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Y&amp;#039;a des trous partout. Et surtout dans mon cerveau. Des petits trous de rien du tout ... Mais si on regarde d&amp;#039;en haut, Ca fait beaucoup. .</description><sy:updatePeriod>daily</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2009-10-22T20:33:37Z</sy:updateBase><dc:creator>milix</dc:creator><dc:date>2009-10-22T20:33:37Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><dc:rights /><item><title>I don't really know what I want anyway.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/5b54c7db/l/0Lmilix0Bskyrock0N0C26660A839220EI0Edon0Et0Ereally0Eknow0Ewhat0EI0Ewant0Eanyway0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Je crois que c'était plus facile avant. Quand tout ceci était une obligation. Je crois que c'était vraiment plus facile. 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