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	<title>Comments on: Dreaming of Horses</title>
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		<title>By: erinfimmel</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jun 2010 12:26:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have a real problem with gambling. There is a story.. a close friend of my father was a massive gambler and they had all kinds of financial hardship. Growing up I knew they were hard up, but it was only when I was an adult that my pa told me about the real reasons. This man, this person I thought of as an uncle, is one of the kindest and sweetest people I know. Not the brightest, but a really good man. It kills me that he has lived with this addiction and the problems that it has caused for his family. I don&#39;t gamble - because whenever I do, I just think of him and something inside me... twinges. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Seriously though, I don&#39;t judge other people if they choose to gamble. It&#39;s just when I see others gambling I keep asking myself if they can afford it, if they&#39;re in control. But that&#39;s my problem, I suppose.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have a real problem with gambling. There is a story.. a close friend of my father was a massive gambler and they had all kinds of financial hardship. Growing up I knew they were hard up, but it was only when I was an adult that my pa told me about the real reasons. This man, this person I thought of as an uncle, is one of the kindest and sweetest people I know. Not the brightest, but a really good man. It kills me that he has lived with this addiction and the problems that it has caused for his family. I don&#39;t gamble - because whenever I do, I just think of him and something inside me&#8230; twinges. </p>
<p>Seriously though, I don&#39;t judge other people if they choose to gamble. It&#39;s just when I see others gambling I keep asking myself if they can afford it, if they&#39;re in control. But that&#39;s my problem, I suppose.</p>
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		<title>By: evilbeet</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Jun 2010 16:54:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh my God that is TERRIBLE!!! I would have cried for a week.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh my God that is TERRIBLE!!! I would have cried for a week.</p>
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		<title>By: mc620</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Jun 2010 10:12:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I go to the races with my friends quite frequently here in Australia. I dont bet, so i just go to sit in the sun and start drinking at 11am :) Anyway... My boyfriend, who bets quite frequently, convinced me that i HAD to bet on this horse Lightening because he always seems to do well. Even though I wasnt too impressed about parting with my money I gave in and bet on it cos i had been guaranteed a return. Everything was going well, my horse was winning, I was thinking like you were; "oh this makes it more fun"...until the horse came round to the final straight, broke his pelvis, fell over and died..on the track. They came and put a black tent around him, and then he got taken away. I will never bet again.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I go to the races with my friends quite frequently here in Australia. I dont bet, so i just go to sit in the sun and start drinking at 11am :) Anyway&#8230; My boyfriend, who bets quite frequently, convinced me that i HAD to bet on this horse Lightening because he always seems to do well. Even though I wasnt too impressed about parting with my money I gave in and bet on it cos i had been guaranteed a return. Everything was going well, my horse was winning, I was thinking like you were; &#8220;oh this makes it more fun&#8221;&#8230;until the horse came round to the final straight, broke his pelvis, fell over and died..on the track. They came and put a black tent around him, and then he got taken away. I will never bet again.</p>
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