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	<title>Comments on: Who Killed Me?</title>
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	<description>Gene Bromberg is Pittsburgh&#039;s most decorated poker blogger — which, he admits, is like being the best shortstop in Greenland.</description>
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		<title>By: Gene</title>
		<link>http://genebromberg.com/2009/05/19/who-killed-me/comment-page-1/#comment-3791</link>
		<dc:creator>Gene</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 20 May 2009 14:08:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Fortunately is was the stitching on the OUTER seam that drunken woman was examining. I remember poor Sharon getting hounded everywhere she went. Strange night, that was.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Fortunately is was the stitching on the OUTER seam that drunken woman was examining. I remember poor Sharon getting hounded everywhere she went. Strange night, that was.</p>
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		<title>By: Darcy</title>
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		<dc:creator>Darcy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 20 May 2009 14:02:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wow, I didn&#039;t know you got hit on at that party, and I didn&#039;t ever know what the guy who hosted it did for a living. I was probably saved by the protective shell of my incredibly bitchy washed-up actress character from being leered at or approached in any way, but I do remember taking credit for the posh decor that one of the guests complimented in my presence (I think in the fake play world, it was supposed to be my house?). 22 years?! No. It can&#039;t be. Is it? Ugh. Get well soon, Geno. Chicken soup and miso and plenty of water (better for you than OJ).</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow, I didn&#8217;t know you got hit on at that party, and I didn&#8217;t ever know what the guy who hosted it did for a living. I was probably saved by the protective shell of my incredibly bitchy washed-up actress character from being leered at or approached in any way, but I do remember taking credit for the posh decor that one of the guests complimented in my presence (I think in the fake play world, it was supposed to be my house?). 22 years?! No. It can&#8217;t be. Is it? Ugh. Get well soon, Geno. Chicken soup and miso and plenty of water (better for you than OJ).</p>
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