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	<title>Comments on: How Realistic</title>
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	<description>SEXY, SASSY, SMART ROMANTIC FICTION</description>
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		<title>By: Candy</title>
		<link>http://helenkaydimon.com/blog/2005/04/how-realistic/#comment-231</link>
		<dc:creator>Candy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>An excellent illustration of how fiction needs structure while real life is just a big old goobery mess of randomness. But wouldn't it be interesting to come up with a story for why this guy did what he did? I mean, a bike? A post office? A sub-machine gun? WTF? Where did he come up with the idea? Why did he turn to robbing? Is this his first job, therefore explaining the massive cock-up? Was it just a dare or a prank?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>An excellent illustration of how fiction needs structure while real life is just a big old goobery mess of randomness. But wouldn&#8217;t it be interesting to come up with a story for why this guy did what he did? I mean, a bike? A post office? A sub-machine gun? WTF? Where did he come up with the idea? Why did he turn to robbing? Is this his first job, therefore explaining the massive cock-up? Was it just a dare or a prank?</p>
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		<title>By: HelenKay</title>
		<link>http://helenkaydimon.com/blog/2005/04/how-realistic/#comment-232</link>
		<dc:creator>HelenKay</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>No prank.  The guy went to the next town over, waited until that post office actually opened - again, I say post office not bank or any other place with money - and then tried to rob that one as well.  

My greatest fear is that this person is a neighbor.  Actually, I initially wondered if it was hubby trying to retrieve a damning piece of mail but have since ruled that out since he has no idea where we keep the stamps.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>No prank.  The guy went to the next town over, waited until that post office actually opened - again, I say post office not bank or any other place with money - and then tried to rob that one as well.  </p>
<p>My greatest fear is that this person is a neighbor.  Actually, I initially wondered if it was hubby trying to retrieve a damning piece of mail but have since ruled that out since he has no idea where we keep the stamps.</p>
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		<title>By: Candy</title>
		<link>http://helenkaydimon.com/blog/2005/04/how-realistic/#comment-233</link>
		<dc:creator>Candy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What's WITH this guy and post offices? Sheesh.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What&#8217;s WITH this guy and post offices? Sheesh.</p>
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		<title>By: Wendy Duren</title>
		<link>http://helenkaydimon.com/blog/2005/04/how-realistic/#comment-234</link>
		<dc:creator>Wendy Duren</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>At this point HelenKay, I'm less worried about what you're throwing in your fiction and more concerned about what kind of neighborhood you live in.

Not knowing where the stamps are must be a Y chromosome thing.  Our stamps have been in the same location for ten years, but I never fail to hear a, "yeah, do you know where the stamps are?" at letter mailing time.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>At this point HelenKay, I&#8217;m less worried about what you&#8217;re throwing in your fiction and more concerned about what kind of neighborhood you live in.</p>
<p>Not knowing where the stamps are must be a Y chromosome thing.  Our stamps have been in the same location for ten years, but I never fail to hear a, &#8220;yeah, do you know where the stamps are?&#8221; at letter mailing time.</p>
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		<title>By: HelenKay</title>
		<link>http://helenkaydimon.com/blog/2005/04/how-realistic/#comment-235</link>
		<dc:creator>HelenKay</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yeah, next time the bozos who run my County try to raise my real estate taxes, I plan to bring up this little bit of criminal activity. 

And, I've found the "Y" chromosome can hinder the ability to find stamps, keys, clothing, the living room....and a host of other items.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yeah, next time the bozos who run my County try to raise my real estate taxes, I plan to bring up this little bit of criminal activity. </p>
<p>And, I&#8217;ve found the &#8220;Y&#8221; chromosome can hinder the ability to find stamps, keys, clothing, the living room&#8230;.and a host of other items.</p>
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