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  <title>Comments on 'Yesterday, All My Troubles Seemed So Far Away'</title>
  <subtitle>&#8220;Who are you? What do you mean I&#8217;m not safe?&#8221; Jen asked.

&#8220;Look, we only have a few moments. I promise that this will all make sense eventually, but right now we need to get you out of that house.&#8221;

The voice on the phone continued, &#8220;I&#8217;m a friend. You just have to trust me for the time being. Leave the house right now and get to the train station as quickly as you can. Please, I&#8217;ll explain later.&#8221;

&#8220;Why should I trust you? I don&#8217;t even know you. Did Jake put you up to this? Is this whole thing a prank?&#8221;

&#8220;Jessica, this is definitely not a prank. Your life is in danger if you do not leave right now.&#8221;

&#8220;Ok. I guess it&#8217;s better than sitting around here doing nothing. I&#8217;ll be there in 10 minutes.&#8221; Jess started to hang up the phone, &#8220;wait. What do I do when I get there? Am I supposed to meet someone, or what?&#8221; The line clicked dead. &#8220;Hello? Hello. Shit!&#8221; She slammed the phone shut and sighed.

Jess grabbed the postcard off the table, shoved it in her pocket and headed out the front door. _I'm gonna regret this._</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-05-18T18:25:14Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Yesterday, All My Troubles Seemed So Far Away</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Thank you for the positive comments. They really make me want to push myself to make this as good as I can, especially when I know at least one person is paying attention.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-18T18:25:14Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>John Perkins</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Yesterday, All My Troubles Seemed So Far Away</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I love that she is doing what the stranger on the phone says, with the added thought &lt;em&gt;I&amp;#8217;m gonna regret this.&lt;/em&gt; We&amp;#8217;ve probably all been in the middle of readying ourselves to do something &lt;strong&gt;knowing&lt;/strong&gt; that in the end we will regret it and there is plenty of time to back out, but we do it anyway; just for adventure&amp;#8217;s sake. ;) This is a great series.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-18T12:37:38Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Jenunique</name>
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