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  <title>Comments on 'The Game'</title>
  <subtitle>Becca had never seen him like this. It was like a new and improved Jameson. She almost didn't recognize him when he walked in.

She'd been sitting at the bar with Prandi, making small talk and trying not to sprain her neck with looking at the door every five milliseconds when he'd entered.

He was walking - no - _swaggering_, with his head held high and a militant gleam in his eye. Jameson positively _oozed_ with confidence. Where was the shy diffident guy who only came out of his shell when he'd had a few beers, and then only did silly things like dance the worm? _This_ guy would surely never be caught _dead_ doing the worm. _This_ guy was _cool_.

Becca watched Jameson say hello to the hostess, watch the hostess flirt a shoulder at him, and fumed. Prandi watched Becca out of the corner of her eye and stifled a giggle.

Then Jameson had the unsufferable _gall_ to hug Prandi as if he hadn't seen her in months. _Well_, thought Becca, _two can play *this* game!_ Becca flashed Jameson her most devastating smile.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-06-06T00:49:14Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Game</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Should have said this 22 hours ago, but you got sequel!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-06-06T00:49:14Z</published>
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      <name>thebetweenspace</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Game</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Very different tone here, quite the scene.  Not sure I&amp;#8217;m buying the turn around from Becca, but I guess love can make you kind of goofy.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-06-05T11:47:43Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>THX 0477</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Game</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;wow amazing. You can almost see the wheels turning in beccas head. Metaphorically speaking. Your well described situation puts you front and center. You really get a feel for things in her perspective.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/33162?basename=68121</id>
    <published>2008-06-05T03:32:18Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Apostrophe </name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Game</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I love it, a little back in time from Becca&amp;#8217;s perspective to explain why the girls were hanging on Jameson&amp;#8217;s every word when Paul showed up.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-06-05T02:45:54Z</published>
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      <name>thebetweenspace</name>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bravo!&lt;/strong&gt;  I love how you described what Becca was thinking and how her jealousy was kicking in when Jameson was so smooth with the hostess and then also when he gave Prandi a hug.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-06-05T02:27:27Z</published>
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      <name>Hunting Beauty</name>
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