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	<title>Comments on: Moving along</title>
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		<title>By: Jackie</title>
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		<description>I remember this hat well! Good ol&#039; Mr. Jones. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Did I ever tell you that when I was living in NYC I had this dream that Mr. Jones came to visit me? He was carrying a suitcase and told me he came to say goodbye, that he was going on a long trip and didn&#039;t know when he&#039;d return. We were standing on top of a cliff and before I could ask where we were going, he jumped off, dissapeared into nothingness.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Three days later Marco Ibarra told me Mr. Jones had died over the weekend.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember this hat well! Good ol&#8217; Mr. Jones. </p>
<p>Did I ever tell you that when I was living in NYC I had this dream that Mr. Jones came to visit me? He was carrying a suitcase and told me he came to say goodbye, that he was going on a long trip and didn&#8217;t know when he&#8217;d return. We were standing on top of a cliff and before I could ask where we were going, he jumped off, dissapeared into nothingness.</p>
<p>Three days later Marco Ibarra told me Mr. Jones had died over the weekend.</p>
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