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  <subtitle>Jodi would be different, I decided. I dialed her number, terrified she might answer. 

&amp;quot;Hello.&amp;quot; 

&amp;quot;May I speak to Jodi?&amp;quot; My voice cracked like I'd reentered puberty.

&amp;quot;She's not home, nancy-boy.&amp;quot; said the coldest voice imaginable. 

&amp;quot;I'm sorry. Do I _know_ you?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Nope, I could just tell you're a nancy-boy by your wimpy voice.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Tell her Jordan _called?_&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;I'll deliver the message.&amp;quot;

I hung up, already feeling desperate. I'd hoped it wouldn't come to this, but it was unavoidable now. I would have to wait by the phone until she called back. It's amazing how many great offers you get when you're waiting for someone to call.

&amp;quot;Do you wanna play some basketball?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;We're playing Ultimate Frisbee in the quad, up for it?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;We're going to see a movie, wanna go?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;You've won the million dollar jackpot. All you have to do is come to the lottery office and pick up your check. Congratulations!&amp;quot;

_No way!_ I thought. _I can't leave right now! Don't you understand? Jodi might call. I could actually talk to her!_ </subtitle>
  <updated>2008-05-02T18:42:29Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Waiting Game</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Hah! Nancy-boy. That&amp;#8217;s gotta sting.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-02T18:42:29Z</published>
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      <name>NightMaiden</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Waiting Game</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Actually, the lottery part was there from the beginning. I added the whole (it was actually Mendez who answered the phone element). These first 3 are actually the first 3 things I wrote. All by hand on the same day after listening to one of the best writers I know give a lecture. (Of course, without the changes I made today). So, suffice it so say, this was my genesis as a creative writer.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-04-26T05:41:10Z</published>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Waiting Game</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt; LOL  Hilarious! That part at the end wasn&amp;#8217;t there, right? I can just imagine him refusing the million dollar check, just so he can wait by the phone. What a nancy-boy.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-04-25T22:20:59Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Ana Cristina</name>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;hee. I really like this series so far. The dialog&amp;#8217;s great.&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-04-25T22:12:30Z</published>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Waiting Game</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jodi would be different, I decided. I dialed her number, terrified she might answer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This line was heartbreaking and funny all at once, much like this ficlet. Great series!&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-22T16:36:58Z</published>
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      <name>Ana Cristina</name>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;sit by the phone dude.. she&amp;#8217;s not gonna call, play  Ultimate Frisbee instead .&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-21T21:55:15Z</published>
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