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	<title>Comments on: The Mystery Of The Spooksound</title>
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		<title>By: MindSpinner &#187; The night I thought the house would explode</title>
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		<dc:creator>MindSpinner &#187; The night I thought the house would explode</dc:creator>
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		<description>[...] Let it be said that a Gillette Mach 3 Turbo razor offers a fine shave.  It is, however, likely to become possessed in the middle of the night.  When I picked my daughter up in the morning from a sleepover, I regaled her with the tale of my adventures. She looked at me and laughed, &#8220;You didn&#8217;t know about the razor? That&#8217;s so funny.&#8221; Imagine my happiness, given the humilation of it all, when I learned that this has happened and produced similar ado, in a heck of a house.  (Yes, when you find you&#8217;ve been duped by technology stealthily incorporated into ordinary things that your children understand and you don&#8217;t, you fancy a bit of company.) [...]</description>
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