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		<title>Fennel Balm</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Lucinda obediently crooked two fingers into a billow of her mother&#8217;s dress, seizing the edge of a patch and pinching it, hard. She would have preferred to toy with a lock of the never-cut black hair, fanned out as it was across her mother&#8217;s slim hips, the edges swaying in the breeze to tickle Lucinda&#8217;s [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://wordbrew.com/2009/06/16/fennel-balm/</link>
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		<title>The Phrenology of the Snake</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Knowing that the camp music coordinator was stamping out staccato beat of irritation in the waiting room, Director Artie Waldheim held up his hand to forestall the latest repetitive protestation from camp “Science Guy” Samuel Coburn.
“Okay, Sam, you’ve made some good points,” Waldheim shifted his attention to the other side of the room, where a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://wordbrew.com/2009/05/24/the-phrenology-of-the-snake/</link>
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		<title>The Dismalist (Rewrite)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Nathanial Mondecorde wiped his mouth with the linen napkin, taking great care to avoid soiling the University of Pennsylvania crest. It would be steam washed and cleaned, of course, made to look as good as new and pressed into service for countless other faculty club diners until it faded and wore thin enough to warrant [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://wordbrew.com/2009/05/10/the-dismalist-rewrite/</link>
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		<title>Blue Earth Camp</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Sunblock-nosed Michelle stopped Evan on his way to the recharging pads. &#8220;Don&#8217;t go on the mail run just yet. We need to go down to the beach and get Granola.&#8221;

Because he was new and Michelle was preoccupied with planning rainy day alternatives to every Blue Earth Camp activity threatened by the three day forecast, Evan [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://wordbrew.com/2009/05/04/blue-earth-camp/</link>
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		<title>Set it Down if You Need to Rest</title>
		<description><![CDATA[French surprised Hector by showing up before noon. He was dehydrated, hungover, and probably unaware of the red wine stain on the yellowed collar of his once white shirt, but present nonetheless.  Since Hector and Andrea had been moving boxes from the house to the u-haul truck since eight that morning, their clothes had already [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://wordbrew.com/2009/04/25/set-it-down-if-you-need-to-rest/</link>
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		<title>Fever Brain Fable #24</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The hog boss struck a bored but dutiful pose and waited until all of the others had departed. Last to leave was the boy hunter who irked him so, especially now that he was walking into her house with the birdcage in one hand and the gaff in the other.
This triggered an unwelcome memory that [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://wordbrew.com/2009/04/18/fever-brain-fable-24/</link>
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		<title>Framing the Bobsled</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Arnold Polmer was still seething when he came back from the file room, hoping his interrogation subject wouldn&#8217;t figure out about the dressing down he&#8217;d just received from a trio of interagency types who all outranked even St. Petersburg, Florida&#8217;s most senior ATA official. To his annoyance, he found Jay leaning against the doorframe of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://wordbrew.com/2009/04/13/framing-the-bobsled/</link>
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		<title>Fever in Ariaslu</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I think he knew we were waiting for him. What I couldn&#8217;t think &#8211; and I dearly hoped the Minister and Secretary could &#8211; was why he would come back at all if he knew we were lying in wait. We were not an entirely peaceful people, of course. Not anymore.
He didn&#8217;t use the gaffe [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://wordbrew.com/2009/04/07/fever-in-ariaslu/</link>
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		<title>Ring Toss</title>
		<description><![CDATA[We found April Fool easily enough. She was a six-foot tall shorthaired blonde wearing a conquistador helmet and standing on a box, so approaching her was akin to circling the Foshay Tower in downtown Minneapolis. You might have obstacles between yourself and the edifice, but you always knew how far she was and in what [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://wordbrew.com/2009/03/30/ring-toss/</link>
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		<title>Coin Toss</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Sheriff Faber held his tongue until the silent henchman Gray drove two of Gruesome&#8217;s most prized possessions out of the crumbing mission gate. Getting the convertible out of the line of fire made sense, of course, but he was positive that the marshal Hall had taken a shine to Molly while a reluctant guest at [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://wordbrew.com/2009/03/21/coin-toss/</link>
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