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	<title>Comments on: The Great Migration: South Asia</title>
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	<description>natural, irrational, and very important</description>
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		<title>By: belownewyork</title>
		<link>http://neelofer.wordpress.com/2007/04/24/the-great-migration-south-asia/comment-page-1/#comment-8</link>
		<dc:creator>belownewyork</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 13 May 2007 06:59:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is fantastic.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is fantastic.</p>
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		<title>By: Chris</title>
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		<dc:creator>Chris</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Apr 2007 01:03:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The other day, I was outside an Italian bakery with my girlfriend and some family when one of the last living members of the infantry unit, Big Red One, introduced himself to us. My brother started talking to him about the military, immediately monopolizing his attention. When I extended my hand and asked him what his name was, he literally pulled his hand away, turned his back to me, and continued talking to my brother.

In other words, &quot;Amen.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The other day, I was outside an Italian bakery with my girlfriend and some family when one of the last living members of the infantry unit, Big Red One, introduced himself to us. My brother started talking to him about the military, immediately monopolizing his attention. When I extended my hand and asked him what his name was, he literally pulled his hand away, turned his back to me, and continued talking to my brother.</p>
<p>In other words, &#8220;Amen.&#8221;</p>
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