comment-page-1/#comment-2061</link>
		<dc:creator>janet</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Sep 2006 15:34:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i made alot of mistakes there sorry my stomach was turning.woemn=women,is oue =on our.liek=like. sorry about that.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i made alot of mistakes there sorry my stomach was turning.woemn=women,is oue =on our.liek=like. sorry about that.</p>
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		<title>By: janet</title>
		<link>http://myblog.bethwilliamson.com/2006/09/22/master-of-what/comment-page-1/#comment-2060</link>
		<dc:creator>janet</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Sep 2006 15:31:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>:angry:what in the world. my goodness was it like that back fifty years ago? i am so glad i live in this century n not that year. yeah i do live with my bf n i know when he gets home he wants a nice meal cause he had a hard day. but still i ask him questions we women have the right to ask questions. liek why is he late? why did he not call to say he would be late? and who is he going out with thats he is going to be late or stay out all night. oh heck no that aint happening with me. lol. my mom raised me to ask question n question everything my man does or whos friends are. i got to keep on my toes at all time with my bf. i trust him but still we woemn have to stay is oue toes. my goodness i cant belive that article my stomach literaly turned  :sick:</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><img src="http://myblog.bethwilliamson.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/smellie_angry.gif" class="wp-smiley" />what in the world. my goodness was it like that back fifty years ago? i am so glad i live in this century n not that year. yeah i do live with my bf n i know when he gets home he wants a nice meal cause he had a hard day. but still i ask him questions we women have the right to ask questions. liek why is he late? why did he not call to say he would be late? and who is he going out with thats he is going to be late or stay out all night. oh heck no that aint happening with me. lol. my mom raised me to ask question n question everything my man does or whos friends are. i got to keep on my toes at all time with my bf. i trust him but still we woemn have to stay is oue toes. my goodness i cant belive that article my stomach literaly turned  <img src="http://myblog.bethwilliamson.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/smellie_sick.gif" class="wp-smiley" /></p>
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		<title>By: Larissa</title>
		<link>http://myblog.bethwilliamson.com/2006/09/22/master-of-what/comment-page-1/#comment-2059</link>
		<dc:creator>Larissa</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Sep 2006 13:16:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ugh.  I feel ill... :sick:</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ugh.  I feel ill&#8230; <img src="http://myblog.bethwilliamson.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/smellie_sick.gif" class="wp-smiley" /></p>
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