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	<title>Comments on: Social Media Experiment &#8211; Multi-person, Cooperative, Creative Writing</title>
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		<title>By: Maureen Sharib</title>
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		<dc:creator>Maureen Sharib</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 15:54:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Touche Loranne!</description>
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		<title>By: Lorann Snow</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lorann Snow</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 15:46:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>She gently lifted her skirt revealing legs so long, tanned and taut that Carl had to control the scotch that was now dribbling down his chin; he had come to the bar to meet a candidate but was now focusing on something more than 25%.

They couldn’t be serious. I had to deliver a message in person to someone whose real name and appearance i didn’t know, on the other side of the world. With so much on the line, i had to try, but where could i start?

It had been weeks – months in fact – since my mother and I had spoken. Would she expect me to drop everything for a trip home to see her again? Now? Right now? We’d discussed the plan so many times it made my head spin. I debated whether to return her call.

But then I returned my drooling gaze over to her and wondered if she was executive material – wouldn’t that upend the Board of Directors!

I get a visual when I hear a voice and listening to her over BlogTalkRadio over the last few months gave me the impression of a leggy dame with red hair. Standing before her mahogany door with the brass spider talisman, I inhaled a deep breath and raised my fist

and said &quot;you are the most beautiful woman that I have ever laid eyes on...how can you possibly be a man?!!&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>She gently lifted her skirt revealing legs so long, tanned and taut that Carl had to control the scotch that was now dribbling down his chin; he had come to the bar to meet a candidate but was now focusing on something more than 25%.</p>
<p>They couldn’t be serious. I had to deliver a message in person to someone whose real name and appearance i didn’t know, on the other side of the world. With so much on the line, i had to try, but where could i start?</p>
<p>It had been weeks – months in fact – since my mother and I had spoken. Would she expect me to drop everything for a trip home to see her again? Now? Right now? We’d discussed the plan so many times it made my head spin. I debated whether to return her call.</p>
<p>But then I returned my drooling gaze over to her and wondered if she was executive material – wouldn’t that upend the Board of Directors!</p>
<p>I get a visual when I hear a voice and listening to her over BlogTalkRadio over the last few months gave me the impression of a leggy dame with red hair. Standing before her mahogany door with the brass spider talisman, I inhaled a deep breath and raised my fist</p>
<p>and said &#8220;you are the most beautiful woman that I have ever laid eyes on&#8230;how can you possibly be a man?!!&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: Maureen Sharib</title>
		<link>http://carlchapmansr.com/social-media-experiment-multi-person-cooperative-creative-writing/comment-page-1#comment-33</link>
		<dc:creator>Maureen Sharib</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 14:07:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>**She gently lifted her skirt revealing legs so long, tanned and taut that Carl had to control the scotch that was now dribbling down his chin; he had come to the bar to meet a candidate but was now focusing on something more than 25%.

*They couldn’t be serious. I had to deliver a message in person to someone whose real name and appearance i didn’t know, on the other side of the world. With so much on the line, i had to try, but where could i start?

It had been weeks – months in fact – since my mother and I had spoken. Would she expect me to drop everything for a trip home to see her again? Now? Right now? We’d discussed the plan so many times it made my head spin. I debated whether to return her call.

**But then I returned my drooling gaze over to her and wondered if she was executive material – wouldn’t that upend the Board of Directors!

*I get a visual when I hear a voice and listening to her over BlogTalkRadio over the last few months gave me the impression of a leggy dame with red hair. Standing before her mahogany door with the brass spider talisman,  I inhaled a deep breath  and raised my fist…</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>**She gently lifted her skirt revealing legs so long, tanned and taut that Carl had to control the scotch that was now dribbling down his chin; he had come to the bar to meet a candidate but was now focusing on something more than 25%.</p>
<p>*They couldn’t be serious. I had to deliver a message in person to someone whose real name and appearance i didn’t know, on the other side of the world. With so much on the line, i had to try, but where could i start?</p>
<p>It had been weeks – months in fact – since my mother and I had spoken. Would she expect me to drop everything for a trip home to see her again? Now? Right now? We’d discussed the plan so many times it made my head spin. I debated whether to return her call.</p>
<p>**But then I returned my drooling gaze over to her and wondered if she was executive material – wouldn’t that upend the Board of Directors!</p>
<p>*I get a visual when I hear a voice and listening to her over BlogTalkRadio over the last few months gave me the impression of a leggy dame with red hair. Standing before her mahogany door with the brass spider talisman,  I inhaled a deep breath  and raised my fist…</p>
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		<title>By: Steve Levy</title>
		<link>http://carlchapmansr.com/social-media-experiment-multi-person-cooperative-creative-writing/comment-page-1#comment-31</link>
		<dc:creator>Steve Levy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 14:41:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>She gently lifted her skirt revealing legs so long, tanned and taut that Carl had to control the scotch that was now dribbling down his chin; he had come to the bar to meet a candidate but was now focusing on something more than 25%.

