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									<pubDate>Sun,  3 Feb 2008 04:10:12 +0000</pubDate>
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						<title>Dear Dad</title>
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						<description><![CDATA[Father passing by his teenage daughter's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and  everything was neat and tidy. Then he saw an envelope propped up prominently on the centre of the pillow. It  was addressed &quot;Dad&quot;. With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling  hands:-  Dear Dad,  It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing  you, but I'm leaving home. I had to elope with my new  boyfriend Randy because I wanted to avoid a scene with  Mom and you. I've been finding real passion with Randy  and he is so nice to me. I know when you meet him  you'll like him too - even with all his piercing,  tattoos, and motorcycle clothes. But it's not only the passion Dad, I'm pregnant and Randy said that he wants  me to have the kid and that we can be very happy together. Even though Randy is much older than me  (anyway, 42 isn't so old these days is it?), and has no money, really these things shouldn't stand in the  way of our relationship, don't you agree?  Randy has a great CD collection; he already owns a  trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. It's true he has other girlfriends  as well but I know he'll be faithful to me in his own way. He wants to have many more children with me and  that's now one of my dreams too.  Randy taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt  anyone and he'll be growing it for us and we'll trade  it with our friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we  want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will  find a cure for AIDS so Randy can get better; he sure  deserves it!!  Don't worry Dad, I'm 15 years old now and I know how  to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure we'll be back  to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.   Your loving daughter, Rosie.   At the bottom of the page were the letters &quot;PTO&quot;. Hands still trembling, her father turned the sheet,  and read:  PS: Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at the  neighbour's house. I just wanted to remind you that  there are worse things in life than my report card  that's in my desk centre drawer. Please sign it and  call when it is safe for me to come home. I love you!   Love, love and lots of love  Daughter  Thank you]]></description>
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