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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Yes, I was named after thee Abbey Road.Yes, I am british.Yes, my parents were totally unoriginal in naming me.Yes, my hair color is real.</description><title>abbey road</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @abbeybye)</generator><link>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Cuppa Tea || Rowan &amp; Abbey</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://rvandersole.tumblr.com/post/18026005817/cuppa-tea-rowan-abbey"&gt;rvandersole&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Rowan took a sip of his espresso, and made it a point to study Abby over the edge of the cup as she spoke. He couldn’t help but to smile a little; she was amusing. There was something about her mannerisms, and the way she spoke in short snappy sentences, that he found really intriguing. Not to mention how she easily jumped from one topic to the other, picking up on a couple of his words, repeating them, talking more about something else… Seeming almost distraught, and yet making sense. He especially liked her comment about the sun being stronger in California, and realized she was probably right. Rowan had a feeling that all of his observations could help him make  some sense of what she was really like; if only he were able to read  them correctly, which he at the moment had to admit he wasn’t. &lt;em&gt;Maybe material for a song,&lt;/em&gt; he thought.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When she mentioned that Arcadia really wasn’t that bad, he couldn’t help but to chuckle a little in disbelief. She seemed skeptical of his hellhole comment, and he didn’t want to get into a debate with new girl about the pros and cons of living in Arcadia. Noticing the cons might not be easy, especially for someone who had barely scratched the surface when it came to finding out what living there actually meant. But he had to comment on it, even if it was just a sidenote. “Not that bad? Yeah, I guess that depends on who you ask. Some things are better, some worse.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He listened intently as she talked about her mother, and his thoughts instantly wandered off to his own mother, and how awful it would be if she got sick or something were to happen to her. Or to Grace. He would be left alone with his controlling, pompous-ass father. Having to deal with him now was sometimes already bad enough. Not to mention how Grace and his mom were pretty much the only people from his family he truly liked. With the exception of a couple of grandparents. “I’m sorry about your mom”, he said. “Is she better now? I suppose Arcadia works well as a change of environment and climate in comparison to England, even with its flaws. … You &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; from the England part of Great Britain, aren’t you?”&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I think that you&amp;#8217;re just terribly cynical. A cynical little muffin. The bran muffin that no one wanted, so you have to sit alone in the container, waiting for someone to come along at take you.&amp;#8221; She said as she lifted her hand a bit, balling it into a fist, before nodding her head, glancing over at Rowan. &amp;#8220;I imagine bran muffins to be cynical little creatures inside my head. I really, very much dislike bran. If you couldn&amp;#8217;t tell. In any form&amp;#8230; muffin, flakes. It&amp;#8217;s disgusting, tastes like tree bark. No one should be allowed to digest that, if I could take matters into my own hands bran would not exist anymore.&amp;#8221; Abbey murmured, as she nodded her head in a matter of fact kind of way, before lifting her tea up off of the table again, taking a tiny sip. &amp;#8220;Still too hot.&amp;#8221; She said, as she placed it back down on the table, leaning her body against the arm rest of the chair. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Abbey shrugged a bit as he apologized for her mother, like every other person did, as if saying that they were sorry would have changed anything. As if they had time to go back into the past and make her better; she knew that would never happen. &amp;#8220;Saying sorry isn&amp;#8217;t going to change anything. Anyway, it isn&amp;#8217;t your fault, it isn&amp;#8217;t anyones fault.&amp;#8221; She said with a soft smile, as she nodded her head at his next question. &amp;#8220;She&amp;#8217;s getting better, better than she was before. I think she just needed a change of scenery, somewhere that she could relax. We all needed it though.&amp;#8221; Abbey murmured, there was only so much time that she could have spent taking care of her mother, without starting to lose any bit of sanity left. Her father must have felt the same way, because before she knew it, they were packing up their bags and on their way to Arcadia. &amp;#8220;Yes, I am from the England part.&amp;#8221; She said with a laugh, shaking her head slowly at him. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18056268823</link><guid>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18056268823</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 23:57:25 -0500</pubDate><category>cuppatea</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzroossKhI1r5dgupo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18037007661</link><guid>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18037007661</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 18:54:03 -0500</pubDate><category>self</category><category>matt smith your face is perfect</category></item><item><title>Hello everyone. </title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzrfuyV9kr1rpmufco1_250.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello everyone. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18024681356</link><guid>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18024681356</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 15:35:22 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Working on a new song.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://rvandersole.tumblr.com/post/18021624867/working-on-a-new-song"&gt;rvandersole&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18021590034/working-on-a-new-song"&gt;abbeybye&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://rvandersole.tumblr.com/post/18021541813/working-on-a-new-song"&gt;rvandersole&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Well… At least in this case I’m not really sure what else there is to think about.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I like thinking. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;By all means, think on, then.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Thank you.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18021644228</link><guid>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18021644228</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 14:34:13 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Working on a new song.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://rvandersole.tumblr.com/post/18021541813/working-on-a-new-song"&gt;rvandersole&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Well… At least in this case I’m not really sure what else there is to think about.