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  <title>Comments on 'Slave Girl (Part 4)'</title>
  <subtitle>Slave girl became a hot body of emotion. All of the hardships seemed to culminate into the tears that dropped off of her blotchy cheek. She felt better. She was healing tear by tear as if each tiny droplet were infused with abuse and venom, finally being released. 

&amp;quot;Slave Girl?&amp;quot; no response.

Alana tried again. &amp;quot;We have to keep moving, it's not safe to stop for so long.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Don't tell me what to do. No one can do that anymore.&amp;quot;

Slave girl said from under a hunkered chin that turned up, radiating a beautiful resolve to fight. She was stronger now, and looked ready.

 &amp;quot;I'm going back to free my brothers and sisters. 
I refuse to hide in the shadows bewildered by 
fear god damn it.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;You, ow, your hurting me.&amp;quot; Slave Girl had grabbed Alana by her shirt, pinching her skin, and was shaking her.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;I won't!&amp;quot; She yelled and pushed Alana down to the ground.

&amp;quot;Ok, fine, whatever. You know, you could be a little more appreciative, I did just save your life.&amp;quot;

Alana wasn't angry. She knew of the... </subtitle>
  <updated>2007-12-10T01:34:49Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Slave Girl (Part 4)</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;and further more, it didn&amp;#8217;t seem to me that slave girl was called katherine&amp;#8212;I thought the boot camp guy yelled to his superior to come over and the superiors name was Katherine. So, only  MBTM  knows, but that was my interpretation.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-12-10T01:34:49Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Tad Winslow</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Slave Girl (Part 4)</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;You are absolutely correct Fyora. I kinda made it my own, I hope that isn&amp;#8217;t poor ficlet etiquette. I won&amp;#8217;t leave it hanging for long, the thing is I&amp;#8217;m at work at the moment and I don&amp;#8217;t have a ton of opportunities to flip open my lap top and churn out a bunch of stories.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/15581?basename=27417</id>
    <published>2007-12-10T01:29:57Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Tad Winslow</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Slave Girl (Part 4)</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;haha, cliffhanger.&lt;br /&gt;I have a few things I must say though:&lt;br /&gt;1: Her name is Katherine, the boot camp man said it. &lt;br /&gt;2: It is written in 1st person, from Alana&amp;#8217;s Point of View.&lt;br /&gt;The point of view change kinda messed with my head.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-12-10T01:14:25Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Fyora Cartagan</name>
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