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      <title><![CDATA[Applied Human Conduct Review — Monthly Newsletter No. 0002 — October 2026: Counting Everyone In]]></title>
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      <pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <description><![CDATA[After a naming ceremony at the community hall on our street last Saturday, the older women began stacking the plastic chairs, as they always do. A girl of about seven wanted to help, but the chairs were taller than she was. One of the women did not send her away. She gave her a job instead: "You count. Tell us when we reach one hundred and twenty." So the girl stood by the wall and counted every chair out loud as it went onto the pile, and the women, who could have finished faster without her, slowed down a little so that she would not lose her place.]]></description>
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      <title><![CDATA[Applied Human Conduct Review — Monthly Newsletter No. 0001 — September 2026: Leaving the Door Open]]></title>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2026 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <description><![CDATA[On the tram last week, a young man stood up to offer an older woman a hand with her shopping bags. They were the heavy kind, the sort that cut into your fingers. "Oh no, no, I'm quite all right," she said, "I wouldn't want to trouble you." He nodded politely and started to sit down again. Then she looked at the bags, looked at him, and said, "Well, if you really don't mind." He was on his feet before she had finished the sentence.]]></description>
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