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up there.  this one time...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;for a short time we had someone living in our attic;  it was super creepy up there.  this one time we found a bat up there, the guy living up in the attic came downstairs, grabbed a bat, and went upstairs and killed it.  i was more afraid of the guy from that point on than i was of any bat in the attic.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://excerptsfrommymemoir.tumblr.com/post/146538881</link><guid>http://excerptsfrommymemoir.tumblr.com/post/146538881</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 00:07:51 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>we lived with another family for a few years beginning at age 5 and they had a little boy, tony, who...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;we lived with another family for a few years beginning at age 5 and they had a little boy, tony, who was a few years younger than me.  tony and i shared a room, bunk beds, and had star wars wallpaper.  it was the coolest room i ever 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