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    <name><![CDATA[Amanda]]></name>
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  <read_at>Sat Oct 03 00:00:00 -0700 2009</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[She had me in the first few sentences. &quot;For me, the scariest part of getting engaged was feeling as if I were suddenly buying into an identity that wasn't my own. I was having a bridentity crisis. Suddenly I was supposed to care about floral arrangements and classical quartets. Suddenly I was supposed to like poufy white dresses and showing off jewelry. Suddenly I was supposed to buy five-hundred-page  glossy magazines and take a strong interest in decorative bows for the backs of rented chairs.&quot; It may be for some brides, it's not for me. I look forward to the rest.]]></body>
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