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  <title>Comments on 'Hmmm (What's the Challenge?)'</title>
  <subtitle>It stared back at me from the confines of its paper cage. Was that a tattoo on its chest? 
It smelled divine. It smelled immaculate. It smelled fresh.
It called me out of line. Beckoning with its handsome clothes and sleek body. 
Just to spend a few minutes with it; find out what it was thinking. Was that too much to ask? 
The others watched me as I stepped toward it, reaching out my hand. 
And I grabbed the book from the shelf. </subtitle>
  <updated>2008-05-02T20:08:33Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Hmmm (What's the Challenge?)</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Nicely done.  At first I thought it was a male go-go dancer.  Yeah, no explaining that.  Nice job on the challenge.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-02T20:08:33Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>THX 0477</name>
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