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  <subtitle>&#8220;I&#8217;m not sure what you mean.&#8221; Angela closed her copy of Cosmo and laid it on her lap. &#8220;What do you mean&#8230; steps?&#8221; 

Staring so intently at my shoes they began to smoke, &#8220;uh, well,&#8221; I tilt my head up to catch her unflinching gaze. &#8220;You remember that whole abduction thing from a few years ago, and I said I&#8217;d be done with the business for good?&#8221;

&#8220;Yes.&#8221; She placed the magazine on the coffee table and gave me her full attention. This was going to be harder than I had imagined. Her green eyes that once reminded me of the scenery from The Sound Of Music, were now but two horizontal slits on her face. It was a very knowing look, and it told me to tread carefully. &#8220;I remember.&#8221;

&#8220;Well, you know how hard it&#8217;s been to find a decent position since Oracle. I tried everywhere, but with so many software developers out there looking for work, the competition has been stiff. So, I had to take a job with GlobTrak.&#8221; I barely finished my sentence before she flew off the couch and was within inches of me. &#8220;I&#8217;m sorry.&#8221;</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-06-23T01:39:53Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Hardest Part</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Wow, the way she flew off the couch doesn&amp;#8217;t bode well for his future at home or work. Very understandable reaction on her part.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-06-23T01:39:53Z</published>
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      <name>thebetweenspace</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Hardest Part</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;A very well done tense narrative. I loved it!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-13T20:03:52Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Ridcully Calvert</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Hardest Part</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I was a bit worried about how to handle her breaking the news to her and pretty glad that you decided to step in and handle it.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Very nice part one.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-13T13:20:57Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Steve Fairweather</name>
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