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  <title>Comments on 'Semantics'</title>
  <subtitle>&amp;quot;Your world is about to end.&amp;quot;

He spun around, startled by the stranger who seemed to just appear out of no where. &amp;quot;What?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Your world is about to end,&amp;quot; she said again. She looked at him. It was a look that was part amusement, part anticipation, part... Part something he couldn't quite place.

He laughed, nervously. &amp;quot;Okay. Sure. Whatever you say, lady.&amp;quot;

She smiled. &amp;quot;You don't believe me, do you?&amp;quot; Her tone phrased it as a question, but the look in her eyes made it a statement.

&amp;quot;Lady, I don't even _know_ you.&amp;quot; He turned away from her. _Creepy bitch,_ he thought.

&amp;quot;Oh, I know you,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;I've watched you for some time, now.&amp;quot;

He turned back, slowly. &amp;quot;Excuse me?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;I've watched you. At school. Football practise. Dates. I know all about you.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;You're nuts, lady.&amp;quot; He backed away, slowly. &amp;quot;Because you stalked me, you think the world's gonna end?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Oh, no,&amp;quot; she laughed. &amp;quot;Semantics. I never said _the_ world was going to end.&amp;quot;

Smiling sweetly, she plunged a knife into his chest. &amp;quot;I just said _your_ world...&amp;quot;</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-05-10T23:39:55Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Semantics</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;oooo, creepy.  Wouldn&amp;#8217;t it be cery creepy to have a stalker? I get chills just thinking about it. Nice job! =D&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-10T23:39:55Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Blusparrow</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Semantics</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Ooh, brutal!  All that weirdness, and I still thought it was going to be supernatural or something.  Great realistic twist to the story.  You got me on this one.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/30032?basename=61455</id>
    <published>2008-05-10T22:37:40Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>THX 0477</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Semantics</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;gaud. if he&amp;#8217;s going on dates and to football practice there&amp;#8217;s a very good chance that he would be hott.&lt;br /&gt;very random story, but a well told one through mostly dialouge.&lt;br /&gt;((and btw, u spelled practice wrong&amp;#8230;))&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-10T16:07:26Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>One Time, One Chance</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Semantics</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Another of your quirky awesome tales. I love that the killer is able to smile sweetly as she plunges the knife into his chest&amp;#8230; Gotta love semantics.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-10T14:37:52Z</published>
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      <name>thebetweenspace</name>
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