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		<title>By: rob</title>
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		<description>I had a similar experience just last Friday. Earlier in the evening, I met with an old friend I used to be close to. However, it turned out to be a frustrating experience, as he tended to be closed off and played it safe on the topics, sort of like he was afraid to give his opinion on anything. Immediately afterward, I met with another old friend in a nearby coffee shop, and had a fantastic conversation where we argued over different topics, shared our radical observations on life, and had a very open and honest conversation. Before we knew it, it was 2:30 AM.

It is our connections that add a unique flavor to our experiences. Back in college, most of my friends hung out in the basketball court, and our activities revolved around pickup games. I don&#039;t know what it is about basketball (or sports and games for that matter) that makes connections come easier.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had a similar experience just last Friday. Earlier in the evening, I met with an old friend I used to be close to. However, it turned out to be a frustrating experience, as he tended to be closed off and played it safe on the topics, sort of like he was afraid to give his opinion on anything. Immediately afterward, I met with another old friend in a nearby coffee shop, and had a fantastic conversation where we argued over different topics, shared our radical observations on life, and had a very open and honest conversation. Before we knew it, it was 2:30 AM.</p>
<p>It is our connections that add a unique flavor to our experiences. Back in college, most of my friends hung out in the basketball court, and our activities revolved around pickup games. I don&#8217;t know what it is about basketball (or sports and games for that matter) that makes connections come easier.</p>
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