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  <title>Comments on '1:00 in the am'</title>
  <subtitle>Staring at the moniter, I have nothing else to do. Well, maybe I do. Bed. But the thought of fighting with the sheets and punching my pillows doesn't sound comforting. Not now, not ever. Besides, the bed would just win the fight...
I stare at the clock on the screen in front of me. 1:00am. Time sure flies...when you're all alone. Yes _all alone_. Even my mind has deserted me. _Now where was I? oh yes._
Alone.the souns of t hekeyboard playa mel odyas I try nott oallasle ep . 
The annoying sound of the neighbors ratty car trying to start woke me up. Hmhmm I don't remember falling asleep. I blink up at the moniter that wakes up as well as I nudge the mouse. I glance at the words typed on the screen. Somewhere between the last sentence and this morning, my mind must have returned. I yawned as I frowned, muttering curses at the stupid car next door. I hit the backspace key till the screen was blank, then I crawled into my bed. No fighting awaited me, just down feathers &amp;amp; cold sheets...I'm not alone now.
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  <updated>2008-02-09T22:44:02Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on 1:00 in the am</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;hahaha dude seriously i wrote this @ 1 in the morning last night&amp;#8230;uh&amp;#8230;this morning. i kinda read it for the first time two minuets ago&amp;#8230;the ending is kinda rushed.&lt;br /&gt;this kid isn&amp;#8217;t alone anymore b/c the down comforters were finally comfortable. and sleep was avalible instead of a &amp;#8216;fight&amp;#8217;...or something like that. lol thanks for the coments though&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-02-09T22:44:02Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>heartbeats echocho</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on 1:00 in the am</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Wait, why isn&amp;#8217;t the person alone?  I liked the whole bit about falling asleep.  Took me a sec to realize you hadn&amp;#8217;t just made a bunch of typos.&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-02-09T12:33:26Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>THX 0477</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on 1:00 in the am</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;ohh i love down comforters&amp;#8230; cozy goodness!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/20586?basename=39815</id>
    <published>2008-02-09T10:06:01Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Apostrophe </name>
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