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<pubDate>Mon, 13 Feb 2012 21:01:37 -0600</pubDate>
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	<title>pepelman</title>
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    <description>   He  put  the  gun back into the bureau drawer and shut the drawer.
   No,  not  that  way.  Louise wouldn't suffer. It was very important
that   this   thing   have,   above  all  duration.  Duration  through
imagination. How to prolong the suffering? How, first of all, to bring
it about? Well.
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	<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 05:03:03 -0500</pubDate>
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	<title>doraman</title>
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    <description>   Now,  the house was silent with preparation. And just a little more
than that.
   Louise  had  managed to be in every other room save the room he was
in  today.  It  was her very fine way of intimating, Oh look Mich, see
how  busy  I am! So busy that when you walk into a room I'm in there's
always  something  I  need  to do in another room!... &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.aeonity.com/lemanio/doraman&quot; title=&quot;Read More&quot;&gt;Read More&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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	<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 05:02:16 -0500</pubDate>
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	<title>rivera</title>
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    <description>There was a water
tub  in  the centre of the living room, waiting, with a sack of apples
nearby,  for  dunking  to begin. All that was needed was the catalyst,
the  impouring  of children, to start the apples bobbing, the srtinged
apples  to penduluming in the crowded doors, the sweets to vanish, the
halls to echo with fright or delight, it wa... &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.aeonity.com/lemanio/rivera&quot; title=&quot;Read More&quot;&gt;Read More&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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	<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 05:01:17 -0500</pubDate>
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