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  <subtitle>&amp;quot;Son, we need to talk.&amp;quot;

I looked up from my books, calmly put down my pen, and said, &amp;quot;Okay, the only time you two call me 'son' is when you think I've done something illegal, immoral, immature, or all of the above. So, which is it today?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot; my mom started, glancing first at my dad, &amp;quot;we... Your father and I... We think you should find other activities.&amp;quot;

_Oh, god. This again..._ I thought. &amp;quot;Really? And what would you prefer?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot; my dad said, &amp;quot;we think you should try something where you can meet a nice girl.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Oh,&amp;quot; I replied. &amp;quot;Well, then, problem solved.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Really?&amp;quot; My mother perked up. &amp;quot;You've met someone?&amp;quot;

I pulled a picture out of my wallet. &amp;quot;Janine.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Oh, my! She's lovely!&amp;quot;

My dad looked at the picture. &amp;quot;What's she do?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Well, she's a part-time model, but she's taking university classes to becoming a psychiatrist.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Wow!&amp;quot; dad said. &amp;quot;Pretty _and_ smart! Where'd you snag her?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Local gaming club. She's one wicked sharp dungeon master!&amp;quot;

The looks on their faces was well worth it. Revenge!</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-03-27T17:16:51Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Revenge</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Of course, it&amp;#8217;s complete and utter fiction. Everyone knows we gamers don&amp;#8217;t actually go outside, let alone date. ;)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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      <name>Capital "W" Writer (LoA's Geekus Awesomeus)</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Revenge</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;That was so funny! Revenge! lol&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-27T17:15:17Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Blusparrow</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Revenge</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;very amusing.loved the dialogue  between parent and son.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-27T16:00:44Z</published>
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      <name>SKermitgorf</name>
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