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		<title>Inspiration</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 04:06:43 +0000</pubDate>
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May 30, 2008
Every one of us experiences a time in life where we meet someone who becomes special to us. Either it is something that person said that changed one’s life forever or an influence that made the difference overtime.
To me it was my college teacher who held that special place. She always had a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Place I Have Lived</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2008 03:40:03 +0000</pubDate>
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I have lived in several different places, but there is one small town that holds a special place in my heart, which is in India. It was wonderful to watch the passing of the four seasons in the little city where I grew up.
I especially enjoyed the interesting people who I remember as being so [...]]]></description>
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		<title>First day in an American College</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2008 02:40:30 +0000</pubDate>
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September 22, 1998
My first day in an American college was fraught with difficulty. When my dad dropped me off, I felt so confused. Still, I had my schedule with me and I was ready to start with my first class.
As I made my way to the first class, I was surprised to find out that [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Meeting In-laws</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2008 00:01:46 +0000</pubDate>
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May 31, 2008
Meeting in-laws for the first time makes anyone nervous. Commonly, people are on their best behavior at this particular time. At the same time, it is an exciting time for both parties as they try to get to know each other on a more personal level.
When I spoke with my in-laws for the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Go See Her, Now!</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2008 23:55:32 +0000</pubDate>
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April 12, 2008
When I moved out of my aunt’s house to my own place, it felt great. My aunt and I had disagreements but deep down we loved each other like crazy. In the first few years, I would go see my aunt often. However, studying in college and the busyness of life hindered me [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Finally Married!</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2008 23:44:09 +0000</pubDate>
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May 31, 2008
Marriage brings two people together in a binding commitment that is meant to last forever. Not only are the two joined as one but they are also accountable to each other. For some people these changes are exciting and they begin to see everything positively. However, some these changes have a negative effect [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Belly Dancing</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2008 23:32:14 +0000</pubDate>
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June 1, 2008
It was the Memorial Day weekend when my husband and I went to Dallas. One of my good friends, Veena, lives in Dallas. So, we also visited with her and family.
At the time, Veena’s father, Mr. Rao, was living with them as well. He looked very thin, dark, yet tall, and he was [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Thanksgiving Day Break-In</title>
		<link>http://www.dollypages.com/pages/11</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Jun 2008 22:16:37 +0000</pubDate>
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November 22, 2007
My husband’s mother came down to visit us during the Thanksgiving holidays. We decided to go to Austin.
First, we visited the state capitol building which gave us a whole new experience as we observed the beautiful architectural structure, the old saved machines, the phone system, etc. We took a lot of pictures and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>My First Bus Ride (Alone)</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2008 16:59:00 +0000</pubDate>
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January 22, 1999 (Dolly&#8217;s original writing when sixteen)
When I was sixteen I rode in a bus to see my aunt. It was the first time I rode by myself. In this ride I wanted to have fun and enjoy myself. When I was sitting in the bus a girl about twenty years old came and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Favorite Hair Clip</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2008 16:51:00 +0000</pubDate>
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January 22, 1999
When I was sixteen, my mom bought me a hair clip. Whenever my mom would buy me something, I usually didn’t like her choice. When she bought me that hair clip I told her I didn’t like it, and I was not going to wear it. Finally, the next day when I was [...]]]></description>
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