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	<title>Comments on: Morta</title>
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	<description>I am flawed if I'm not free</description>
	<pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 03:21:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Eleni</title>
		<link>http://www.hezabelle.ca/2010/03/09/morta/comment-page-1/#comment-1724</link>
		<dc:creator>Eleni</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Mar 2010 03:15:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Pretty crazy, and rather unsettling.  Experiences like that can be fascinating (if also disturbing) as long as you are not friends with the people involved.

The closest experience I have that comes to mind is this: I watched a mother breaking the news to her teenage daughter over the phone that her father (the daughter's father, the mother's husband) had died.  I will never forget the words she chose or the way she said them.  Heartbreaking.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Pretty crazy, and rather unsettling.  Experiences like that can be fascinating (if also disturbing) as long as you are not friends with the people involved.</p>
<p>The closest experience I have that comes to mind is this: I watched a mother breaking the news to her teenage daughter over the phone that her father (the daughter&#8217;s father, the mother&#8217;s husband) had died.  I will never forget the words she chose or the way she said them.  Heartbreaking.</p>
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		<title>By: The Chris</title>
		<link>http://www.hezabelle.ca/2010/03/09/morta/comment-page-1/#comment-1637</link>
		<dc:creator>The Chris</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 05:31:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ahh yes, the Death Hostal. This is told in a very haunting way, I tend to tell the story in a more shocking-amusing type fashion. What a weird experience though. I'm so glad you were there with me, can't imagine what that would have been like alone.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ahh yes, the Death Hostal. This is told in a very haunting way, I tend to tell the story in a more shocking-amusing type fashion. What a weird experience though. I&#8217;m so glad you were there with me, can&#8217;t imagine what that would have been like alone.</p>
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		<title>By: Faebala</title>
		<link>http://www.hezabelle.ca/2010/03/09/morta/comment-page-1/#comment-1636</link>
		<dc:creator>Faebala</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Mar 2010 04:09:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It's a freaky experience. It's like that time I witnessed that guy die in the car accident at 2am, and he went up in flames. Won't ever forget that. *hugs*</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s a freaky experience. It&#8217;s like that time I witnessed that guy die in the car accident at 2am, and he went up in flames. Won&#8217;t ever forget that. *hugs*</p>
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