<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861465309609418332.post1429412941939767518..comments</id><updated>2009-03-10T17:06:24.539-04:00</updated><category term='I like...'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='classics'/><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='testaments'/><category term='book trailers'/><category term='book recommendations'/><category term='movies'/><category term='historical fiction'/><category term='books'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='films'/><category term='Circus'/><category term='tnwsy'/><category term='events'/><category term='live blogging'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='Fives'/><category term='book covers'/><category term='theatre'/><category term='library'/><category term='essays'/><category term='year in review'/><category term='free books'/><category term='mystery'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='family'/><category term='weekly roundup'/><category term='autobiography'/><category term='tv'/><category term='science fiction'/><category term='shot stories'/><category term='Unplugged'/><category term='young adult'/><category term='work'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='Samir'/><category term='friends'/><category term='humor'/><category term='book reviews'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='book discussion'/><category term='me'/><category term='kid lit'/><category term='video games'/><category term='photography'/><category term='callaway'/><category term='culture'/><category term='music'/><category term='techology'/><category term='nonfiction'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='nanowrimo'/><category term='traveling'/><category term='movie'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='food'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='roommates'/><category term='guest blogs'/><category term='play'/><category term='chick lit'/><category term='Jetta'/><category term='interviews'/><category term='Walden'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='writing'/><title type='text'>Comments on Half-Deserted Streets: Driving Close</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.halfdesertedstreets.com/feeds/1429412941939767518/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/1429412941939767518/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.halfdesertedstreets.com/2009/02/driving-close.html'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349631448644661717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tJBk1zaR5Eo/TkfGeAB5qBI/AAAAAAAAA4c/hwxqJ6gXYB8/s220/DSC_0725.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861465309609418332.post-3636773724305050232</id><published>2009-03-10T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:06:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I had that exact train of thought because my situa...</title><content type='html'>I had that exact train of thought because my situation was exactly as yours in high school. Piling in now is so funny because it does feel like you are breaking the rules, when no one is looking over your shoulder to ensure you don't.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/1429412941939767518/comments/default/3636773724305050232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/1429412941939767518/comments/default/3636773724305050232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.halfdesertedstreets.com/2009/02/driving-close.html?showComment=1236719160000#c3636773724305050232' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15661962222460290863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HwkrSklh7k0/SJT75SyXRaI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZK30P9b72uM/S220/Picture+13.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.halfdesertedstreets.com/2009/02/driving-close.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861465309609418332.post-1429412941939767518' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/posts/default/1429412941939767518' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-795160336'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861465309609418332.post-4822087049530393188</id><published>2009-03-10T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:01:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This story would have been far more entertaining i...</title><content type='html'>This story would have been far more entertaining if it ended with your coworkers giving you weird looks as you stuffed yourself in the trunk. :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;P.S. I've been in the trunk before too... and only afterwards did I realize how freaking dangerous that was! What was I thinking! What if we were rear-ended? (See, now I'm a big old fun-sucker.)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/1429412941939767518/comments/default/4822087049530393188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/1429412941939767518/comments/default/4822087049530393188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.halfdesertedstreets.com/2009/02/driving-close.html?showComment=1236718860000#c4822087049530393188' title=''/><author><name>Mermanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14752729189708919104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.halfdesertedstreets.com/2009/02/driving-close.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861465309609418332.post-1429412941939767518' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/posts/default/1429412941939767518' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-415415669'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861465309609418332.post-4901198815711137641</id><published>2009-03-01T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:07:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this post brought a smile to my face cause as a fr...</title><content type='html'>this post brought a smile to my face cause as a freshman in college i was the only one of my friends with a car the second semester and man did i cram a ton of people in my little nissan sentra. trunk and all.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/1429412941939767518/comments/default/4901198815711137641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/1429412941939767518/comments/default/4901198815711137641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.halfdesertedstreets.com/2009/02/driving-close.html?showComment=1235963220000#c4901198815711137641' title=''/><author><name>alexa - cleveland's a plum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17455541282046721762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10605457809039441437'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WuZrt_5k7-o/SWFK0-OUybI/AAAAAAAABIY/KiJaD3pOWqc/S220/plum.JPG'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.halfdesertedstreets.com/2009/02/driving-close.