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  <title>Comments on 'Believing Velvet'</title>
  <subtitle>Paul was silent for a moment. &amp;quot;How am I supposed to believe a story like that?&amp;quot; He questioned her with a glare.

&amp;quot;How can't you?&amp;quot; She said excitedly.

&amp;quot;Well, you did say you're an actress. How am I supposed to know that this isn't a scam?&amp;quot; He continued.

&amp;quot;This is _always_ the hard part,&amp;quot; she groaned, &amp;quot;getting them to believe you.&amp;quot; She looked hopeful for a moment and crossed over to the window and drew back the pink shades.

&amp;quot;Look here,&amp;quot; she pointed, &amp;quot;There are bars on the window, and here? The door only locks from the outside. And do you see a phone anywhere? I didn't think so.&amp;quot; Paul followed her with his gaze as she pointed out each thing.

&amp;quot;That does really seem suspicious,&amp;quot; he said, standing up to investigate for himself. He paused by the door, and pointed to the intercom. &amp;quot;What's this?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;That's how _you_ get out,&amp;quot; Velvet said with a scowl, &amp;quot;I page Bella whenever a guy is done doing his business or if there is a problem.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;This is creepy,&amp;quot; Paul said.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-05-13T11:42:19Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Believing Velvet</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8216;This is creepy&amp;#8217;  Bit of an understatement, but Paul doesn&amp;#8217;t seem like the sort of guy prone to hyperbole.  Again, nice details.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-13T11:42:19Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>THX 0477</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Comment on Believing Velvet</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sounds like a &amp;#8220;visit&amp;#8221; in prison. Except the crime committed is keeping her there.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-10T23:51:31Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Mistress Elsha Hawk</name>
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