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	<title>Comments on: Phil Donahue and Me: The Day I Got Brain AIDS</title>
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		<title>By: Fearne Kelly</title>
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		<dc:creator>Fearne Kelly</dc:creator>
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		<description>I just felt the need to leave a comment &#039;cause as I read your stream of consciousness on the phil show, it reminded me of my childhood when I would work out how I would say a certain comment, and if I had the right information to back it up. Like for example, the day my teacher asked why I was absent from school the previous day, instead of the truth I chose to tell her my pet bunnies had died from &#039;the animal equivalent of human cancer&#039; and I spent most of the day cleaning out the hutch.

Ah well.</description>
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<p>Ah well.</p>
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