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  <title>Comments on 'The Halls of Poplar Hill'</title>
  <subtitle>Kent walked with measured strides through the dim halls of Poplar Hill, head down, avoiding eye contact. He could hardly stand to look at anyone. A smirk creased his face as he thought how flattered he'd been to be recruited.

*&amp;quot;Your work with the mentally ill has been noticed, doctor, by important men.&amp;quot;*

Turning yet another corner, he glanced at the summons again, a typically bland, authoritative missive: Report to Loading Dock 7.

*&amp;quot;We too see the inherent potential that lies behind the madness.&amp;quot;*

He'd given up so much to come here. Kent tried to think back to life before, the friends, time with his family, and her. His Sherrie. There was no getting it back now, he tried to tell himself, whether as consolation or recrimination he wasn't sure.

*&amp;quot;And wait 'til you meet the boss. He's...well, god-like. You'll come to love working for him.&amp;quot;*

Absent mindedly, Kent signed the papers. The ambulence was opened. There was no mistaking. This was it. This was redemption. This was salvation.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-02-22T04:06:41Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Halls of Poplar Hill</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt; THX THANK GOD !!!&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Oh this is fantastic ooohh im so excited&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;now, help me out here, is kent the doctor I set up in the ficlet before?! if so then  WONDERFUL !&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;i have work now but i will be on tonight and i will write the sequel to this&amp;#8230;.sooo exciting :)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-02-22T04:06:41Z</published>
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      <name>artistsrunwild</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Halls of Poplar Hill</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;very intense. my uncle works with the mentally ill.&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-02-21T18:14:26Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>SKermitgorf</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Halls of Poplar Hill</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;whoa, this is amazing. very intense.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-02-21T18:07:35Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Nouvelle Bardot</name>
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