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		<title>The Funeral</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2012 01:51:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Meredith Bailey</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[“You ready?” Cory asked, a look of anticipation glowing in his eyes. 

“Almost,” Sophia answered, stretching out her arms as though she were balanced on a tightrope.]]></description>
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		<title>Bulawayo Afternoon</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2012 01:51:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Clive Gill</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[In the intense, deadening, stagnant afternoon heat, Bulawayo city house dwellers willingly allowed their droopy eyelids to fall, while sitting in soft armchairs or lying on satin bed covers.]]></description>
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		<title>Roll</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2012 01:51:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Gretchen Wing</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The gun in Isaiah's hand looks fake. He smiles, ranged dramatically across the floor in front of the whiteboard, weight on his forward leg like Tybalt in the swordfight scene. His naked weapon is out. We all think]]></description>
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		<title>On the Road</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2012 01:51:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>William McCarter</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[“I woke up to the sound of pouring rain…” Not exactly, but that’s what was blasting out of John’s speakers as I slowly opened my eyes and struggled to recall just exactly what my position in the world was.  My internal GPS]]></description>
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		<title>Such Things Hardly Matter</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2012 01:51:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Erika Brumett</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Not that gin-sweat dizzies her. Not that wool chafes her cheek when he dances them through the house, stumbling to spin her white nightie, her body still soft with sleep. No, this is not to suggest that her uncle has a]]></description>
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