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I like thinking. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18021590034</link><guid>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18021590034</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 14:33:03 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Working on a new song.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://rvandersole.tumblr.com/post/18021405695/working-on-a-new-song"&gt;rvandersole&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Sometimes thinking is unnecessary.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Really&amp;#8230; I don&amp;#8217;t think so.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18021445874</link><guid>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18021445874</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 14:29:55 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Working on a new song.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://rvandersole.tumblr.com/post/18020287833/working-on-a-new-song"&gt;rvandersole&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Well, at least you know now, so you can stop thinking.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;No. Now I have even more to think about. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18021370252</link><guid>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18021370252</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 14:28:15 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Working on a new song.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://rvandersole.tumblr.com/post/18020071093/working-on-a-new-song"&gt;rvandersole&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Didn’t you just figure it out, though? Why the headache?&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Too much thinking to get to this. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18020129061</link><guid>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18020129061</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 14:01:15 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Cuppa Tea || Rowan &amp; Abbey</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://rvandersole.tumblr.com/post/18012080744/cuppa-tea-rowan-abbey"&gt;rvandersole&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much for a hello,&lt;/em&gt; Rowan thought as Abbey swept in like a whirlwind of red hair and sat down on the chair next to him, immediately zoning in on the cup of tea he had already ordered for her. “Ah, She-Who-Loves-Mondays. You’re welcome, by the way. Consider the tea a peace offering for the whole Polly Pocket thing. Earl Grey was your flavor of choice, wasn’t it?” He gave himself a moment to study her. Fiery red hair and green eyes, skin much lighter than the tanned faces he normally saw in Arcadia. It was a beautiful combination.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Rowan had hoped she would make more sense to him when he actually met her, but just looking at her gave him nothing. Somehow interpreting her facial expression was almost impossible. And he was usually relatively good at reading people; one of the only real uses his father’s teaches about politics and media behavior had given him so far. He couldn’t help but laugh at her comment about the heat, however. “And yeah, it’s always this hot here. Did you expect something else of California? In any case, you should consider buying a bottle of sun lotion. I can’t imagine that red hair of yours will make it any easier to avoid getting a sunburn.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Suddenly Rowan didn’t know what else to say. He didn’t usually have any trouble when it came to discussions with people. All he knew was that he damn well hoped she actually like the tea, what with the stupid promise about it being the best cuppa ever that he had made. He never drank the stuff himself, so he didn’t exactly have any idea what good tea was supposed to taste like. Rowan decided it was better not to focus too much on the tea, just in case. Besides, his curiosity was starting to get the best of him. “How’d you end up in Arcadia of all places anyways? I mean, there are nicer hellholes than this one.”&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Abbey blinked a few times, listening to his reply to her, wondering if he was being serious or not. Furrowing her eyebrows together, as she leaned back into the leather chair; her mind began to instantly wander. Why would a place like California have leather chairs? So you could get all warm and stick to them&amp;#8230; that wasn&amp;#8217;t something she was terribly fond of. When she heard Rowan stop talking, she snapped back into her brain, turning her head to look over at him. &amp;#8220;Oh yes, Polly Pocket.&amp;#8221; She murmured as she nodded her head, before leaning forward, picking up the cup off of the table. &amp;#8220;Earl Grey, sometimes. Sometimes others, depends on the day. The situation.&amp;#8221; Abbey said as she titled her head to the side, blowing on the hot tea. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Chuckling, she shook her head quickly, before setting the tea down onto the table again, avoiding spilling it all over herself. &amp;#8220;Of course I didn&amp;#8217;t expect anything different.&amp;#8221; Abbey said as she bit her bottom lip, trying to think of what she actually expected when coming to California. &amp;#8220;I guess I just expected it not to be so&amp;#8230; I don&amp;#8217;t know. The sun here feels different, it&amp;#8217;s stronger.&amp;#8221; She wasn&amp;#8217;t completely sure if that was true or not, perhaps the sun was stronger in the US? It wasn&amp;#8217;t something she was actually going to take the time to look into, she was sure that he understood what she meant. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Raising an eyebrow, she wondered to herself why he called Arcadia such names, there didn&amp;#8217;t seem to be anything wrong in her eyes. &amp;#8220;It&amp;#8217;s not that bad here.&amp;#8221; Abbey murmured, as she pushed her hair out of her face, before shrugging slightly. &amp;#8220;My mum, she&amp;#8217;s sick. Or, she was sick.&amp;#8221; She said with a nod, &amp;#8220;My parents wanted to move, find somewhere a bit different. A bit more relaxing, where they could just lay around in the sun and do nothing all day. So, we&amp;#8217;re here now.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18020107155</link><guid>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18020107155</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 14:00:47 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Working on a new song.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://rvandersole.tumblr.com/post/18020003487/working-on-a-new-song"&gt;rvandersole&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Still confused?&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I have a headache, now.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18020044589</link><guid>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18020044589</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 13:59:24 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Working on a new song.