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			<givenName>Tamar</givenName>
			<familyName>Arslanian</familyName>
			<formatted>Tamar Arslanian</formatted>
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		<displayName>I HAVE CAT</displayName>
		<aboutMe>I am a single female Manhattanite, and I Have Cat (s).

I refuse to fall prey to the “Cat Lady” stereotype. I wear my cat-hair-free black clothing like a badge of honor. If you passed me on the street you would never know.

Having a cat is not exactly a dirty little secret. But still. People talk.

People shake their heads and warn that I will never again have good furniture or a man.

Is it true that a 4-legged ball of dander can take down a life so easily?

I’ve set out to discover the truth.  About myself, my feline attachment, and the dog-eat-dog city against which it all goes down.</aboutMe>
		<currentLocation>New York, NY</currentLocation>
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