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		<title>Parasites</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Aug 2011 13:31:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Do you realize how many species out there procreate when the female eats the male? Enough to scare me silly. I&#8217;m talking sapient species, even ones we have treaties with. They make our praying mantises and our black widows look tame.&#8221; &#8211; Attribution: A soberer, wiser me. Check that. I probably wasn&#8217;t any more sober. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Harpies on the Roof</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jul 2011 04:55:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Nobody wakes up in the morning expecting to find a flock of harpies perched on their roof &#8211; at least nobody in Dunwoody. If there&#8217;s one thing I&#8217;ve learned, though, it&#8217;s that life doesn&#8217;t give a shit for your expectations. &#8220;Carlos!&#8221; &#8220;Carlos!&#8221; &#8220;Carlos!&#8221; I practically gave a shit myself, right there on the balcony, that [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lady Wolf and her Little Lambs</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Jun 2011 05:08:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She walks among us, strolling lazily through the pasture while we skitter out of her way. We crowd up around the edges of the pasture or stand among the natural bluestone battlements jutting out of the hillside, and we watch her. We murmur, but we keep our voices down on account of her sharp ears. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Tunnel of Love</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2009 15:48:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160; Charybdis woke from her slumber &#8211; a deep slumber of several weeks &#8211; to the sound of gentle lapping reverberating in her water. It wasn&#8217;t the constant slush of the tide against the rocks of her sea cave, nor the winter sound of the surface freezing and cracking, and not even the splashing of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>With a Side of Cheeseburgers 3</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 03:17:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Then she shook her head &#8211; &#8220;Oh, never mind!&#8221; &#8211; and before Ryan knew what had happened, he saw the ceiling spin above him, and he was flat on his back in the middle of her bed. The cushion sank around him as her knees dug in on either side of his head, and then [...]]]></description>
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		<title>With a Side of Cheeseburgers 2</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 03:16:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[- Her breath smelled heavily of cheeseburgers now &#8211; of grease and cheese and salt and onions and tomatoes &#8211; but even with the undertone of meat Ryan didn&#8217;t mind one bit. It came out heavy and hastily as she kissed him. Her kissing style was anything but restrained &#8211; it was noisy, and wet, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>With a Side of Cheeseburgers 1</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 03:16:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ryan hustled into the bathroom as quickly as the heavy door would let him, and was unzipping his fly even before he&#8217;d reached the urinal. He fell against the wall above the flush handle and let out a long-held sigh of relief as an uncharacteristic flood streamed out of him and down the porcelain wall. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Caracois</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2009 01:08:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The basso profundo horns sounded in the distance, echoing through the jungle valleys. There was no rest from the horns any more, not even in the daylight. That the jungle was silent besides only made the trumpeting more unsettling; except for the rustle of the the wind in the upper levels of the canopy, there [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Better Off Dead &#8211; 3</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 04:01:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She reached over to the side of the bed, and I don&#8217;t know what she did, but a moment later the locked door opened and the two ewe sheep came in with a box. The cow scooped me up as easily as if I were a child, and held me to her chest while the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Better Off Dead &#8211; 2</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[- Things went quickly after that. They Customer Service agent who picked up the phone had deep, smokey, feminine voice that I imagined belonged to some tropical alligator. She was efficient on the phone and very professional. I tried to get her to stop calling me sir, but she laughingly insisted. Once I told her [...]]]></description>
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