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://rvandersole.tumblr.com/post/18019878496/working-on-a-new-song"&gt;rvandersole&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I told you I already told you what you wanted to know, so hey.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzrbba00lh1r7gyus.gif"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18019960573</link><guid>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18019960573</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 13:57:30 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Working on a new song.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://rvandersole.tumblr.com/post/18019731911/working-on-a-new-song"&gt;rvandersole&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The full truth was in there. But it was kind of hidden. Just take another look at what I wrote and maybe you’ll figure it out.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;What&amp;#8230; the fact that you&amp;#8217;re writing a song about me?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18019813778</link><guid>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18019813778</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 13:54:16 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Working on a new song.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://rvandersole.tumblr.com/post/18019626629/working-on-a-new-song"&gt;rvandersole&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18019604571/working-on-a-new-song"&gt;abbeybye&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://rvandersole.tumblr.com/post/18019580660/working-on-a-new-song"&gt;rvandersole&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;But I already told you what you wanted to know!&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;But it wasn’t really the truth, I could tell. Not the full truth anyway. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;What do you think the truth is, then?&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m not sure, but it isn&amp;#8217;t that. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18019672717</link><guid>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18019672717</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 13:51:07 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Working on a new song.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://rvandersole.tumblr.com/post/18019580660/working-on-a-new-song"&gt;rvandersole&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;But I already told you what you wanted to know!&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;But it wasn&amp;#8217;t really the truth, I could tell. Not the full truth anyway. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18019604571</link><guid>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18019604571</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 13:49:37 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Working on a new song.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://rvandersole.tumblr.com/post/18019494542/working-on-a-new-song"&gt;rvandersole&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Yeah, I kind of realized that on my own.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;You should work a bit harder. &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Work a bit harder with what exactly?&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;With your excuses as to why you can&amp;#8217;t tell people things. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18019551312</link><guid>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18019551312</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 13:48:25 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Working on a new song.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://rvandersole.tumblr.com/post/18019422497/working-on-a-new-song"&gt;rvandersole&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Yeah, I kind of realized that on my own.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;You should work a bit harder. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18019472545</link><guid>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18019472545</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 13:46:39 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Working on a new song.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://rvandersole.tumblr.com/post/18019282646/working-on-a-new-song"&gt;rvandersole&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Yeah. It was a bad example because that song actually happens to be about a real person. My point still stands, however, shitty examples not withstanding.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;You&amp;#8217;re not doing very well.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18019377382</link><guid>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18019377382</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 13:44:30 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Working on a new song.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://rvandersole.tumblr.com/post/18019177483/working-on-a-new-song"&gt;rvandersole&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Well… Take Coldplay’s Green Eyes, for example. It seems like it’s about a person, doesn’t it? But the guy who wrote the song might not have had a specific person he knows in real life in mind while he wrote it. So the song is about a fictional person. Does that make any sense?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And thank you for the vote of confidence. I can only hope it won’t end up shit.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I always thought that was about Gwyneth Paltrow?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18019231823</link><guid>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18019231823</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 13:41:19 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Working on a new song.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://rvandersole.tumblr.com/post/18019001543/working-on-a-new-song"&gt;rvandersole&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;It’s difficult to explain.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;m sure it&amp;#8217;ll still be good, even if I don&amp;#8217;t understand it. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18019042508</link><guid>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18019042508</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 13:37:03 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Working on a new song.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://rvandersole.tumblr.com/post/18018866226/working-on-a-new-song"&gt;rvandersole&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Okay then. The song could be about just anyone, really. Like you. Or someone else. I don’t usually have anyone specific in mind.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;So&amp;#8230; a song about a person&amp;#8230; but no one is specific? I don&amp;#8217;t get it. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18018930112</link><guid>http://abbeybye.tumblr.com/post/18018930112</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Feb 2012 13:34:30 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
