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  <title>Comments on 'Off-Kilter'</title>
  <subtitle>Becca's Margaritas were starting to catch up with her. How many had she had? No idea. All she knew was that she was starting to feel off-kilter, as if the world around her was moving too slow and she kept accelerating.

She put her head in her hands and groaned. &amp;quot;Where's Jameson?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;I dunno. Hey, do you want the rest of your fajitas, babe?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;No.&amp;quot; Becca watched in disgust as Paul shoved a whole fajita into his mouth. _What did Sassy even see in this guy? Other than the fact that he's drop-dead gorgeous - for a Neanderthal._

Just then Prandi and Jameson walked back in, both of them laughing at a private joke. Becca watched them: the one dark and petite, with shining eyes, the other tall and lanky, with a crooked smile. Despite herself, she couldn't help noticing what a good-looking couple they made.

Jameson looked up then, as if he felt her eyes on him. For a moment their gaze held. Then Becca's stomach lurched, the countless Margaritas threatening to come back. She sprinted towards the rest room with a sob.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-06-09T20:40:53Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Off-Kilter</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Dramatic irony is when the audience knows something important that the characters do not know&amp;#8230; so yes, you used it correctly. Lol, sorry, I just had that in English. Yay for Vocab! (Wow I am such a nerd&amp;#8230;)&lt;br /&gt;In my personal opinion, I think that she&amp;#8217;s going to cry &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; puke in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;Goody, I&amp;#8217;m wondering if this is foreshadowing my two favorite characters getting together. Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-06-09T20:40:53Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Dreamer</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Off-Kilter</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Aw, now that was downright tragic.  Excellent job making us feel for Becca again, cause honestly I was starting to dislike her.  I think this whole series is an excercise in dramatic irony, at least from the theme of a lot of the comments&amp;#8230;and if I&amp;#8217;m using the term correctly.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/33715?basename=69315</id>
    <published>2008-06-09T16:54:53Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>THX 0477</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Off-Kilter</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;aww.. i echo Between space, Poor Becca.  She is either going to puke or cry in the b-room. And all this could be avoided if she just admitted she liked Jameson. Ah well, makes for an excellent entry in your awesome series.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-06-09T15:26:21Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Apostrophe </name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Off-Kilter</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Poor Becca. Her system has to positively aching after the abuse she&amp;#8217;s given it the past few days. I almost feel for her. And, you have a sequel.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-06-09T14:35:34Z</published>
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      <name>thebetweenspace</name>
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