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		<title>By: Surprise! I Have no Friends &#124; Reader Meet Author</title>
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		<description>[...] What to do&#8230; what to do. I&#8217;ve been talking about my friendless, lifeless state for quite a while. Way back in August 2004 I wrote about the only good friend I&#8217;ve had in Springfield moving away. In March 2005 I wrote about all of the people I saw and ignored on a daily basis. I&#8217;ve gotten a little better about talking to strangers since then, but I&#8217;ve still got a ways to go. In September 2005 I wrote about the social life I used to have&#8230; and the strange feeling of emptiness I had upon returning to Springfield after spending a week in Texas with my old friends. In December I touched on my unsociableness as a possible cause of my dislike of Springfield. [...]</description>
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