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		<title>By: Online Literature &#124; Dark Sky Magazine</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Jul 2010 09:02:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[[...] &#8211; Two people go into a coffee shop every day. They’re young, done with college, or almost done with it. Doesn’t matter. They both have jobs, and, it doesn’t matter either, how much money they make. The girl orders a tea latte. Guy orders a cappuccino. He likes it dry, to savor the espresso. They sit at a different seat, every day. Sometimes at the couch, sometimes by the window. Other times, at the back. They know all the employees, but their favorite quit a year ago. They still see that person anyway, for drinks and stuff. Shooting pool. Okay. Today, it’s sunny. Very California. The two get to the coffee shop, order, take a seat—and talk about what they talk about, every day: Death. &#8212; Benzon Ray Barbin in The Whistling Fire  [...]]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] &#8211; Two people go into a coffee shop every day. They’re young, done with college, or almost done with it. Doesn’t matter. They both have jobs, and, it doesn’t matter either, how much money they make. The girl orders a tea latte. Guy orders a cappuccino. He likes it dry, to savor the espresso. They sit at a different seat, every day. Sometimes at the couch, sometimes by the window. Other times, at the back. They know all the employees, but their favorite quit a year ago. They still see that person anyway, for drinks and stuff. Shooting pool. Okay. Today, it’s sunny. Very California. The two get to the coffee shop, order, take a seat—and talk about what they talk about, every day: Death. &#8212; Benzon Ray Barbin in The Whistling Fire  [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Bryan Burch</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Bryan Burch]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jun 2010 23:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&quot;You&#039;re bootsy, you stupid fish!&quot; 
I love that. I love this ending, especially since the narrator says the &quot;important&quot; part is coming and we are already so obviously close to the end of the printed words.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;You&#8217;re bootsy, you stupid fish!&#8221;<br />
I love that. I love this ending, especially since the narrator says the &#8220;important&#8221; part is coming and we are already so obviously close to the end of the printed words.</p>
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