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  <title>Comments on 'In the Belly of the Whale'</title>
  <subtitle>I was too surprised to resist. Before I even knew what was happening, I splashed down into Willy's stomach, which was wet and slimy and hot and smelled of rotting fish. I coughed and sputtered in the close air, trying not to get slime in my mouth.

&amp;quot;What was&#8212;that for?&amp;quot; I gasped.

&amp;quot;It was for me, ground-dweller. I was hungry, and your kind has taken enough of ours to owe in return.&amp;quot; His voice seemed to rumble from all around me, but I could still understand it.

&amp;quot;But&#8212;all that talk of waiting for me for centuries&#8212;&amp;quot;

He expelled a burst of air through his blowhole in a cetacean snort. &amp;quot;Do you know how few of you we can lure into the water with us?&amp;quot; He sounded smug. I felt him tilt forward. He was diving.

&amp;quot;Let me out! I need to get back to my wife!&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Would you like her to join you? That can be arranged&#8212;I still have room.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;N-no, ah, thank you&#8230;&amp;quot; I mumbled.

&amp;quot;Relax. Sleep, and become a part of me.&amp;quot; His deep voice, combined with the heat, was somehow soothing, hypnotic. Unable to resist, I slid into a deep sleep&#8230;</subtitle>
  <updated>2007-03-17T06:32:11Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on In the Belly of the Whale</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;But it can&amp;#8217;t &lt;em&gt;possibly&lt;/em&gt; be over. If he died, having the story be narrated in past tense would not be possible.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;So see if &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; can find a way to continue it. And waking up in bed after an awful dream doesn&amp;#8217;t count. :)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-03-17T06:32:11Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Throat Wolf</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on In the Belly of the Whale</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Just when I thought it was over&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-03-17T06:29:12Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Bryan VorBryan</name>
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