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  <subtitle>Amy worried about the sounds coming from her father&#8217;s bathroom. They didn&#8217;t seem, well, _natural_. Daddy always joked about going into the bathroom &#8220;to do God&#8217;s work.&#8221; And now Amy wondered if he was perhaps communing with the Almighty. One does not usually hear doors rattling and breaking glass during the regular course of a morning constitutional. Amy tiptoed down the hall, deciding to pretend that she hadn&#8217;t heard a thing.

Frank made a mental note to tell the spirit of Amelia Earhart to schedule her &#8220;visits&#8221; a little more judiciously. How was he going to explain the broken mirror?</subtitle>
  <updated>2007-04-01T04:18:25Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Barry, where do these come from? I&amp;#8217;m amazed at the diversity of your work!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-04-01T04:18:25Z</published>
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      <name>RPM</name>
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