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  <title>chicating</title>
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    <title>I don't know why...</title>
    <published>2026-04-09T22:51:59Z</published>
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    <dw:mood>guilty</dw:mood>
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    <content type="html">getting a refund makes me feel guilty.  It's not really my job to keep these writing classes open, and it's not like I promised someone specific that I'd do it with her.(Part of me still wish I'd just said "yes" but the money might come in handier than feeding my dumb brain, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;(Part of me has always been holding out for something more passionate than me being a good little girl with my notebook, also, though, I have to admit that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=chicating&amp;ditemid=102602" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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