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  <pubDate>Mon, 06 Dec 2004 07:00:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>So...</title>
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  <description>3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like a teenager. I sound like an idiot. Now that I know, I&apos;m even more nervous then I was before I knew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I&apos;m not making sense either.</description>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The tendency to wax poetic seems to grab me at the most inopportune times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven&apos;t lost a night of sleep (without &lt;b&gt;very&lt;/b&gt; good reason) in at least 4 years, so why now?  Why so suddenly? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I&apos;d learned some time ago to deviate deja vu from reality. To fully recognize when something&apos;s real or purely a figment of my imagination. Now I&apos;m not so sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not sure at all, and that uneasy churning in my stomach is telling me that something&apos;s going to happen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too soon for my liking, but it seems the stars are allied against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pair of the most intense brown eyes; filled with wildfire and cinnamon seek to drown me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the moon itself is out to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you? Why are you waltzing so easily into my dreams which I&apos;ve kept shrouded carefully by the mundane; the normal, the predictable, the usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to know who you are. I&apos;ve got to know.  When will I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...you are &lt;b&gt;real&lt;/b&gt;, aren&apos;t you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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