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		<title>Earl is coming &#8211; are you ready?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Now that hurricane season is finally here, and we&#8217;ve got a good sized storm headed our way on Thursday evening, it might be a good idea to run over some basic storm prep. When Fran hit Raleigh in 1996, many folks were unprepared for the blocked roads and 3-5 day power outages. There are a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://komejo.com/?p=152</link>
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		<title>English Ben &amp; Detective Dave (Ch. 3 – The Appointment)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[And the detective! She had nearly forgotten—she was supposed to meet him at 2:00PM and that didn’t give her much time, especially since detectives were not likely to be as forgiving or patient as the ducks!]]></description>
		<link>http://komejo.com/?p=144</link>
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		<title>English Ben &amp; Detective Dave (Ch. 2 – Detective Dave)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Buttercup’s puzzling was interrupted by the gentle reproach of her cat, Miss Nikki, who had been sitting at Buttercup’s left elbow for the past five minutes. ]]></description>
		<link>http://komejo.com/?p=134</link>
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		<title>English Ben &amp; Detective Dave (Ch. 1 &#8211; English Ben)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The ducks were very friendly and always shook their tail feathers and flapped their wings whenever Buttercup came to the lake, because Buttercup always brought some bread to share, which is only polite after all.]]></description>
		<link>http://komejo.com/?p=125</link>
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		<title>On Strike!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[AS A PET OWNER, I feel a natural impulse to care for my pets. The well being of my animal friends is uppermost in my mind. I take pains to buy them good food; to provide them with a safe place to live. I even go so far as to buy treats and toys for their benefit.]]></description>
		<link>http://komejo.com/?p=111</link>
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		<title>Ow, Ow, Ow</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I very calmly turned off the saw, and carefully removed my hearing protection, dust mask, and eye protection. As I walked into the house I amused myself by cupping my free hand under the damaged one, thinking, "Whoops! Don't let the blood drip on the carpet!"]]></description>
		<link>http://komejo.com/?p=105</link>
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		<title>Hot, Hot, Hot</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It all started out innocently enough. I had some meat left over from a stew I was making, and not wanting to waste it, I soaked it in teriyaki sauce and then left it in warm oven overnight. Next day: Beef Jerky!]]></description>
		<link>http://komejo.com/?p=100</link>
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		<title>Television Is Bad For Your Health</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I would not be able to lift this set, that was clear, but I wondered; is this heavy enough to crush me? How long would I be missed if I were to be crushed under a television? How long would it be before my pets stopped thinking of me as 'poor dead Master', and started thinking of me as 'food'?]]></description>
		<link>http://komejo.com/?p=96</link>
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		<title>Post-Op</title>
		<description><![CDATA[MY  SURGERY WAS COMPLETE, so I returned to my humble abode, and did rest. A few beverages, a cold compress to reduce the swelling, and sleep.]]></description>
		<link>http://komejo.com/?p=86</link>
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		<title>Dr. Warm Hands</title>
		<description><![CDATA[THERE ARE FEW THINGS as near and dear to a man as the subject of reproduction. In particular, the tools he uses for the purpose of reproduction.]]></description>
		<link>http://komejo.com/?p=84</link>
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