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	<title>Comments on: Stupid hubris</title>
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		<title>By: Tim King</title>
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		<dc:creator>Tim King</dc:creator>
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		<description>Hey, Joseph. True story: I had read your story over the weekend (even though I didn&#039;t link to it until Tuesday). But one night after I read the story, I was up working very late. I slept in the next morning of course--I couldn&#039;t help it--and I remember my wife was sleeping next to me. When I finally woke up, I realized that she had long since gotten up, but that her pillow was stuffed up next to me in bed. I thought that the pillow was her.

And I immediately thought of the man in your story, how he stuffed his wife&#039;s pillows next to him in bed, so he wouldn&#039;t feel lonely. And in that moment, I felt lonely myself, because all I had in bed with me were pillows. (It was the strangest sensation.)

Really, IMO that story&#039;s a keeper. Thanks so much for sharing it with us.

-TimK</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey, Joseph. True story: I had read your story over the weekend (even though I didn&#8217;t link to it until Tuesday). But one night after I read the story, I was up working very late. I slept in the next morning of course&#8211;I couldn&#8217;t help it&#8211;and I remember my wife was sleeping next to me. When I finally woke up, I realized that she had long since gotten up, but that her pillow was stuffed up next to me in bed. I thought that the pillow was her.</p>
<p>And I immediately thought of the man in your story, how he stuffed his wife&#8217;s pillows next to him in bed, so he wouldn&#8217;t feel lonely. And in that moment, I felt lonely myself, because all I had in bed with me were pillows. (It was the strangest sensation.)</p>
<p>Really, IMO that story&#8217;s a keeper. Thanks so much for sharing it with us.</p>
<p>-TimK</p>
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