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	<title>Comments on: I haven&#8217;t blogged&#8230;</title>
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		<title>By: Apartment 2024 &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Burnt toast down the hall</title>
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		<dc:creator>Apartment 2024 &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Burnt toast down the hall</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Mar 2007 18:07:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Just as I opened my door, the building manager and Emilio came striding down the hallway and went into Mr. Levine&#8217;s apartment.  After they passed by, I went down the hall to check in with Mrs. B, who was standing in her doorway with her part-time housekeeper.  With her hands on her hips, she slowly shook her head back and forth and shouted in order to be heard over the alarm, &#8220;I worry about him.&#8221;  With a toss of her head, she indicated that she was talking about Mr. Levine.  I nodded agreement and shrugged my shoulders helplessly.  Just then Emilio came out and yelled that there was nothing to worry about and we could go back to our apartments.  That it was just badly burnt toast.  The few small clusters of neighbors that had gathered in the hallway by the elevators dissolved, and everyone returned home. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Just as I opened my door, the building manager and Emilio came striding down the hallway and went into Mr. Levine&#8217;s apartment.  After they passed by, I went down the hall to check in with Mrs. B, who was standing in her doorway with her part-time housekeeper.  With her hands on her hips, she slowly shook her head back and forth and shouted in order to be heard over the alarm, &#8220;I worry about him.&#8221;  With a toss of her head, she indicated that she was talking about Mr. Levine.  I nodded agreement and shrugged my shoulders helplessly.  Just then Emilio came out and yelled that there was nothing to worry about and we could go back to our apartments.  That it was just badly burnt toast.  The few small clusters of neighbors that had gathered in the hallway by the elevators dissolved, and everyone returned home. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: mac</title>
		<link>http://www.apartment2024.com/2007/01/23/i-havent-blogged/#comment-19839</link>
		<dc:creator>mac</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Jan 2007 14:47:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I love Rachel's!  I don't know what they do to their egg salad sandwiches, but they're so good!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love Rachel&#8217;s!  I don&#8217;t know what they do to their egg salad sandwiches, but they&#8217;re so good!</p>
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