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	<title>Comments on: What&#039;s the Best Story You&#039;ve Ever Told?</title>
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		<title>By: Amanda Beals</title>
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		<dc:creator>Amanda Beals</dc:creator>
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		<description>When I graduated a grad school, my parents gifted me a trip to Costa Rica. Being arrogant and elitist (10 years ago), I though I will trek volcanoes on my own and do grand things in the rain forests. Anyway, thinking I was Che Guerva, I went to a remote Tican village found a guide. To make a long story short, he left me on a smoking volcano trail at desk, miles away from the village. He also left me with a limp mule. Somehow, this miraculous beast of burden knew my pain. He lowered himself down for me to get back and delivered me to the front door of my hostel. No joke. I felt like I had met Aslan from the Chronicles of Narnia.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I graduated a grad school, my parents gifted me a trip to Costa Rica. Being arrogant and elitist (10 years ago), I though I will trek volcanoes on my own and do grand things in the rain forests. Anyway, thinking I was Che Guerva, I went to a remote Tican village found a guide. To make a long story short, he left me on a smoking volcano trail at desk, miles away from the village. He also left me with a limp mule. Somehow, this miraculous beast of burden knew my pain. He lowered himself down for me to get back and delivered me to the front door of my hostel. No joke. I felt like I had met Aslan from the Chronicles of Narnia.</p>
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