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  <pubDate>Sat, 05 May 2012 13:38:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Where Have You Been?</title>
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  <description>&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re late... As usual.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Oh hey, Elen! Yeah, sorry about that... I ...What&amp;#39;s wrong?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s wrong he says... Isn&amp;#39;t it obvious? You&amp;#39;ve been gone for weeks! Where have you been?!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Aww, come on, babe... You know that I&amp;#39;ve been out working...&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Working where? Why can&amp;#39;t you ever tell me?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;W-well... You know I can&amp;#39;t do that... My work...&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;I know, I know... Your work isn&amp;#39;t safe and you&amp;#39;re trying to protect me... I wish you would find another line of work....&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;You know I can&amp;#39;t do that... This is the only thing I&amp;#39;m good at. Plus it&amp;#39;s...&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s the second best thrill in the world. You&amp;#39;ve told me... I just wish you&amp;#39;d find a new thrill... Do you know how much I worry about you every day?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, I know... And I appreciate that... but really... You don&amp;#39;t have to worry about me. I&amp;#39;ll be fine. I&amp;#39;ve always ended up fine.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;What about that time when-&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, that scar healed up pretty quickly anyway...&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;I guess so... Umm... Kinu...&amp;quot; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;What?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re not going out to... you know...&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;What...? Oh! Oh, no! Why would I do that?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Well...&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Look babe,think about it... Why would I do that to the number one girl in the world?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;...You really mean that?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Of course I do! Now, come on, Let&amp;#39;s have some dinner... I&amp;#39;m starved!&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, are you going to cook today?&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Ha, ha! Fine, I&amp;#39;ll try it... Just be ready with that fire extingusher!&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m always ready to help you...&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Yeah, I know...&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 28 Apr 2012 21:07:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My Gaming Experience With My Cousins</title>
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  <description>&lt;div&gt;So today there was a suprise party for my dad&amp;#39;s recent retirement. His side of the family came over for the party, including my two male cousins and one girl cousin. I won&amp;#39;t include their names here becuase... well... internet... but I will try and recite what occured as I tried to entertain the three with my PS2. These aren&amp;#39;t exactly in order because my brain likes to scramble stuff, but it&amp;#39;s still mostly accurate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;X-Men Legends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was one of the first games I let the two boys play. I thought they&amp;#39;d be able to cooperate and even get somewhere as a team. I was wrong. After learning of the little one&amp;#39;s compulsion to press any button he sees, and a short span of time where only the older one got to play, the two finally got to start on the first mission. Once they realised which way to go and encoutntered enemies for the first time... things looked fine... Then the little one fell off a cliff. I still don&amp;#39;t think he realized that he died (probably because the game swiches you to another character at death). At any rate they couldn&amp;#39;t get past the next batch of enemies and were soon destroyed. Next game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SSX 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SSX 3 was a bit later in the line up, but I thought it would work since almost no button presses. Didn&amp;#39;t work out either. I mean, the older one seemed to have fun. And now that I think about it... thee little one seemed to as well even though he lost each time... Did he know that he was losing? I&amp;#39;m not sure... After a while they got bored of that game and wanted to move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sly 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This wasn&amp;#39;t my best selection for a choise of game, but I was running out of options on their selection of games so I went with it. One of the first modes they tried out was Cops and Robbers, which had the older one mulling around lost as Sly and had the little one drowning Carmelita over and over again. Then they tried Biplane Duel. Same result, exept Carmelita was run into the ground multiple times. Then came Hackathon, which the older one tried a bit of but the little one didn&amp;#39;t do anything at all... Odd... Finally they trie dGalleon Duel, which had them both sail past each other and jump off their boats multiple times. I tried to tell them what the buttons and objectives were... I