<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627022829653163340</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:04:09.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer,  Time to Shine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertimetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627022829653163340/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertimetoshine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wrangler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05286702734209812377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IOL2OFfG9A/SjvT1R0IERI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0XU2cbr6zwQ/S220/PICT0209.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6627022829653163340.post-3384335240262500995</id><published>2009-06-19T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:15:34.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things can Happen</title><content type='html'>Its kind of wierd. People you thought you knew. When they have tons of spare time, change. They either get closer and more friendly towards you. Or they drift farther away and grow to bee more hostile. But things can happen during the summer that can change those changes. You can make a mistake that will change your friendships forever. Even worse is when you try to cover up the mistake with another mistake. As you continue to lose friends you start to find out who your real friends are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6627022829653163340-3384335240262500995?l=summertimetoshine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summertimetoshine.blogspot.com/feeds/3384335240262500995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://summertimetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-can-happen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627022829653163340/posts/default/3384335240262500995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6627022829653163340/posts/default/3384335240262500995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summertimetoshine.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-can-happen.html' title='Things can Happen'/><author><name>Wrangler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05286702734209812377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5IOL2OFfG9A/SjvT1R0IERI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0XU2cbr6zwQ/S220/PICT0209.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
