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  <title>Comments on 'Houdini (I Miss You)'</title>
  <subtitle>He was just a little turtle. He didn't do anything wrong. He was a good little turtle. I don't really know what happened, but he wasn't a very strong little turtle. He brought me joy every single day when I saw his little shell and his head poke out. We still have his tank in the garage and I always have this sinking feeling in my stomach every time I walk past it. My reading teacher recently read a story about a turtle just like Houdini who died, except he didn't really die. Even though this happened more than a year ago, I still shed a tear for Houdini every time I think about him, even now. May Houdini rest in peace.

(And yes, this is very much a true story)</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-03-06T00:48:20Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Houdini (I Miss You)</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I am very sorry for your loss. Pets are family too and the broken heart feels just the same.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-06T00:48:20Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Blusparrow</name>
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