guess they didn&amp;#39;t hear me. Anyway, next game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DOA2 Hardcore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I... don&amp;#39;t... know... I have no idea what possessed me to let them play this game. I guess I thought that since it was a fighting game, all they had to do was press buttons randomly to have a good time? Which they did, in fact even the girl decided to join in and play, ... but then I realized that I had inadvertently exposed them to scantily dressed women with ehnanced &amp;#39;jiggle&amp;#39; physics. They also called Zack a faggot. Interesting... and slightly disturbing... but not nearly distrubing as the story about rapist the older one started telling me while the girl played in his stead. That was weird... Also, for some reason the little one refused to give up his controller at any point during play. I guess he thought he wasn&amp;#39;t going to get it back...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Armored Core 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was one of the last games they played. I thought it&amp;#39;d be too hard, but they wanted to play something else so I loaded it up. The two proceeto wander around, not shoot at each other, and end up falling into deep space... Fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, it was a pretty interesting expereince letting the two play my games. It makes me apprecciate growing up and being able to understand complex games. It also helps me appreciate not having kids that might break my system by turing the game console off improperly. Either way, it wasn&amp;#39;t that bad.&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2012 19:15:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hold Still!</title>
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  <description>Kinu stared up in fear at the massive dragon that stood before him. He could almost see his reflection in its shimmering scales. &amp;quot;Who dares disturb my slumber!?&amp;quot; said the dragon in a loud voice that demanded the attention of all who heard it. The rat man seemed to freeze in place, his tail twitching nervously behind him. &amp;quot;A giant rat?&amp;quot; said the dragon, staring down at Kinu with its piercing red eyes. &amp;quot;No matter. Whatever you are you have trespassed for the last time!&amp;quot; With that, the dragon quickly lowered its head and opened its mouth wide in an attempt to eat the rat in one swift motion. Kinu finally regained control of his body and rolled swiftly to the right of the dragon&amp;#39;s mouth, evading the attack. Undaunted, the dragon snapped its mouth at Kinu again, this time targeting his head and trying to rip it from his shoulders. Kinu rolled again, this time to the left, with the speed and grace of an acrobat. The dragon tried to eat the rodent one more time, but Kinu jumped backward and out of the way of its mouth. &amp;quot;Hold still, you cowardly creature!&amp;quot; growled the dragon, its voice betraying its annoyance. Kinu saw this as an opportunity and quickly reached into his backpack for his pistol. Whipping it out, he fired three shots toward the dragon&amp;#39;s chest, piercing its hide. The rat man smirked as the dragon winced in pain. The dragon roared loudly at Kinu, its breath smelling of a thousand fires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinu began running circles around the creature, firing his gun at it. The dragon slammed its tail into his chest as the rat came around its backside, sending him flying into the cave wall. He was stunned from the impact of the attack, and dropped his weapon while trying to regain his senses. The dragon grinned menacingly and moved toward Kinu, its every step making the ground quake softly. Kinu shook his head clear and looked up at the dragon. He tried to point his gun at the beast&amp;#39;s head, but all he had was an empty hand. The dragon grabbed Kinu in its claw and lifted him into the air. Kinu struggled for air as the dragon tried to squeeze the life right out of him. The rodent man reaches a free hand into his backpack as the dragon&amp;#39;s head loomed closer. The dragon opened its mouth wide to bite down on Kinu&amp;#39;s head. Kinu suddenly pulled out a bunch of smoke bombs from his backpack and threw them into the dragons mouth. They all exploded into smoke simultaneously, causing the dragon to choke. It let go of Kinu, who landed in a heap on the ground. The dragon coughed and coughed as the smoke continually bellowed out of its mouth and nose. Kinu got up onto his hands and knees, gasping for air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the dragon struggled to breathe, Kinu reached into his backpack and pulled out a long rope. &amp;nbsp;He tied one end of it around a nearby boulder while the dragon regained its breath. After tying the rope to the boulder, Kinu began running directly towards the dragon. The dragon responded by trying to slam down on Kinu with its massive claw. The strike just barely missed Kinu as he ran by. Kinu began to run around the dragon&amp;#39;s legs, weaving to and fro like an evasive fly while still carrying the rope with him. The dragon stomped and slammed its claws into the earth, trying to squash the humanoid rodent. Once Kinu had finished weaving through its legs, he ran to the other side of the dragon and tied the other end of the rope around another boulder. The dragon roared as it saw the rodent kneel down to do so. &amp;quot;Fool!&amp;quot; it shouted. &amp;quot;You have left yourself wide open! Now I will strike you down!&amp;quot; It started to raise its claw to strike down on the rodent, but soon found that he was unable to move. It looked down to see that all of its limbs were tied down by the rope. It tried to lift its leg, but ended up falling to his side. Kinu couldn&amp;#39;t help but laugh at the dragon&amp;#39;s predicament. As the dragon continued to struggle with the rope, Kinu ran further into the cave to find the treasure within.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 Sep 2011 01:29:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Move It, Monster!</title>
