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		<title>By: Ied</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/relate/comment-page-10/#comment-387195</link>
		<dc:creator>Ied</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2011 18:07:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>makes me think of relationships and particular people i appreciate and care about. I feel very connected to them, i learn from them and understand it is part of my evolution.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>makes me think of relationships and particular people i appreciate and care about. I feel very connected to them, i learn from them and understand it is part of my evolution.</p>
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		<title>By: Anita</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/relate/comment-page-10/#comment-387194</link>
		<dc:creator>Anita</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2011 17:55:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I don&#039;t understand why I can&#039;t relate to the people I work with.  Don&#039;t get me wrong, we are all friends here and I feel accepted.  But there are some days when I feel like a complete outcast, like I don&#039;t belong.  I feel like my voice is muffled behind all of their loud, boisterous voices.  The Advertising business truly is a man&#039;s world; it&#039;s a world I try so hard to belong to.  I relate to my clients, I relate to the other women in the company, but I just can&#039;t seem to relate to the big boss and his boys.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>I don&#8217;t understand why I can&#8217;t relate to the people I work with.  Don&#8217;t get me wrong, we are all friends here and I feel accepted.  But there are some days when I feel like a complete outcast, like I don&#8217;t belong.  I feel like my voice is muffled behind all of their loud, boisterous voices.  The Advertising business truly is a man&#8217;s world; it&#8217;s a world I try so hard to belong to.  I relate to my clients, I relate to the other women in the company, but I just can&#8217;t seem to relate to the big boss and his boys.</p>
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		<title>By: Amanda</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/relate/comment-page-10/#comment-387193</link>
		<dc:creator>Amanda</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2011 17:49:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>If there was one thing David could relate to, it was getting cheated on. He knew how it felt, that sting in your heart that you hadn&#039;t been enough to keep them there and faithful. 
&quot;It&#039;s okay,&quot; he says softly, wrapping his arm around his daughter. &quot;He&#039;s not worth it,&quot; he whispers.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>If there was one thing David could relate to, it was getting cheated on. He knew how it felt, that sting in your heart that you hadn&#8217;t been enough to keep them there and faithful.<br />
&#8220;It&#8217;s okay,&#8221; he says softly, wrapping his arm around his daughter. &#8220;He&#8217;s not worth it,&#8221; he whispers.</p>
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		<title>By: Mark Wiley</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/relate/comment-page-10/#comment-387192</link>
		<dc:creator>Mark Wiley</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2011 17:47:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have no idea what im doing bananas</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>I have no idea what im doing bananas</p>
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		<title>By: Mark Wiley</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/relate/comment-page-10/#comment-387191</link>
		<dc:creator>Mark Wiley</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2011 17:47:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>relate</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>relate</p>
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		<title>By: Deveric</title>
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		<dc:creator>Deveric</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2011 17:46:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>relate to the sure shock. Im floating trying to relate with the clouds. Im related to many a people that i would like to be more acquainted with. Spaghetti o&#039;s and meatballs you have to be kidding me. Im writing whatever pops in my head and wondering if anyone else can relate.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>relate to the sure shock. Im floating trying to relate with the clouds. Im related to many a people that i would like to be more acquainted with. Spaghetti o&#8217;s and meatballs you have to be kidding me. Im writing whatever pops in my head and wondering if anyone else can relate.</p>
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		<title>By: Teresa Briones</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/relate/comment-page-10/#comment-387189</link>
		<dc:creator>Teresa Briones</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2011 17:44:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>she had never really had a chance to relate to anyone.  she was strange to begin with and strange in her demise.  her eyes had a curious color, unlike anything any human ever possesed.  a blueish green that glowed impossibly bright.  Her intellegence was above and beyond those who would be considered her peers,  the poor dear never had a chance to relate to anyone.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>she had never really had a chance to relate to anyone.  she was strange to begin with and strange in her demise.  her eyes had a curious color, unlike anything any human ever possesed.  a blueish green that glowed impossibly bright.  Her intellegence was above and beyond those who would be considered her peers,  the poor dear never had a chance to relate to anyone.</p>
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		<title>By: Anant</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/relate/comment-page-10/#comment-387184</link>
		<dc:creator>Anant</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2011 17:27:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>To relate is to create a connection between two things, to form a connection, called a relationship. Relation is a strong bond that unifies two, or even more.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>To relate is to create a connection between two things, to form a connection, called a relationship. Relation is a strong bond that unifies two, or even more.</p>
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		<title>By: Jack Black</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/relate/comment-page-10/#comment-387183</link>
		<dc:creator>Jack Black</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2011 17:17:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Well, I can relate to a lot of things. The pain, the suffering, the love, the craziness. I think there&#039;s too litle relating in the world, in general. We could also dissect the word into re-late, meaning late again, which I never am. That was super interesting.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>Well, I can relate to a lot of things. The pain, the suffering, the love, the craziness. I think there&#8217;s too litle relating in the world, in general. We could also dissect the word into re-late, meaning late again, which I never am. That was super interesting.</p>
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		<title>By: shannon</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/relate/comment-page-10/#comment-387182</link>
		<dc:creator>shannon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2011 17:16:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>To her, problems were her dad yelling at her. I couldn&#039;t listen to it. I know it&#039;s all relative, but be thankful you have a dad.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>To her, problems were her dad yelling at her. I couldn&#8217;t listen to it. I know it&#8217;s all relative, but be thankful you have a dad.</p>
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