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  <title>It is a mystery</title>
  <subtitle>unicornduke</subtitle>
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    <name>unicornduke</name>
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    <title>unicornduke @ 2019-03-17T19:44:00</title>
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    <content type="html">Oh yeah, I had forgotten that on the way to the ice rink I had one of the most random memories come up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we moved to the farm, my parents got carpet for the downstairs and I was probably eight. I wondered years ago where the carpet place was and I drove past it tonight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carpet place was so vividly in my memory because the old guy in charge had a tiny tv and they let us sit on carpet pieces and we watched the Prince of Egypt while our parents picked out carpets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=unicornduke&amp;ditemid=81757" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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