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	<title>Comments on: Connections and Disconnections</title>
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	<description>The adventures of Joshua M. Neff, the goblin in the library!</description>
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		<title>By: josh</title>
		<link>http://www.goblin-cartoons.com/2006/08/02/connections-and-disconnections/#comment-175</link>
		<dc:creator>josh</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Sep 2006 15:09:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks for writing that, James. My heart goes out to you and Britt's family.

Just the other day, I stumbled upon &lt;a href="http://forum.rpg.net/showthread.php?referrerid=&#038;t=260139" rel="nofollow"&gt;this thread&lt;/a&gt; on RPGnet, and man, it just broke my heart.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for writing that, James. My heart goes out to you and Britt&#8217;s family.</p>
<p>Just the other day, I stumbled upon <a href="http://forum.rpg.net/showthread.php?referrerid=&#038;t=260139" rel="nofollow">this thread</a> on RPGnet, and man, it just broke my heart.</p>
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		<title>By: James Dornan</title>
		<link>http://www.goblin-cartoons.com/2006/08/02/connections-and-disconnections/#comment-174</link>
		<dc:creator>James Dornan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Sep 2006 14:48:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I knew Britt, his brother Evan, and his mother Andrea, since I was a stupid kid of 13 or so. Britt and Evan fought like brothers, but did almost everything together in those days. Their family was always filled with love. At the center was always their kind, wise, and loving mother. She always took in the strays for thanksgiving and other holidays. They grew up without much money or anything else. I still recall Britt dragging around photo copied versions of 1st and 2nd edition champions, an RPG we used to play. I last saw him in 2002, but we talked on the phone monthly to catch up. He never stopped living life and having a great time. Everything I own, even the music I listen to, reminds me of him. Even now when I'm not thinking I pick up the phone and find myself about to hit the speed dial with his name to tell him about something "really cool" as I used to do. I stop myself, and remember it all happened. He's gone. At that moment I feel like a car just after an impact, quite, assessing the situation. I also miss Evan and Andrea, because I live to far away. I call and we talk, but it always involves that same sadness, but we all miss Britt. There were few who did not notice him, and most called him friend.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I knew Britt, his brother Evan, and his mother Andrea, since I was a stupid kid of 13 or so. Britt and Evan fought like brothers, but did almost everything together in those days. Their family was always filled with love. At the center was always their kind, wise, and loving mother. She always took in the strays for thanksgiving and other holidays. They grew up without much money or anything else. I still recall Britt dragging around photo copied versions of 1st and 2nd edition champions, an RPG we used to play. I last saw him in 2002, but we talked on the phone monthly to catch up. He never stopped living life and having a great time. Everything I own, even the music I listen to, reminds me of him. Even now when I&#8217;m not thinking I pick up the phone and find myself about to hit the speed dial with his name to tell him about something &#8220;really cool&#8221; as I used to do. I stop myself, and remember it all happened. He&#8217;s gone. At that moment I feel like a car just after an impact, quite, assessing the situation. I also miss Evan and Andrea, because I live to far away. I call and we talk, but it always involves that same sadness, but we all miss Britt. There were few who did not notice him, and most called him friend.</p>
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		<title>By: Rick Reno Neff</title>
		<link>http://www.goblin-cartoons.com/2006/08/02/connections-and-disconnections/#comment-135</link>
		<dc:creator>Rick Reno Neff</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Aug 2006 00:32:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You have all of my sympathy. It's terrible to lose friends.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You have all of my sympathy. It&#8217;s terrible to lose friends.</p>
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