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861465309609418332.post-1429412941939767518' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/posts/default/1429412941939767518' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1582238546'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861465309609418332.post-6684163989613147417</id><published>2009-03-01T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:58:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha!! What an awesome way to go shopping! I agr...</title><content type='html'>Hahaha!! What an awesome way to go shopping! I agree, it's not nearly as exciting as it used to be, even with company. Something about making grocery runs to Wall Mart at 2 in the morning also made it more of an experience.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Can you imagine the awkwardness that might have ensued had your friend been pulled over during such a trip??&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;[Noise from trunk]&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Officer: "What's that?"&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Erin: "What's what?"&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Officer: "...You got something in your trunk?"&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Erin: "...Why, no. Of course not."&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Officer: "Why don't we have a look?"&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Erin: "Ehh..."</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/1429412941939767518/comments/default/6684163989613147417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/1429412941939767518/comments/default/6684163989613147417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.halfdesertedstreets.com/2009/02/driving-close.html?showComment=1235933880000#c6684163989613147417' title=''/><author><name>Kyle M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315698079336233556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AZ0ArNI7tTM/SIyrKmOAtmI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ADqoAWzSz_I/S220/ME(1).jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.halfdesertedstreets.com/2009/02/driving-close.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861465309609418332.post-1429412941939767518' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/posts/default/1429412941939767518' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1370143547'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861465309609418332.post-2434720970463600669</id><published>2009-02-28T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:39:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you find out how to stop growing up please let ...</title><content type='html'>If you find out how to stop growing up please let me know!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/1429412941939767518/comments/default/2434720970463600669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/1429412941939767518/comments/default/2434720970463600669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.halfdesertedstreets.com/2009/02/driving-close.html?showComment=1235846340000#c2434720970463600669' title=''/><author><name>bevchen</name><uri>http://confuzzledom.wordpress.com</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.halfdesertedstreets.com/2009/02/driving-close.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861465309609418332.post-1429412941939767518' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/posts/default/1429412941939767518' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1308170254'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861465309609418332.post-5312248568774572051</id><published>2009-02-27T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T15:45:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss those days. Sometimes my friends and I over...</title><content type='html'>I miss those days. Sometimes my friends and I over take a local store and become completely goofy and take fun pictures. It reminds that sometimes you just have to have to escape adulthood.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/1429412941939767518/comments/default/5312248568774572051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/1429412941939767518/comments/default/5312248568774572051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.halfdesertedstreets.com/2009/02/driving-close.html?showComment=1235767500000#c5312248568774572051' title=''/><author><name>Mandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07840515813374990142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZDCoueNKQkU/SRZgYTS1PZI/AAAAAAAAA68/I_NaVQEnkk8/S220/Mandy+1.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.halfdesertedstreets.com/2009/02/driving-close.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861465309609418332.post-1429412941939767518' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/posts/default/1429412941939767518' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1285344346'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861465309609418332.post-5492419232084193360</id><published>2009-02-27T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:04:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You were a junior and got to hang out with seniors...</title><content type='html'>You were a junior and got to hang out with seniors?!!?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Dammit, you were cool. I was not.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/1429412941939767518/comments/default/5492419232084193360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/1429412941939767518/comments/default/5492419232084193360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.halfdesertedstreets.com/2009/02/driving-close.html?showComment=1235761440000#c5492419232084193360' title=''/><author><name>rs27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10921631514980980229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='https://www.snorgtees.com/images/IndianStyle_Thumbnail.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.halfdesertedstreets.com/2009/02/driving-close.