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		<title>Comment on Liberty Tree Tavern at the Magic Kingdom by Deb</title>
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		<dc:creator>Deb</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2009 03:56:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks, Ruth!  I do admit, I&#039;m having a tough time writing these gluten-free dining reviews while I continue along in my calorie-counting diet.  During that whole week, I didn&#039;t watch one single calorie and I ate like a pig.  Ahhh....those were the days.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks, Ruth!  I do admit, I&#8217;m having a tough time writing these gluten-free dining reviews while I continue along in my calorie-counting diet.  During that whole week, I didn&#8217;t watch one single calorie and I ate like a pig.  Ahhh&#8230;.those were the days.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Liberty Tree Tavern at the Magic Kingdom by Wildernesschic</title>
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		<dc:creator>Wildernesschic</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 22:16:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I cannot read this blog .. I am too hungry LOL it just all looks divine !</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I cannot read this blog .. I am too hungry LOL it just all looks divine !</p>
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		<title>Comment on Shared Laughter with Strangers by Nurse Nightingale</title>
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		<dc:creator>Nurse Nightingale</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Jan 2009 04:37:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You had me at &quot;crabby&quot;.  You hit the proverbial nail right on its proverbial head!!  I&#039;ve noticed that all around me.  Although, I must admit that I am usually the one saying, &quot;Oops, I&#039;m sorry!&quot;  But you lead me to remember something that happened while I was at the grocery store about 3 or 4 days ago.  I was meandering about with my 10yr old son, grabbing things at random (as mommies so often do) when I inadvertently stepped into the path of an older lady.  I quickly drew my foot back with apologies, allowing her sufficient space to pass by.  The woman continued to stand there looking at me with a frustrated look on her face as if she fully expected me to take a flying leap directly into her path again at her slightest movement.  I simply smiled and motioned for her to pass and let it slide off my shoulders like raindrops rolling off an umbrella.  She, in turn, huffed out her frustration and flew past me to avoid my imagined assault.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You had me at &#8220;crabby&#8221;.  You hit the proverbial nail right on its proverbial head!!  I&#8217;ve noticed that all around me.  Although, I must admit that I am usually the one saying, &#8220;Oops, I&#8217;m sorry!&#8221;  But you lead me to remember something that happened while I was at the grocery store about 3 or 4 days ago.  I was meandering about with my 10yr old son, grabbing things at random (as mommies so often do) when I inadvertently stepped into the path of an older lady.  I quickly drew my foot back with apologies, allowing her sufficient space to pass by.  The woman continued to stand there looking at me with a frustrated look on her face as if she fully expected me to take a flying leap directly into her path again at her slightest movement.  I simply smiled and motioned for her to pass and let it slide off my shoulders like raindrops rolling off an umbrella.  She, in turn, huffed out her frustration and flew past me to avoid my imagined assault.</p>
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