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	<title>Comments on: Letting Go</title>
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	<description>Did I tell you the one about the . . .</description>
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		<title>By: Norm</title>
		<link>http://www.mostlyanecdotal.org/2007/02/08/letting-go/#comment-3</link>
		<dc:creator>Norm</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Feb 2007 16:25:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;The idea came from a neighbor; she told me of how her father hadn't discarded anything at their office since it burned down ten years ago. She said the only way she could get rid of something was to wait until he left the office on Monday and then put it in the dumpster, since pickup was early Tuesday before he came in.  It was his practice to check the dumpster every day to confirm it contained nothing of value.  It's true, I think, that each of us is either the he or the she in the story. And sometimes we are both, when it comes to our stuff and their stuff.  Your wife is a true warrior in the battle against stuff. You're a lucky man.&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The idea came from a neighbor; she told me of how her father hadn&#8217;t discarded anything at their office since it burned down ten years ago. She said the only way she could get rid of something was to wait until he left the office on Monday and then put it in the dumpster, since pickup was early Tuesday before he came in.  It was his practice to check the dumpster every day to confirm it contained nothing of value.  It&#8217;s true, I think, that each of us is either the he or the she in the story. And sometimes we are both, when it comes to our stuff and their stuff.  Your wife is a true warrior in the battle against stuff. You&#8217;re a lucky man.</p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>By: Winston</title>
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		<dc:creator>Winston</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Feb 2007 14:10:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;OMG, you wrote about me! And the "she" -- that's my wife... I gotta run check my shop and toolshednow. Bye...&lt;/p&gt;
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>OMG, you wrote about me! And the &#8220;she&#8221; &#8212; that&#8217;s my wife&#8230; I gotta run check my shop and toolshednow. Bye&#8230;</p>]]></content:encoded>
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