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  <description>Kinu looked down into the deep ocean before him. His bare toes dug into the wooden plank beneath him. He heard a commanding voice behind him. &amp;quot;Move it, monster!&amp;quot; He felt the prodding of a sword against his back. Kinu would attack the poking human if his hands wern&amp;#39;t tied. &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re not really going to get rid of me like this, are you?&amp;quot; pleaded Kinu. &amp;quot;Can&amp;#39;t we just talk about this?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;The time for talk ended after you killed one of my crew! Now you pay the price!&amp;quot; A resounding cry of agreement came from the rest of the humans watching. Kinu sighed and turned back to the ocean depths before him. &amp;quot;Well, I guess there&amp;#39;s only one thing left to do...&amp;quot; said the rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinu&amp;#39;s tail suddenly sprung to life and wrapped around the human&amp;#39;s sword. He yanked it from his hands and used it to slice the rope that bound his hands. The human captain, infuriated by this, began to pull his gun. Kinu responded quickly by tackling the human, bringing them both crashing onto the deck. Kinu rolled off of the captain, grabbing his gun and pointing it at the human. He laughed. &amp;quot;Oh, man. You should see the look on your face. Didn&amp;#39;t see that coming, did you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinu heard something moving behind him and managed to barely dodged the swipe of a sword from behind. He turned to fire at the attacker, but then he realized that he was surrounded. A surge of fear went through him, giving the human captain enough of an opening to kick Kinu&amp;#39;s legs out from under him, causing him to fall on his tail. Soon he was surrounded by swords and guns, all pointed directly at his neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;You didn&amp;#39;t see that comin&amp;#39; either, did ja?&amp;quot; said the captain while his crew glowered at the rodent. &amp;quot;Now... Move it, Monster!&amp;quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Sep 2011 16:11:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Last Run Part 3</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt; &lt;span lang=&quot;&quot;&gt;Kinu felt pain all over his body as he blinked awake. All he saw was darkness. He could smell dust in the air and felt himself lying on something soft. He began fumbling around blindly in his backpack as his eyes tried to adjust to the low light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;&quot;&gt; Finally he found his lighter and switched it on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The dim light revealed that he had fallen into the basement. All around him he found old abandoned items. Large trunks and boxes covered in dust and cobwebs. He had landed on a dusty couch that looked like it had been chewed on and ripped apart by a large dog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span lang=&quot;&quot;&gt;Kinu tried to sit up, but the pain surged through his body. He must have sprained something. He sighed and stared at the dust covered room around him. He was either going to have to wait for the police to find him, or painfully find a way out on his own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span lang=&quot;&quot;&gt;Kinu sighed again. He couldn&amp;#39;t just sit here and wait for the cops. He decided to try and make his way out on his own. He tried sitting up again, biting his teeth at the sharp pain it caused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span lang=&quot;&quot;&gt;Kinu laid back down and turned off the lighter, considering just staying put for a while... He was hidden rather well amongst all the odds and ends. Plus, he had food and water already packed in his bag, just in case something like this happened. He decided to wait... at least until the pain started to go away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Sep 2011 17:08:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Last Run Part 2</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt; &lt;span lang=&quot;&quot;&gt;Kinu hurried up the rotted stairs as the police chased after him. He climbed the steps faster and faster, until one door was left to him. He charged through the door with his shoulder and bolted to the other side. As he continued to run, his heart raced inside his chest when he saw that his path ended at the edge of a rooftop. He slid to a halt and nearly fell down to the busy street below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span lang=&quot;&quot;&gt;He could hear the cops clamber up to the top of the stairs behind him. He&amp;nbsp;looked back to see them&amp;nbsp;start to surround him, guns drawn and ready to fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;quot;Just relax, man,&amp;quot; said the black rat officer. &amp;quot;No one wants to hurt you. Just put the gun down and-&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Shut up!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Kinu screamed. He tried to think&amp;nbsp;of someway out.&amp;nbsp;No way he could fight his way through so many cops. Surrender wasn&amp;#39;t an option either. The fall to the street below was far too long to survive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Just drop the bag and put your hands over your head!