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		<title>By: laura</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Feb 2015 03:07:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Heart-breaking!</description>
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		<title>By: Nance Rosen</title>
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		<dc:creator>Nance Rosen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Feb 2015 03:01:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Okay, here is my saddest lost shoe story. Four years ago, I spent a weekend at my soon to be in-laws home in New Jersey. I packed up and flew back to Los Angeles. Didn&#039;t unpack right away. About a week later, I unpack, and come up with one Steve Madden high heel, button front shoe - which I had paid $25 extra at the shoemaker to put on a rubber platform so I could stand in them FOR HOURS. One shoe. Jon calls home, and his parents find no shoe. I wonder, &quot;Did I wear those shoes when I was there?&quot; Maybe not. So, I plow through my closets (three) all of which have shoes. Nothing. I hold onto said shoe for another year, hoping its mate will show up. I finally get out of denial, and throw the shoe away. One month later, his mother calls to ask: Did Nance leave a shoe here?&quot; Nuff said.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Okay, here is my saddest lost shoe story. Four years ago, I spent a weekend at my soon to be in-laws home in New Jersey. I packed up and flew back to Los Angeles. Didn&#8217;t unpack right away. About a week later, I unpack, and come up with one Steve Madden high heel, button front shoe &#8211; which I had paid $25 extra at the shoemaker to put on a rubber platform so I could stand in them FOR HOURS. One shoe. Jon calls home, and his parents find no shoe. I wonder, &#8220;Did I wear those shoes when I was there?&#8221; Maybe not. So, I plow through my closets (three) all of which have shoes. Nothing. I hold onto said shoe for another year, hoping its mate will show up. I finally get out of denial, and throw the shoe away. One month later, his mother calls to ask: Did Nance leave a shoe here?&#8221; Nuff said.</p>
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