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  <title>Comments on 'Little Victories, and a Little Jimmy'</title>
  <subtitle>Rather than risk wayward glances, Renard swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up facing away. He could feel her continue to pace, her graceful footfalls transmitted to his bum by a cheap mattress. His shoulders relaxed a little, and he could think this way. Besides, this way she wouldn't see any additional tics.

&amp;quot;Yoo think I can pass four a Ricardo?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Sim...maybe. Mixed parentage?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Thet much is true,&amp;quot; Renard chuckled, rubbing his throbbing forehead in disbelief. Could this really be happening? The adventure he'd been dreaming of since those lonely nights when father was away and mother was...indisposed.

&amp;quot;Eh Bonito,&amp;quot; the angel said, plopping down next to him on the bed, bouncing Renard to a standing position, &amp;quot;You can do it no?&amp;quot;

Renard took a few thoughtful steps, smiled, and did his best Jimmy, &amp;quot;I've wrestled with reality for several years, and I'm happy, madamoiselle, I finally won out over it.&amp;quot; She seemed to smile in approval, or perhaps pity. Renard could never tell the difference.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-02-28T20:40:19Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Little Victories, and a Little Jimmy</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I do think Renard and Pierre would make quite the set of pals, no?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21811?basename=44398</id>
    <published>2008-02-28T20:40:19Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Culture Shock w/ Mike Schwartz</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Little Victories, and a Little Jimmy</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I love Renard. He&amp;#8217;s so great in the series. It would feel a bit lonely without him.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21811?basename=42837</id>
    <published>2008-02-22T01:26:44Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>emma jo_234</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Little Victories, and a Little Jimmy</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;brilliant izzy dialogue. i love his awkward quote at the end, it actually works with what&amp;#8217;s going on. renard just gets more deck by the second.&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21811?basename=42399</id>
    <published>2008-02-20T02:36:47Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Nouvelle Bardot</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Little Victories, and a Little Jimmy</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;it&amp;#8217;s such an odd pairing, Izzy and Renard but it works!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21811?basename=42393</id>
    <published>2008-02-20T02:20:58Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Mistress Elsha Hawk</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Little Victories, and a Little Jimmy</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Doh, I&amp;#8217;m so off tonight.  Jimmy Stewart movie quote is what I meant to get across.  Officially time to stop ficleting&amp;#8230;but just for the night.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21811?basename=42391</id>
    <published>2008-02-20T02:17:30Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>THX 0477</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Little Victories, and a Little Jimmy</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The last line is a slightly doctored quote from a Jimmy Steward, in case anyone is as confused as Izzy surely is.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-02-20T02:14:14Z</published>
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