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  <title>Comments on 'Karen by Night'</title>
  <subtitle>Liz stood in the back room of the shoe store, frozen in place. She was balanced precariously on the ladder, stretching to reach a pair of 9Bs on the top shelf. Wide-eyed, she listened intently to the hushed phone conversation around the corner.

&amp;quot;Meet me at the club. There's a shipment coming in and I can't pull this one off alone.&amp;quot; whispered Karen, Liz's rather conservative boss.

Liz lost her balance and grabbed at the shelves to keep from falling. A stack of boxes tumbled to the floor. She heard Karen hang up the phone and she cringed as the graceful click-clack of her Manolos entered the room.

Karen regarded the tableau Liz presented, arched her eyebrow, smirked and left.

As Liz watched her walk out, she tried to sort out all the questions she had. _A shipment of what? Who was she talking to? She told me she was going to curl up with her cat tonight when I asked her to come hang out with us..._

Liz couldn't contain her curiosity. So climbed down, grabbed her coat and followed Karen home.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-05-09T02:42:22Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Karen by Night</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;So much story in such a small space! I need to read more. Sequel? Please?&lt;br /&gt;(Sidebar: unlike tbs, I couldn&amp;#8217;t resist the cat commentary, cats &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; mentioned in this ficlet, after all, so it&amp;#8217;s only fair. I&amp;#8217;ll even take the quote one step further: Curiosity killed the cat  BUT  satisfaction brought her back :p )&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-09T02:42:22Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Ana Cristina</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/asimon78</uri>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Karen by Night</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Awesome ficlet. You introduced so much tension and quite a few questions into such a small amount of space. And, yes, did it in a very vivid and evocative way. I&amp;#8217;m worried for Liz, however, since curiosity can get you in trouble (I resisted the cat commentary).&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-09T00:30:26Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>thebetweenspace</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Karen by Night</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Your descriptions are so on point, at times, I felt like I was watching a movie. No foolin. The click clack of the footfalls gave me the distinct impression of an empty department store&amp;#8212;which added to the spying like feel of listening in on a conversation. Nice one there Melia.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/29253?basename=61026</id>
    <published>2008-05-08T20:54:01Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Tad Winslow</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Karen by Night</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve had this song stuck in my head for a while now. I love it, but it&amp;#8217;s time for it to stop playing on repeat i my brain now. I did always think it would make a neat ficlet though :)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-03T12:22:59Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Melia</name>
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