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	<title>Comments on: My First Christmas</title>
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		<description>Denise, 

Thanks for the memory.  That&#039;s basically how it was everyday.  Best to you. -p</description>
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<p>Thanks for the memory.  That&#8217;s basically how it was everyday.  Best to you. -p</p>
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		<title>By: denise</title>
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		<description>P! i have a very funny memory from the teen center days, of dropping you off at your home in bratt. and being invited in...a split level ranch that looked like so many others in the area, with furniture and a regular kitchen and couches like every home, but your family was squatting, in a circle, on the floor, hanging out. laughing, talking incredibly fast in a language i could make no sense of. they were rolling cigarettes, drinking something (tea?). that sat in cups at their feet.  no one was on a couch or a chair. who needs yoga if you can do that all day eh? very vivid picture in my mind. 

congrats and glad you came here!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>P! i have a very funny memory from the teen center days, of dropping you off at your home in bratt. and being invited in&#8230;a split level ranch that looked like so many others in the area, with furniture and a regular kitchen and couches like every home, but your family was squatting, in a circle, on the floor, hanging out. laughing, talking incredibly fast in a language i could make no sense of. they were rolling cigarettes, drinking something (tea?). that sat in cups at their feet.  no one was on a couch or a chair. who needs yoga if you can do that all day eh? very vivid picture in my mind. </p>
<p>congrats and glad you came here!</p>
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