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		<title>Wolves</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Jun 2020 16:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[James was an eight-year-old boy with the heart of a dog and the energy of a hummingbird. His mother died when he was only five, so he lived with his grandmother, Babcia. They were very poor: their house was a tiny, dilapidated thing, with a...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Do Not Go Outside</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2020 15:00:32 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Do not go outside! Ignore all cries for help, no matter how human they sound!” shouted Alex’s dad. He pulled the cellar door over and paused to look back. “And lock this door behind me.” The door slammed shut. Alex locked it, walked down the...]]></description>
		
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		<title>My Husband Came Back From the War</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2020 20:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[My husband went overseas as part of the military for a few years. The entire time I anxiously awaited his return. I constantly wondered if I would ever get a phone call notifying me that he would never come home. It was strange being alone...]]></description>
		
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Dec 2019 17:00:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Jake Thomasson pulled the sleeve of his sweatshirt down, covering his hand, and wiped away the condensation from the window.  It was the third time he had done this in the past ten minutes, but he didn’t want to miss seeing if any cars drove...]]></description>
		
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		<title>Hospitality</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Dec 2019 17:00:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The snow had stopped about an hour ago, but god damn, it was still a treacherous road.  Mark turned up the radio, half to keep himself awake, and half to try to hear the music through the interfering static.  The mountains weren’t good for the...]]></description>
		
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