&amp;quot; said a large, brown, bear officer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinu was trapped. His heart pounded in his chest and his palms became sweaty and moist. His tail twitched as if it were electrified and his back hair stood on end. He wished he could be somewhere dark and safe, where he could hide from everything...&lt;p&gt; &lt;span lang=&quot;&quot;&gt;Kinu&amp;#39;s dilemma was interrupted when the floor began to crack beneath him. Before he could try to run, the rickety rooftop shattered underneath his feet. He dropped straight through, screaming the whole way down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;His shouts were heard echoing from the hole as more snapping noises signaled the breaking of more floors beneath him. The police ran down the steps to find where he had fallen and avoid sharing his fate, but all that was left was a pile of rubble on the bottom floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one heard form Kinu again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2011 18:32:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Last Run</title>
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  <description>...Kinu ran for his life. He ran faster than he ever knew he could. He could hear the feral dogs&amp;#39; barking get closer and closer. He wrapped his tail around his waist, just before one&amp;nbsp;of the canines tried&amp;nbsp;to snap&amp;nbsp;its jaws&amp;nbsp;onto it. Realizing the danger, Kinu stopped and turned to attack the pursuing dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reached into his backpack, pulling out his pistol and firing at one of the dogs. It howled in pain as the bullets pierced its bones, bringing its chase to an end. Its fellow canine, however, was able to knock Kinu to the ground with a thud before he could fire again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rat-man struggled to keep his arm pressed against the dogs neck as it tried to maul his face. The dog&amp;#39;s saliva dripped from its mighty fangs and onto Kinu&amp;#39;s cheek as it chomped at the air in front of him. Kinu used his free hand to pull a knife from the bottom of his backpack, and&amp;nbsp;then thrust it into the dogs neck. A yelp escaped from the dog&amp;#39;s throat before it collapsed to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinu panted for&amp;nbsp;only a&amp;nbsp;moment before he scrambled to his feet and continued to run towards an abandoned building as the shouts of the pursuers came closer...</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 04 Jun 2011 23:31:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>100 Drabbles - 5 - Ice</title>
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  <description>&amp;quot;Kinu, what are you doing?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Nothing...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;...Why is there a... Did you spill your water again?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;No. I drank... I drank it all up!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Then why is there a dark spot on the floor?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I dunno... Ice was there before...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Sweety, ice melts if you leave it out like that...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;But... but the fan was blowin on it!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;A fan isn&apos;t cold enough to keep the ice from melting...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;But... but the fan&apos;s cold! Look... The fan&apos;s cold!...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;It has to stay in the freezer... Or in a cup.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mmm... Can I... Can I play in the freezer?&amp;rdquo;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 04 Jun 2011 22:47:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>100 Drabbles - 4 - Float</title>
  <author>zander490</author>
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  <description>&lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;The victim was found floating down the river on South side...&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;It was? ...Aw, shoot...&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Do you know something about it?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Huh? No! Why would I?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;-------------------------&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;The victim was found floating down the river on South side...&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Grrr... What killed him?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Don&apos;t know. They&apos;re still fishing him out.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Well, tell them to hurry up! We haven&apos;t got all day!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;-------------------------&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;The victim was found floating down the river on South side...&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Have they discovered his identity?&amp;rdquo; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;No... I do not think anyone knows.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;&lt;font face=&quot;Arial, sans-serif&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Good. We are safe...&amp;rdquo;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 27 Feb 2011 22:14:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>My first post</title>
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