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  <updated>2008-03-22T09:05:19Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">The Ol' Gray</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Gramps tell us the story about the gray horse again!&amp;#8221; pleaded Billy &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8221; Pease grandpa! please!&amp;#8221; urged Gabby&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Ok, ok&amp;#8230;.... once upon a time in Texas there lived a wild gray horse. He didn&amp;#8217;t belong to a herd becasue none of the herds were brave enough to accept him! They all feared him. Even the red stallion from where Austin now is.&amp;#8221; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Hey! Thats where we live!&amp;#8221; interrupted Gabby.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#8220;Thats right Gabby, anyway&amp;#8230; there were also cowboys who lived near where the gray liked to run. There was one cowboy in particular who wanted to capture gray. This cowboys name was Jeremiah Jones&amp;#8230; you see he wanted to tame ol&amp;#8217; gray, that&amp;#8217;s what Jeremiah called him, and also use him in rodeos. Jere was one of those cowboys who was only in it for the money. So Jere set out one day looking for the ol&amp;#8217; gray, and he found him. Jere snuck up behind the beast but the ol&amp;#8217; gray saw him and killed him! thats the end of our story!&amp;#8221; Grandpa said&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-02-25T14:07:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-22T09:05:19Z</updated>
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      <name>User 7961</name>
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    <title type="text">Rude and Crude Valentine Message Sequal 1</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;What in the world? Who sent me this?&amp;#8221; thought Carolyn to herself as she grabbed her history book and ran to class.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Carolyn, I will not tolerate any of my students being late! Especially if the said student has been late for my class since the beginning of the year!&amp;#8221; said Mrs. Manning in her most demanding voice. Mrs Manning was the most hated teacher in the highschool! She was really fat and liked to boss people around.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I am sorry Mrs. Fatty&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; whispered Carolyn&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;What was that?&amp;#8221; Mrs. Manning asked &amp;#8220;Did I hear someone ask to go to the principal&amp;#8217;s office? Go  NOW !&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Great&amp;#8230; now I have really done it&amp;#8230; not only did I get this mysterious V &amp;#8211; Day card, but now I get sent to Principal Hetler&amp;#8217;s office!&amp;#8221; Carolyn thought angrily as she marched through the classroom door and down the hall to what she thought was her imminent doom.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-02-20T20:44:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-21T10:27:54Z</updated>
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      <name>User 7961</name>
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