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	<title>Comments on: Standing At The Station</title>
	<link>http://revision99.com/2008/06/16/sitting-at-the-station/</link>
	<description>HARSHING YOUR MELLOW SINCE 2004.</description>
	<pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 11:23:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>by: Adorable Girlfriend</title>
		<link>http://revision99.com/2008/06/16/sitting-at-the-station/#comment-37505</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 14:13:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>RoD is broken!!  Can you fix it?!!</description>
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		<title>by: narya</title>
		<link>http://revision99.com/2008/06/16/sitting-at-the-station/#comment-37326</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 14:26:36 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>I, on the other hand, got ON those trains.  And then found myself in the Wrong Goddamned Place.  Again.  And broke.  And needing to find a way back to a town that I recognized.

I've had to learn to dispense with regrets.  If I believed in reincarnation, that would have to be the lesson of this lifetime.  Or one of the lessons, anyway.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I, on the other hand, got ON those trains.  And then found myself in the Wrong Goddamned Place.  Again.  And broke.  And needing to find a way back to a town that I recognized.</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve had to learn to dispense with regrets.  If I believed in reincarnation, that would have to be the lesson of this lifetime.  Or one of the lessons, anyway.
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		<title>by: Michael Bains</title>
		<link>http://revision99.com/2008/06/16/sitting-at-the-station/#comment-37224</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 15:08:56 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>I hate when that happens. 

And,  if it's already happened, why doesn't it stop happening already? 

Ahh well. I s'pose it's better than Nothing At All happening. Hmmm... For the most part, anyway.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I hate when that happens. </p>
<p>And,  if it&#8217;s already happened, why doesn&#8217;t it stop happening already? </p>
<p>Ahh well. I s&#8217;pose it&#8217;s better than Nothing At All happening. Hmmm&#8230; For the most part, anyway.
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		<title>by: Theresa</title>
		<link>http://revision99.com/2008/06/16/sitting-at-the-station/#comment-37178</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Jun 2008 22:50:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Who doesn't pause to wish and wonder about what might have been?  However, it seems wise not to linger too long in lost opportunities or we'll soon regret our wasted time.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Who doesn&#8217;t pause to wish and wonder about what might have been?  However, it seems wise not to linger too long in lost opportunities or we&#8217;ll soon regret our wasted time.
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		<title>by: Adorable Girlfriend</title>
		<link>http://revision99.com/2008/06/16/sitting-at-the-station/#comment-37176</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Jun 2008 22:29:03 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>I used to worry when I lived in England.  The last train out of Ealing to home was always far too early.  If I missed it -- I would have to take an expensive taxi.  It was always a worrisome event.  

Of course most of my friends lived near school.  How was that fair?!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I used to worry when I lived in England.  The last train out of Ealing to home was always far too early.  If I missed it &#8212; I would have to take an expensive taxi.  It was always a worrisome event.  </p>
<p>Of course most of my friends lived near school.  How was that fair?!!
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		<title>by: kStyle</title>
		<link>http://revision99.com/2008/06/16/sitting-at-the-station/#comment-37161</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Jun 2008 15:24:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Perhaps you internalized the Tom Waits lyrics too much: &lt;em&gt;It was a train that took me away from here, but a train can't bring me home.&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Perhaps you internalized the Tom Waits lyrics too much: <em>It was a train that took me away from here, but a train can&#8217;t bring me home.</em>
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