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Started with 2 second freefall from top bunk of one of my daughters bunk beds;forgot I had got into bed with her last night after she had had a bad dream! My normal bed is a futon- so my usual flop out of bed turned into a skydiving incident! No broken bones, just...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/flash2008/583054"><title>Obsession</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/flash2008/583054</link><description>Obsession. I remember the first time I saw you. I remember the first time you spoke to me. The place was not romantic, neither were the words, but every love affair has a beginning and every love affair has an end. From that first kiss I wanted to absorb you. 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