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		<title>Walking on the Grave of Your Adolescence</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[In an attempt to get out of the house more, I took a bike ride down the Minneapolis Greenway to Trader Joe&#8217;s in St. Louis Park, and then back. I stopped in to pick up some cheap bubbly. As I walked into the liquor section (Minnesota requires food and booze be kept in different rooms.) [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In an attempt to get out of the house more, I took a bike ride down the Minneapolis Greenway to Trader Joe&#8217;s in St. Louis Park, and then back.  I stopped in to pick up some cheap bubbly.  As I walked into the liquor section (Minnesota requires food and booze be kept in different rooms.) out walked a woman who looked exactly like someone I knew in high school.  Now I don&#8217;t really know that anyone I knew in high school lives around here.  Well, there&#8217;s one, but I don&#8217;t see him, except in weird airport encounters.</p>
<p>I was so busy feeling like high school was creeping up behind me, ready to strike, that I didn&#8217;t think to say &#8220;Hey, are you from mid-Michigan.&#8221;</p>
<p>It&#8217;s not that I hated high school that much, though I was certainly ready to go.  But I live two states away now.  It&#8217;s a small town, and I keep up with something like six people I went to high school with.  I like it that way.</p>
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