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		<description>Booths and blankets, shops and hawkers.  This is where the buying and selling is done.</description>
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			<title>A Date With the Night [Closed, Asher]</title>
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			<dc:creator>James Harvey</dc:creator>
			<description>Harvey felt it when he woke up today, especially over breakfast as he chewed on his extra crisp bacon and scrambled eggs.  As he chewed and chewed, he knew it wouldn't be enough to satisfy that strange sense of thirst he felt as his teeth met together so easily over his food.  It was too easy.  The food too yielding.  Harvey wanted to bite today, and bite down with satisfaction that just doesn't come over a meal that does not appreciate it.



James Harvey was horny, and he knew it.  The whole  ...</description>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 03 Feb 2009 22:33:46 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>It's a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood [OPEN}</title>
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			<dc:creator>James Harvey</dc:creator>
			<description>&quot;Shit,&quot; James muttered to himself as he wiped off his brow.  Tucking his handkerchief back into the breast pocket of his tattered and faded black suit, he turned his eyes back to what passed for a road in the Center City marketplace.  He had people for this sort of thing, so what the fuck was he doing driving the Coalition Car through the middle of town in a busted old hearse that doubled as a sweatbox?



The loudspeaker droned.

&quot;Are you Concerned?  If you are not, then perhaps  ...</description>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2009 03:43:35 GMT</pubDate>
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