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  <title>Comments on 'It's Not Parental Love, I Can Tell You That!'</title>
  <subtitle>&amp;quot;I don't want to meet with him,&amp;quot; I groaned, and turned on my belly and reached out to pet Coco.
&amp;quot;Well, you have to; think that mom would be happy if you did,&amp;quot; Kazuma said, turning back to his paper work.

I flitted my gaze towards the calendar, and looked at the ominous date circled in red.

May 11, Sunday, 2008.

The anniversary; on Mother's day. Lovely. Just lovely! Coco gave me a whimper of approval. I patted her white head halfheartedly and felt the doom seeping from the date itself.

I really, really didn't want to see my father. </subtitle>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The title caught me on this one.  Nice little moment captured here.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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      <name>THX 0477</name>
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