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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:pamela07.blog.co.uk,2009-11-10:/</id><title>of life</title><link rel="self" href="http://pamela07.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/comments/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pamela07.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-10T21:12:45+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:pamela07.blog.co.uk,2009-07-21:/2007/05/14/life_or_something_like_that~2266713/#c10472246</id><title>In response to:life or something like that</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pamela07.blog.co.uk/2007/05/14/life_or_something_like_that~2266713/#c10472246"/><author><name>sashelie</name></author><published>2009-07-21T03:31:06+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T03:31:06+02:00</updated><content type="html">"i am on my way to mending broken bridges that i have no idea who destroyed them."-same question...i didnt see the family of my dad..my mum didnt allow us to see them, and i understand her,she is the one who takes care of us and support us...and yeah, for me that is unfair...&lt;br&gt;
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