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  <title>Comments on 'Finding Yesterday'</title>
  <subtitle>Jess dropped limp into the cushions, the couch sliding back a few inches on the hardwood floor. Her eyes peering at her right hand as she curled her fingers into a tight fist. Her knuckles went from a cool, fleshy olive to a bright maroon-splotched ivory. She relaxed her fingers and watched the color return.

&#8220;Well Tom, it&#8217;s going to heat up during the next few days and then cool off for what looks to be perfect weekend weather,&#8221; the oddly casual weather man stood in front of the weekly forecast. Jess could not help but notice the conspicuous absence of Tuesday&#8217;s weather. _Is it really Wednesday?_ her mind raced looking for some way to pull reality back. Looking at the postcard, _can this be real?_

Her head fell back, craning her neck as she inspected the million tiny little bumps of the ceiling. _There has to be some mistake. This isn&#8217;t&#8230; it&#8217;s not possible._ 

She crumpled up the postcard and threw it at the TV. &#8220;No!&#8221; she screamed. &#8220;I&#8217;m going to find out what happened yesterday if it&#8217;s the last thing I do.&#8221;</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-05-16T05:07:00Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Finding Yesterday</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It suffers from the format. The idea is that she woke up after Yesterday Girl left her body. So she missed out on a whole day. It was hard to get across that idea plus everything else I was going for in such a short period. It&amp;#8217;s something I hope to work on as I write more ficlets. And hopefully expand on this idea.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the feedback.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/30436?basename=62652</id>
    <published>2008-05-16T05:07:00Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>John Perkins</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Finding Yesterday</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;kind of depressing tale. Though it&amp;#8217;s not explained I feel like she missed a whole day just watching tv and then suddenly it was wednesday. I liked the descriptions in this story, nothing much really happens except a small freak out, but it&amp;#8217;s told well. lol&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/30436?basename=62639</id>
    <published>2008-05-16T02:53:03Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Tad Winslow</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/tjd</uri>
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