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		<title>By: If you could write a letter - &#124; Bonne Vie</title>
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		<description>[...] I briefly considered writing to my past self to warn myself NOT to shop at WalMart, or maybe of dangers lurking ahead. I could tell myself to store things in plastic boxes, not cardboard, so I wouldn&#8217;t lose memorabilia when the basement flooded (technically I have my HS diploma, but it&#8217;s covered in green fuzz). I could tell myself that the boy I will think I like isn&#8217;t really worth it&#8230; but every time I start thinking about warnings, I get sort of a &#8220;McFly-don&#8217;t-screw-with-the-past&#8221; feeling in my tummy. I wouldn&#8217;t want to change my trajectory and not end up where I am now &#8211; and I LOVE my life! Though I&#8217;ve experienced disappointment and disaster, I genuinely believe I had to experience all my past to be where I am now (though I am not my past experiences!). [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] I briefly considered writing to my past self to warn myself NOT to shop at WalMart, or maybe of dangers lurking ahead. I could tell myself to store things in plastic boxes, not cardboard, so I wouldn&#8217;t lose memorabilia when the basement flooded (technically I have my HS diploma, but it&#8217;s covered in green fuzz). I could tell myself that the boy I will think I like isn&#8217;t really worth it&#8230; but every time I start thinking about warnings, I get sort of a &#8220;McFly-don&#8217;t-screw-with-the-past&#8221; feeling in my tummy. I wouldn&#8217;t want to change my trajectory and not end up where I am now &#8211; and I LOVE my life! Though I&#8217;ve experienced disappointment and disaster, I genuinely believe I had to experience all my past to be where I am now (though I am not my past experiences!). [...]</p>
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