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	<title>Merriton</title>
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	<description>Twelve hours from San Francisco.</description>
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		<title>You know, it woulda been two years?</title>
		<description>"You know, it woulda been two years?" Randy was annoyed that Samson wasn't paying attention. As soon as he got back to his computer, he was going to send a detailed email to him. "I know, Samson. Now listen. I gave Elvis a key and he'll check on it to ...</description>
		<link>http://www.merriton.us/2009/06/17/you-know-it-woulda-been-two-years/</link>
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		<title>She doesn&#8217;t have Anorexia, you moron!</title>
		<description>"She doesn't have Anorexia, you moron! She has Exercise Bulimia. They're completely different!" Samson could tell that Random was frustrated with the condescending tone of the doctor, but the physician continued, "Both disorders have an anorexic effect on the body, causing muscle tissue to be damaged, in particular, the heart."

While ...</description>
		<link>http://www.merriton.us/2009/06/10/she-doesnt-have-anorexia-you-moron/</link>
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		<title>Want to know what I found out, Old Man?!</title>
		<description>"Want to know what I found out, Old Man?!" Elvis opened the door to Sierra's screeching. Vesta came up behind him, and he felt like he should protect her from the emaciated anger. Sierra pushed past him, not waiting for an invitation inside. She stomped past Vesta into the kitchen, ...</description>
		<link>http://www.merriton.us/2009/06/03/want-to-know-what-i-found-out-old-man/</link>
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		<title>Thank you for meeting with me</title>
		<description>"Thank you for meeting with me." The blonde woman was angular and painfully thin. Just seeing her sad, gaunt face made Bill want to eat. A strange growling in his stomach rumbled and the scent of Chili's baby back ribs made his mouth water.

The hostess seated the two of them. ...</description>
		<link>http://www.merriton.us/2009/05/27/thank-you-for-meeting-with-me/</link>
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		<title>One more mile</title>
		<description>"One more mile," Sierra thought to herself. The screen on the treadmill read four miles. If she ran one more mile, it would be enough. A nice, easy run to calm her down before Randy noticed that she was gone.

Why did it feel so much better when her legs were ...</description>
		<link>http://www.merriton.us/2009/05/15/one-more-mile/</link>
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		<title>Why don&#8217;t we all go for a walk?</title>
		<description>"Why don't we all go for a walk?" Sierra held the front door open for Samson, but he wouldn't come in. The question felt like a trap to her. If she agreed too quickly, he'd carp on her running. If she didn't take him up on the offer, he'd assume ...</description>
		<link>http://www.merriton.us/2009/05/13/why-dont-we-all-go-for-a-walk/</link>
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		<title>Was it a success?</title>
		<description>"Was it a success?" The sun felt good on James' face, but he couldn't quite shake the feeling that the Cowboy Think Tank was a colossal failure. The only projects that got any funding were Tank's and Curly's and Randy was the one fronting the money. None of the other ...</description>
		<link>http://www.merriton.us/2009/05/06/was-it-a-success/</link>
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		<title>It was like someone flipped a switch</title>
		<description>It was like someone flipped a switch and suddenly the mountain went from winter to summer with no spring in between. The Thunder Brothers planted their corn and alfalfa. Mountain bikers furtively sneaked their bikes into the park only to be turned away by Roscoe and Samson when found. And ...</description>
		<link>http://www.merriton.us/2009/04/29/it-was-like-someone-flipped-a-switch/</link>
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		<title>So what do you think?</title>
		<description>"So what do you think?" Randy had finally gotten Guy alone. When the other VCs were around, Guy was tight-lipped or downright obtuse, so Randy couldn't get a straight answer. Now they were alone in the resort bar, Randy hopped he could get some feedback. 

Guy was a hard guy ...</description>
		<link>http://www.merriton.us/2009/04/22/so-what-do-you-think/</link>
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		<title>This isn&#8217;t Ignite. This is the Cowboy Think Tank.</title>
		<description>"This isn't Ignite. This is the Cowboy Think Tank." Randy was on the phone with yet another VC interested in the Cowboy Think Tank. He had been squawking about signing the NDA that Sierra had written up for the event. "These people are presenting ideas for businesses. All of them ...</description>
		<link>http://www.merriton.us/2009/04/15/this-isnt-ignite-this-is-the-cowboy-think-tank/</link>
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