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		<title>Ugly Duckling</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 21:25:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[He strongly believed in all his life he had never seen a person dirtier or more caked in grime and waste than the small mouse of a girl that stood before him now, glowering up at him and somehow managing to make herself look more dangerous than she was. Actually, it was almost laughable, but [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lost</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2008 23:07:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Two sides remain, and yet neither can reconcile with the other: strength versus passion. Somewhere along the way, both became entangled and inexorably separate; she gropes after both and is left with nothing. She sees this as weakness, but I never understood where it all became shattered. She was always a source of inspiration to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Conversation</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 02:21:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She was the type who talked at the most inappropriate times: funeral sermons, theater performances, school recitals, sex&#8230;
The sex bothered him the most.
It wasn&#8217;t just that she talked; it was that she expected conversation. Who wanted to have a conversation during sex? It was a conversation all on its own! And hell hath no fury [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Galileo</title>
		<link>http://wingedsyn.wordpress.com/2008/04/26/galileo/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Apr 2008 02:51:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[If she stared at it hard and long enough, she could see the sun move, almost imperceptible.
The day had been long, and the sun on the horizon was taunting her. Half an hour until sundown. Can you make it? The summer solstice was always the most cruel of days for one who worked from dawn [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bachelor</title>
		<link>http://wingedsyn.wordpress.com/2008/04/25/bachelor/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2008 03:48:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Twenty years old and his joints hurt like he was eighty. What kind of man was he?
Stretching out the length of the sofa, his knees popped at intervals until fully extended, and even then they throbbed from the pain of three jobs and the early onset of arthritis. Life was not a kind thing. Sighing, he [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Musings</title>
		<link>http://wingedsyn.wordpress.com/2008/04/24/musings/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 15:05:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There are moments when the days simply meld together: one into the other, an endless stream, where it&#8217;s hard to tell when you were waking and if you slept. The mind forgets: a form of malfunction programmed into the very psyche of humanity. Maybe it is simply the passage of time &#8212; Time, an intangible [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Subtlety</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 16:53:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Subtlety is not something she does well. She stumbles upon it: a mask sculpted by misinterpretation and ignorance, not her own. Bright smile, hooded eyes; a living statue with the greatest mystery and nothing to hide. Boisterous and outspoken, it is all a matter of the right question and the act of seeing in a sunlit room.
Subtlety [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Incompatible</title>
		<link>http://wingedsyn.wordpress.com/2008/04/19/incompatible/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 03:30:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[He was laughing. Laughing! The bastard.
&#8220;It&#8217;s not funny, so shut the hell up!&#8221; Of course, the laughter continued. It wasn&#8217;t in his nature to stop once he had started, even when she got upset or angry with him; Hell, any reaction simply fueled his proverbial fire. Nevertheless, he was laughing at her, and by God, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Mona Lisa Smile</title>
		<link>http://wingedsyn.wordpress.com/2008/04/17/mona-lisa-smile/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 03:53:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;You smile like you know something that other people don&#8217;t.&#8221;
It was supposed to be an insult; he could tell by the derisive tone in the girl&#8217;s voice as she haughtily stared down her roommate, sizing her up from a vantage point inches below her target&#8217;s own line of sight, yet puffing her chest out like [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Nemesis and Desperation</title>
		<link>http://wingedsyn.wordpress.com/2008/04/08/nemesis-and-desperation/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Apr 2008 03:32:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She had never been prone to desperation.
Fear, neuroses, vanity, insecurity&#8230; Madness&#8230; But never desperation. She did not know what it meant to be desperate.
&#8220;Nemesis.&#8221;
But maybe&#8230; maybe, today&#8230; just today, she felt that desperation pricking at the edges of her consciousness, fighting with the madness she secretly knew would set in soon enough. Maybe today, it [...]]]></description>
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