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  <title>Comments on 'Bomb's Away'</title>
  <subtitle>Two shadowy figures skulked into the building, neither students nor volunteers. One was, however, international.

&amp;quot;Maschio,&amp;quot; he whispered, &amp;quot;You're sure the pest is gone?&amp;quot;

The other answered with a sigh, &amp;quot;My source saw him run off with an overnight bag, probably halfway to Jamaica by now.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Ah, cause your sources have been so good thus far?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;And your gently _leaning_ on the sister has been so productive?&amp;quot;

The darker man smirked, &amp;quot;Well, it was more fun than playing nursemaid to the mournful widower.&amp;quot;

As they climbed the steps his companion hissed, &amp;quot;I can't believe the dope still believes she's really dead.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;It'd be easier to find her if she was.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Yes, but then Marco wouldn't be with her, would he?&amp;quot; The two men inched down the hall.

&amp;quot;You think she'll be in her apartment?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;My source saw her lights go on an hour ago, and nobody's left the building since.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Not even the lovebirds, eh,&amp;quot; said the smirking foreigner.

&amp;quot;We'll deal with them later.&amp;quot; And with that they eased open the door to Izzy's flat.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-02-29T21:54:34Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Bomb's Away</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;thanks,  THX , needed that&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-02-29T21:54:34Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>emma jo_234</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Bomb's Away</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;emma, to clarify, the theory of John and Pablo is that Marco and Elizabeth are out running around together, a fact which Pierre sadly does not know.  Does that help?  The whole series is quite daunting really.  I get lost quite frequently.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-02-29T01:50:59Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>THX 0477</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Comment on Bomb's Away</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Very good, as usual, but I&amp;#8217;m a little confused&amp;#8230;it says, &amp;#8220;The dope really thinks she&amp;#8217;s dead,&amp;#8221; which makes me think of Elizabeth/Pierre, but the next bit about Marco doesn&amp;#8217;t seem to make sense&amp;#8230;oh blah. Maybe I just need to reread it or something.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-02-29T01:42:44Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>emma jo_234</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Comment on Bomb's Away</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt; WHAT !!!!  OMG !!! I totally did not see that coming! Elizabeth and Marco&amp;#8230; What a small and twisted world it is indeed&amp;#8230; My poor poor Pierre :(&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-02-28T22:06:48Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Culture Shock w/ Mike Schwartz</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Bomb's Away</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;hahaha. you and i have the same thing in mind for elizabeth, i was going to later drop the bomb on pierre that she&amp;#8217;s still alive. great dialogue, but what to do????&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-02-27T21:23:55Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Nouvelle Bardot</name>
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