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	<title>Supreme Story Program &#187; Becky Bissegger</title>
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		<title>John</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 23:48:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Becky Bissegger</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I must tell about John, my best friend and confidante, until he wanted to discuss marriage, or have a make-out session. I was in love with our combined entity, he was in love with me.  We were both downstairs at a friend&#8217;s house one night, when he decided to engage us in his desired make-out [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I must tell about John, my best friend and confidante, until he wanted to discuss marriage, or have a make-out session. I was in love with our combined entity, he was in love with me.  We were both downstairs at a friend&#8217;s house one night, when he decided to engage us in his desired make-out session.  In the dark, while we lay on the carpet, he on me, as much as on the carpet, I felt him stretch his arm forward under the loveseat.  He stopped kissing me and said, &#8220;This feels like dog poo under here!&#8221;  My opportunity to return to &#8220;friendship&#8221; had arrived.  I quickly jumped up to turn on the lights.  Lo and behold, it in fact WAS dog poo, shed there much earlier, rather petrified, actually, by my friend&#8217;s beloved pupster.  We laughed til we were sick, and needless to say, the make-out session had gone to the dogs, so to speak.  I guess I figured we would remain in the state of friendship forever, or until I succumbed to his marital wishes.  I wasn&#8217;t quick enough!  How dare he marry someone else!</p>
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