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  <title>Comments on 'The Gramophone'</title>
  <subtitle>The gramophone was an old thing, all dusty and cobwebbed from years under the sleepy eyes of the spiders in the attic. Its long neck curved gracefully and made Leslie grin a little.

Leslie flipped out an old record from the box she had brought down from the same spot in the attic. It had a note attached: _Knew you'd find it someday, little girl. Have fun._ It was left by her grandpa before he died, waiting for her to discover it and appreciate it.

A few minutes later, old period tunes were drifting lazily out of the neck like fat wasps - buzzing slightly and rolling around in rich textures. Leslie smiled and rocked back and forth.

_Oh, lover lover lover, you know that I love you..._

Leslie amused herself by shutting the blinds and sashaying back and forth with her hat rack.

_Oh, baby baby baby, you know that I love you..._

Suddenly, further into the house, the sound of shattering glass poked through the grainy tunes.

_Oh, Leslie Leslie Leslie, you know who I am..._</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-06-09T19:42:11Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Gramophone</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The word sashay is just too beautiful. Use it everywhere!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-06-09T19:42:11Z</published>
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      <name>PyroPunk 51 (PPP LoA)</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Gramophone</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Well that went somewhere dark all of the sudden.  Loved the rich, detailed descriptions and feel to it all.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-06-09T01:11:19Z</published>
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      <name>THX 0477</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on The Gramophone</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;uh oo  the   gramophone was  singing her name in the song..spooky..&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-06-08T22:45:11Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;... wow.&lt;br /&gt;Scary! This would be an awesome serise&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-06-08T18:26:58Z</published>
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      <name>Sailor Emo</name>
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