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	<title>Comments on: 2010: Back To Work</title>
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		<title>By: Carrie-Lee</title>
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		<dc:creator>Carrie-Lee</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Feb 2010 00:52:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Every day when I&#039;m mentally and verbally tortured beyond the breaking point at my jail cell of a job all I can do is dream of is being with home my children and having the opportunity to create more well thought out online content.

&quot;It seems at times perversely unfair when you find a sincere and heartfelt connection with someone and can’t do something as seemingly straightforward as sit down and have a cup of coffee with them.&quot;

I&#039;m not sure words can describe how this sounds like pure poetry to me. 

There&#039;s about a half dozen people I&#039;ve now known for years on the internet that I truly want to sit and have a cup of coffee with where I have not already had the opportunity, you&#039;re one of them John.</description>
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<p>&#8220;It seems at times perversely unfair when you find a sincere and heartfelt connection with someone and can’t do something as seemingly straightforward as sit down and have a cup of coffee with them.&#8221;</p>
<p>I&#8217;m not sure words can describe how this sounds like pure poetry to me. </p>
<p>There&#8217;s about a half dozen people I&#8217;ve now known for years on the internet that I truly want to sit and have a cup of coffee with where I have not already had the opportunity, you&#8217;re one of them John.</p>
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