They couldn’t be serious. I had to deliver a message in person to someone whose real name and appearance i didn’t know, on the other side of the world. With so much on the line, i had to try, but where could i start?

It had been weeks – months in fact – since my mother and I had spoken. Would she expect me to drop everything for a trip home to see her again? Now? Right now? We’d discussed the plan so many times it made my head spin. I debated whether to return her call.

But then I returned my drooling gaze over to her and wondered if she was executive material - wouldn&#039;t that upend the Board of Directors!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>She gently lifted her skirt revealing legs so long, tanned and taut that Carl had to control the scotch that was now dribbling down his chin; he had come to the bar to meet a candidate but was now focusing on something more than 25%.</p>
<p>They couldn’t be serious. I had to deliver a message in person to someone whose real name and appearance i didn’t know, on the other side of the world. With so much on the line, i had to try, but where could i start?</p>
<p>It had been weeks – months in fact – since my mother and I had spoken. Would she expect me to drop everything for a trip home to see her again? Now? Right now? We’d discussed the plan so many times it made my head spin. I debated whether to return her call.</p>
<p>But then I returned my drooling gaze over to her and wondered if she was executive material &#8211; wouldn&#8217;t that upend the Board of Directors!</p>
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		<title>By: Jerry Albright</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jerry Albright</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 14:38:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>They couldn’t be serious. I had to deliver a message in person to someone whose real name and appearance i didn’t know, on the other side of the world. With so much on the line, i had to try, but where could i start?  

It had been weeks - months in fact - since my mother and I had spoken. Would she expect me to drop everything for a trip home to see her again? Now? Right now? We&#039;d discussed the plan so many times it made my head spin.  I debated whether to return her call.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>They couldn’t be serious. I had to deliver a message in person to someone whose real name and appearance i didn’t know, on the other side of the world. With so much on the line, i had to try, but where could i start?  </p>
<p>It had been weeks &#8211; months in fact &#8211; since my mother and I had spoken. Would she expect me to drop everything for a trip home to see her again? Now? Right now? We&#8217;d discussed the plan so many times it made my head spin.  I debated whether to return her call.</p>
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		<title>By: Steve Levy</title>
		<link>http://carlchapmansr.com/social-media-experiment-multi-person-cooperative-creative-writing/comment-page-1#comment-28</link>
		<dc:creator>Steve Levy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 14:20:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>She gently lifted her skirt revealing legs so long, tanned and taut that Carl had to control the scotch that was now dribbling down his chin; he had come to the bar to meet a candidate but was now focusing on something more than 25%.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>She gently lifted her skirt revealing legs so long, tanned and taut that Carl had to control the scotch that was now dribbling down his chin; he had come to the bar to meet a candidate but was now focusing on something more than 25%.</p>
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		<title>By: @BillBoorman</title>
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		<dc:creator>@BillBoorman</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 14:20:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>As your sleepless night was down to me, guess i should go first. This is a great concept, hope it turns in to an epic. As is fitting, my tale starts on twitter:

They couldn&#039;t be serious. I had to deliver a message in person to someone whose real name and appearance i didn’t know, on the other side of the world. With so much on the line, i had to try, but where could i start?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As your sleepless night was down to me, guess i should go first. This is a great concept, hope it turns in to an epic. As is fitting, my tale starts on twitter:</p>
<p>They couldn&#8217;t be serious. I had to deliver a message in person to someone whose real name and appearance i didn’t know, on the other side of the world. With so much on the line, i had to try, but where could i start?</p>
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