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		<title>My mother&#8217;s daughter</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>I am. For a long time I didn&#8217;t want to be, couldn&#8217;t believe I was but I am. I turn more into my mother&#8217;s daughter every day it seems. I fought her music; it&#8217;s mine now. I play her card games, her board games. I watch her television shows. I call her on nearly a [&#8230;]</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am. For a long time I didn&#8217;t want to be, couldn&#8217;t believe I was but I am. I turn more into my mother&#8217;s daughter every day it seems. I fought her music; it&#8217;s mine now. I play her card games, her board games. I watch her television shows. I call her on nearly a daily basis and even though she may not understand, she listens to my problems big and small. I laugh at her expense and she at mine. I am selfish, in part, because she was. I am a product of her and I can accept that now, maybe even embrace it.</p>
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