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    <description><![CDATA[brittanyvee is fifteen years old. was born april seventh. loves life. best friend to the left. has no common sence. is simple. loves animal. music is a love. loves iCarley. always cold. hates the summer weather. loves bright colors. gets hurt easily. tricky dicky. laughs all the time. has great friends. scared to sharpen pencils. hates writing about me sections. hates fakers / posers. loves to sing but has no talent doing so. hopes to be great. wants to be remembered. makes a wish on 11:11. talks to everyone. loves snow. but hates the cold. loves chapstick. complicated. weirdo. loves to draw. small things are amusing. not perfect. always takes pictures. vegetarian.is very random.&quot;shit, i forgot the words&quot;]]></description>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Crybaby Bridge.]]></title>
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	      <description><![CDATA[<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; There's an old myth of a bridge located in Ohio. The name of this bridge is Cry Baby Bridge.&nbsp; There was an unknown man that would kid nap kids from infants all the way up to sixteen years of age sometimes. He would slit them open and hang them on this very bridge. It's not said if the maniac was ever caught but mysterious things continue to happen as anyone or even I visit the bridge.</p>
<p><img src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/9/5/8/7/5/1/1/orig-9587511.jpg" border="0" alt="" width="432" height="297" /><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I decide to visit to bridge. We arrive and we do what the myth says. We shut the car off, get out, and yell "crybaby cry!" For the first five or ten minutes we heard nothing. Then, as we were getting ready to leave we heard it. It was a crying baby, but this was like nothing I've heard before. It was sick sounding. It was very high pitched and terrifying. We ran back to the car. As we tried to start it the car would not start. We tried to get it to start about seventeen times. Finally, it started and we could get the hell out of there. We floored it. As we were leaving and I was looking back at the bridge I seen what I thought looked like a dark figured man holding a baby. I just told the driver to drive faster and I will never go back to that bridge again.</p>
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	      <dc:date>2009-11-17T15:17:38Z</dc:date>
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