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  <title>Comments on 'Rattled'</title>
  <subtitle>I smiled lazily and slung a friendly arm around her neck. &amp;quot;Who's my date? You are, silly.&amp;quot;

She quickly slid out from under my arm and smiled at me. I noticed that the smile didn't quite reach her eyes.

&amp;quot;Yeah, well you should have _asked_ me if you wanted to come with me,&amp;quot; she sniffed. I'd never seen her look like this.

&amp;quot;I, uh, I'm sorry, Marjorie,&amp;quot; I stuttered, slightly taken aback. Trying a new tactic, I straightened my shoulders and said in a solemn voice, &amp;quot;Will you do me the honor of being my prom date, Marjorie Henderson?&amp;quot;

A _real_ smile spread across her face, lighting her green eyes and making her freckles jump. There was a wistful quality to that smile though that made me feel somehow nervous.

&amp;quot;I'm sorry, Jon. I already have a date.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Who?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;You don't know him. He's a sophomore.&amp;quot;

Her voice was so cool, so measured that I wanted to grab her and shake her, shake her until she felt as rattled as I did in that moment. And it was in that moment that I realized I was in love with Marjorie Henderson. </subtitle>
  <updated>2008-05-12T19:33:56Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Rattled</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;that stinks a lot. Yeah, he should of asked her earlier. I like how you give some kind of moral, you never know what  you have till it is gone. Thanks again for entering.&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-12T19:33:56Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Blusparrow</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Rattled</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Ouch.  That&amp;#8217;s what he gets for waiting until the last minute.  Very playful exchange, perhaps hinting that she knows more about what&amp;#8217;s going on than is readily apparent.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-12T14:36:07Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>THX 0477</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Rattled</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;A real smile spread across her face, lighting her green eyes and making her freckles jump.&lt;/em&gt;  Great line. I love the idea of the smile making her freckles jump. Poor guy.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-12T14:01:54Z</published>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Rattled</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Jealousy, good point, JB, maybe he should stay home&amp;#8230;.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Great realization, though I guessed it from the first ficlet. :)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-12T00:39:11Z</published>
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      <name>Mistress Elsha Hawk</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Rattled</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I see. I would hate to be him at the prom. Nothing really gets a guy like a girl dancing wildly with another guy when he likes her.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-11T16:21:54Z</published>
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      <name>J.B. Williams</name>
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