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  <title>Comments on 'Runaway'</title>
  <subtitle>&amp;quot;You're gonna tell me.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;I'm not.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;You are.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;I'm not, Emer&#8212;I mean, Emmy.&amp;quot; He looked completely serious. He really wasn't going to tell her. She picked up on this.

&amp;quot;Why not?&amp;quot; she quizzed.

&amp;quot;Because I don't think you'd believe me. That and.... it's just not a memory I'd like to bring up.&amp;quot; This sentence struck something in Emmy's mind. She stared at him and blinked, her eyes wide again.

&amp;quot;No,&amp;quot; she whispered, &amp;quot;you... you weren't a slave, were you?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Uhm... yeah. I was. I'm a runaway,&amp;quot; he responded. Emmy looked at the door of the small cabin. She looked back at him.

&amp;quot;Is... is that why you were in such a hurry to get inside whenever you showed up on my doorstep?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Yes...&amp;quot; he said quietly. &amp;quot;And I really shouldn't have spent more than a week here. Soon enough, they're gonna find me. And they're gonna shoot me on the spot, and you're gonna be taken to a trial, getting anywhere from 24 months imprisonment to death for harboring a runaway slave, depending on the judge and his mood.&amp;quot;</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-03-19T18:03:39Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Runaway</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Very interesting. I&amp;#8217;m drawn to hear more.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/24893?basename=49949</id>
    <published>2008-03-19T18:03:39Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>thebetweenspace</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Runaway</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Wow. Very, nice. I can almost feel the tension of the situation.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/24893?basename=49235</id>
    <published>2008-03-17T19:36:17Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Lone Writer</name>
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