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861465309609418332.post-1429412941939767518' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/posts/default/1429412941939767518' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1610253887'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861465309609418332.post-2110356328402189933</id><published>2009-02-27T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:52:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, I don't know if I could handle riding in a tr...</title><content type='html'>Wow, I don't know if I could handle riding in a trunk like that. I was usually the chauffeur, so when we have to cram people in, we'd usually double people up (2 small people in the front) or have someone lay across everyone else. Also, we'd try to cram 4 in the backseat too.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;My favorite, non-traditional spot in a car is in the bed of a pickup truck. I remember, during one of the shows I did in high school, one of my friends had a pickup truck and I'd get a ride home from him a lot. He said he'd give me a ride but I'd have to lie down in the bed but I jumped at the chance. I could look up at the stars- it was really fun! Definitely not the same as riding in a trunk though, haha</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/1429412941939767518/comments/default/2110356328402189933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/1429412941939767518/comments/default/2110356328402189933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.halfdesertedstreets.com/2009/02/driving-close.html?showComment=1235749920000#c2110356328402189933' title=''/><author><name>Tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11396520085763199973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03652734444608288042'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gs8e2Xl9L-0/SVH1tKV0_pI/AAAAAAAAAFw/JsGzn1DtkKA/S220/Profile.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.halfdesertedstreets.com/2009/02/driving-close.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861465309609418332.post-1429412941939767518' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/posts/default/1429412941939767518' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-314334176'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861465309609418332.post-1816766089194023923</id><published>2009-02-27T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T10:24:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi,  Nice post!  I'm 60 YO and have never gotten a...</title><content type='html'>Hi,  Nice post!  I'm 60 YO and have never gotten above 18, really.  How?  Laugh a lot, figured out how to work half-time all my working life, stayed thin enough to wear cool clothes, found ways to get out of myself and connect with different people, best of all- follow what you love, love, love. -- and laugh a lot :+)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/1429412941939767518/comments/default/1816766089194023923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/1429412941939767518/comments/default/1816766089194023923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.halfdesertedstreets.com/2009/02/driving-close.html?showComment=1235748240000#c1816766089194023923' title=''/><author><name>Hebe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322432696259755593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nlcApzZRn8o/SYnUro4sJMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/64CuGt2QNz4/S220/12-25-06-095.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.halfdesertedstreets.com/2009/02/driving-close.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861465309609418332.post-1429412941939767518' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/posts/default/1429412941939767518' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1278576934'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861465309609418332.post-7981232076449737098</id><published>2009-02-27T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:44:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben - You're the best! Thank you for pointing that...</title><content type='html'>Ben - You're the best! Thank you for pointing that out - I just clarified it (and thanks for the compliment!!) Only seniors were able to eat off campus and I was only a lowly junior. Sigh!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/1429412941939767518/comments/default/7981232076449737098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/1429412941939767518/comments/default/7981232076449737098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.halfdesertedstreets.com/2009/02/driving-close.html?showComment=1235745840000#c7981232076449737098' title=''/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04349631448644661717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UbGhy9MvagI/SCEnHJShbjI/AAAAAAAAALE/QCseqLMGnUk/S220/camera.JPG'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.halfdesertedstreets.com/2009/02/driving-close.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861465309609418332.post-1429412941939767518' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/posts/default/1429412941939767518' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-762301598'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861465309609418332.post-8555080464813274662</id><published>2009-02-27T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:42:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love this post but I have to ask, why did you have...</title><content type='html'>Love this post but I have to ask, why did you have to sneak off campus in High School? Why did they check IDs and why did your friend have one but you didn't? I don't get it!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/1429412941939767518/comments/default/8555080464813274662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/1429412941939767518/comments/default/8555080464813274662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.halfdesertedstreets.com/2009/02/driving-close.html?showComment=1235745720000#c8555080464813274662' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14169067066816104504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_q0hKRJUBiXo/R-cNCKbAVoI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Gmu8bvHOaCs/S220/GQ.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.halfdesertedstreets.com/2009/02/driving-close.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8861465309609418332.post-1429412941939767518' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8861465309609418332/posts/default/1429412941939767518' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1997284266'/></entry></feed>
