The Economics of Microfinance

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  1. ChrissyMarch 29, 2009 at 2:01 AM

    Oh, I forgot! The DA. She had a lot to talk about back in the States. Can you see me from here?

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  2. J BreezyMarch 29, 2009 at 5:16 AM

    Pill, you bulking up down there? Looks like some protein powder in the background. If you want some tips on shoulder workouts let me know.

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  3. UnknownMarch 29, 2009 at 5:07 PM

    Jambo, Pat and Little Pat! Roos just sent me the link to your blog. I am WAY impressed and rooting for you guys! I just got back from a week working in the slums in Nairobi and trust me, I can relate. Sounds very, very similar to Uganda. Keep writing and making me feel like a complete lame ass for working in an office building.

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