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	<title>Comments on: Sometimes you just need your mother</title>
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	<description>Every heart, every heart to love will come, but like a refugee.</description>
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		<title>By: Lara</title>
		<link>http://authenticthreads.org/blog/2006/04/11/sometimes-you-just-need-your-mother/#comment-437</link>
		<dc:creator>Lara</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Apr 2006 13:24:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I remember having that very same feeling when I was in FL in college. I remember not wanting her to leave, and standing there at the door, me on the inside, her on the outside, and bursting out into tears. For me, it was more than needing someone - I needed my mommy. It's hard sometimes...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember having that very same feeling when I was in FL in college. I remember not wanting her to leave, and standing there at the door, me on the inside, her on the outside, and bursting out into tears. For me, it was more than needing someone - I needed my mommy. It&#8217;s hard sometimes&#8230;</p>
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