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  <title>Comments on 'Zombie Multiplication'</title>
  <subtitle>Before Joe could say anything, however, Nicole suddenly piped up from the backseat.

&amp;quot;I don't feel so hot.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;What's wrong, honey?&amp;quot; I asked.

&amp;quot;I'm really nauseous.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;I think I have some saltines in my bag, Nicole, do you want some?&amp;quot; Jenny offered solicitously, but in the rear view mirror I saw Nicole shake her head, her face tinged with green.

&amp;quot;I think it was all that driving in circles,&amp;quot; she groaned, as she stuck her head between her legs.

&amp;quot;Drink some water, Nic, you'll feel better,&amp;quot; I suggested.

&amp;quot;I-I think I'm going to be sick,&amp;quot; she mumbled before opening her car door and stumbling into some bushes where she retched for a good minute or more.

&amp;quot;Poor thing,&amp;quot; Jenny tut-tutted from the backseat.

&amp;quot;Um, buddy, I think Nicole needs to get back in the car. Like _now_,&amp;quot; Joe said between clenched teeth, his eyes focused on the farm in front of us.

I looked up to see what he was talking about. A group of about ten zombies were heading straight towards us, every single one of them the spitting image of Karl Marx.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-07-17T17:12:51Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Zombie Multiplication</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;You&amp;#8217;re not a jerk at all, so don&amp;#8217;t feel like one. It was fun writing in a vein I normally don&amp;#8217;t use. :)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-07-17T17:12:51Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Ana Cristina</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Zombie Multiplication</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I love it! Aside from a few continuity errors, it&amp;#8217;s great! But, see, there&amp;#8217;s a rub. I do have a vision for this story that I really need to continue on my own. I wish sequeling around stuff like this didn&amp;#8217;t make me feel like such a jerk! Tell you what, let&amp;#8217;s write a collaborative series together when I get done with this one, deal? :-)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-07-17T16:57:23Z</published>
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      <name>uselessness</name>
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