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	<title>Comments on: Friends lost long ago</title>
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	<description>One more roll of the dice...</description>
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		<title>By: Ron Beasley</title>
		<link>http://www.randomfate.net/MT/2007/03/29/friends-lost-long-ago/#comment-881510</link>
		<dc:creator>Ron Beasley</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2007 02:03:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have always been a bridge burner myself.  Few connections with those from highschool or college, new job - new friends.  But their is esprit de corp in the military, a bonding that is like no other.  I am still in contact with many of the friends I made while in the Army from 1968 to 1972.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have always been a bridge burner myself.  Few connections with those from highschool or college, new job - new friends.  But their is esprit de corp in the military, a bonding that is like no other.  I am still in contact with many of the friends I made while in the Army from 1968 to 1972.</p>
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		<title>By: drc</title>
		<link>http://www.randomfate.net/MT/2007/03/29/friends-lost-long-ago/#comment-881507</link>
		<dc:creator>drc</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2007 15:26:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I also experienced this as a child.  But I have found I had a larger impact than I thought.  People I haven't seen in 30 years are coming out of the woodwork, remembering me as a snot-faced 6 year old and still calling themselves friends.  And I didn't even hit the PowerBall! And when I talk to them, I feel myself becoming that little girl that loved to play once again.  Pretty cool.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I also experienced this as a child.  But I have found I had a larger impact than I thought.  People I haven&#8217;t seen in 30 years are coming out of the woodwork, remembering me as a snot-faced 6 year old and still calling themselves friends.  And I didn&#8217;t even hit the PowerBall! And when I talk to them, I feel myself becoming that little girl that loved to play once again.  Pretty cool.</p>
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		<title>By: Rosie</title>
		<link>http://www.randomfate.net/MT/2007/03/29/friends-lost-long-ago/#comment-881503</link>
		<dc:creator>Rosie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2007 02:35:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I know what this is like.  I've left behind so many good friends over the years. When you live in many places that seems to happen.  Sometimes I google them just to sort of see what they are doing.  But for some reason, even though I know how to contact them...I don't.  But sometimes they contact me.  

I came here from V-Man's.  I like your comment policy.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I know what this is like.  I&#8217;ve left behind so many good friends over the years. When you live in many places that seems to happen.  Sometimes I google them just to sort of see what they are doing.  But for some reason, even though I know how to contact them&#8230;I don&#8217;t.  But sometimes they contact me.  </p>
<p>I came here from V-Man&#8217;s.  I like your comment policy.</p>
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