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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:hawthorn.blog.co.uk,2009-11-08:/</id><title>Thought I'd have grown out of all this</title><link rel="self" href="http://hawthorn.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hawthorn.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-08T13:13:30+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:hawthorn.blog.co.uk,2005-08-15:/2005/08/15/i_though_i_d_have_grown_out_of_this_by_n/</id><title>I though I'd have grown out of this by now...</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hawthorn.blog.co.uk/2005/08/15/i_though_i_d_have_grown_out_of_this_by_n/"/><author><name>hawthorn</name></author><published>2005-08-15T16:07:04+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T16:07:04+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I still don't trust my partner. We've been together about a year now. Every day that goes by, I think 'what's he doing?' or 'who's he with?'&gt; He chats up women on the internet. I know about this and kinda make jokes about it, but it kills me. I can't help thinking he's trawling for someone to f*ck whilst I am not there. We live in different cities. Why can't I grow up and just chuck him?
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