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	<title>Comments on: Wired&#8217;s Very Short Stories</title>
	<link>http://pwbeat.publishersweekly.com/blog/2006/10/26/wireds-very-short-stories/</link>
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		<title>by: kris stacks</title>
		<link>http://pwbeat.publishersweekly.com/blog/2006/10/26/wireds-very-short-stories/#comment-10739</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Oct 2006 05:35:24 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>if i'm paying, it'll be anal</description>
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		<title>by: kris stacks</title>
		<link>http://pwbeat.publishersweekly.com/blog/2006/10/26/wireds-very-short-stories/#comment-10549</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Oct 2006 12:33:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Dead Bunnies Everywhere. Why Grandma why?

Paris Hilton chugs cock on internet.

Cigarettes: delicious. No future for me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dead Bunnies Everywhere. Why Grandma why?</p>
<p>Paris Hilton chugs cock on internet.</p>
<p>Cigarettes: delicious. No future for me.
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		<title>by: kris stacks</title>
		<link>http://pwbeat.publishersweekly.com/blog/2006/10/26/wireds-very-short-stories/#comment-10511</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 27 Oct 2006 09:10:11 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>She screams. I laugh. We die.

Burning truck rolls.... No more church.

Turd in hand, I walk alone.

Voice of rage, but none listen.

Brain soft and rotten. Ah drugs.</description>
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<p>Burning truck rolls&#8230;. No more church.</p>
<p>Turd in hand, I walk alone.</p>
<p>Voice of rage, but none listen.</p>
<p>Brain soft and rotten. Ah drugs.
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