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	<title>Comments on: in our days we will live like our ghosts will live</title>
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	<description>you shall know our velocity</description>
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		<title>By: p</title>
		<link>http://nagasakiblues.com/archives/9#comment-164</link>
		<author>p</author>
		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2008 05:31:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>We could play a &lt;b&gt;rock show&lt;/b&gt; benefit concert. We would have to play 'Through the Fire and Flames' by DragonForce, which heals all wounds, physical and emotional, builds structures that meet the strictest building codes and causes the planets to align allowing peace and harmony to flow forth from the strings of the guitar. Side effects include face melting.

In some years, Hitomi will have gone on to better things, hopefully a good college via scholarship or something, and think back to the days when that weird foreigner “???”was so nice when she needed it most.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We could play a <b>rock show</b> benefit concert. We would have to play &#8216;Through the Fire and Flames&#8217; by DragonForce, which heals all wounds, physical and emotional, builds structures that meet the strictest building codes and causes the planets to align allowing peace and harmony to flow forth from the strings of the guitar. Side effects include face melting.</p>
<p>In some years, Hitomi will have gone on to better things, hopefully a good college via scholarship or something, and think back to the days when that weird foreigner “???”was so nice when she needed it most.</p>
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		<title>By: c</title>
		<link>http://nagasakiblues.com/archives/9#comment-162</link>
		<author>c</author>
		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Feb 2008 02:29:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://nagasakiblues.com/archives/9#comment-162</guid>
		<description>Word.

For some reason, they really give a damn about stickers, especially Disney ones. Even when they're 18.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Word.</p>
<p>For some reason, they really give a damn about stickers, especially Disney ones. Even when they&#8217;re 18.</p>
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		<title>By: em</title>
		<link>http://nagasakiblues.com/archives/9#comment-160</link>
		<author>em</author>
		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 18:10:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>just more of the same, i think. that's all you can do. more than the money, what she can use is someone who cares, someone who expresses empathy and love, someone who smiles even if she doesnt want to smile herself. 

a good friend's mother died when we were in high school. now, these years later and earlier this week, our high school math teacher died too. of him, my friend wrote, "he used to let me leave class for a few minutes to get mashed potatoes in the cafeteria [mashed potatoes were, oddly, a really big deal at my high school]. it wasn't anything big, just a small act to help a young girl deal with her grief." this brought me to tears. of all the things, that was what she remembered, what she needed then. 

the way we give, the way we take the things we need. 

you are doing what you can, you know? being there. lilo and stitch stickers. it's enough.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>just more of the same, i think. that&#8217;s all you can do. more than the money, what she can use is someone who cares, someone who expresses empathy and love, someone who smiles even if she doesnt want to smile herself. </p>
<p>a good friend&#8217;s mother died when we were in high school. now, these years later and earlier this week, our high school math teacher died too. of him, my friend wrote, &#8220;he used to let me leave class for a few minutes to get mashed potatoes in the cafeteria [mashed potatoes were, oddly, a really big deal at my high school]. it wasn&#8217;t anything big, just a small act to help a young girl deal with her grief.&#8221; this brought me to tears. of all the things, that was what she remembered, what she needed then. </p>
<p>the way we give, the way we take the things we need. </p>
<p>you are doing what you can, you know? being there. lilo and stitch stickers. it&#8217;s enough.</p>
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