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		By: Jodi		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[In reply to &lt;a href=&quot;https://iwilldare.com/2015/04/wherein-i-survive-going-out-and-doing-things/#comment-62799&quot;&gt;Susanna&lt;/a&gt;.

Oh! That reminds of one time my childhood best friend Jenni was giddy with excitement because our parents agreed she could go to Valleyfair with us and she ran down her driveway in clogs, wiped out, and thus ended the trip to Valleyfair because her legs were all bloody and skinned up. So much beauty &amp; bummer in clogs.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In reply to <a href="https://iwilldare.com/2015/04/wherein-i-survive-going-out-and-doing-things/#comment-62799">Susanna</a>.</p>
<p>Oh! That reminds of one time my childhood best friend Jenni was giddy with excitement because our parents agreed she could go to Valleyfair with us and she ran down her driveway in clogs, wiped out, and thus ended the trip to Valleyfair because her legs were all bloody and skinned up. So much beauty &#038; bummer in clogs.</p>
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		By: Susanna		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[I&#039;m catching up on your blog posts, so I&#039;m behind, but I just wanted to do a blog-comment fist bump on the clogs. I totally remember getting to borrow my mom&#039;s clogs to wear to church when I was in third grade and my feet were as big as hers, almost. Not &quot;almost&quot; enough that I didn&#039;t almost fall down the stairs, thus tragically ending my clog-borrowing.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m catching up on your blog posts, so I&#8217;m behind, but I just wanted to do a blog-comment fist bump on the clogs. I totally remember getting to borrow my mom&#8217;s clogs to wear to church when I was in third grade and my feet were as big as hers, almost. Not &#8220;almost&#8221; enough that I didn&#8217;t almost fall down the stairs, thus tragically ending my clog-borrowing.</p>
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