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  <subtitle> Mark vomited on her shoes. 
&amp;quot;You drunk a-hole!&amp;quot; Gail screamed.
Mark blearily straightened himself out. &amp;quot;Sorry baby, but wearing brown shoes with a black dress is such a fashion faux pas, I couldn't take it.&amp;quot;
&amp;quot;You need help, seriously.&amp;quot; Gail said, as she wiped her shoes on Mark's tee shirt. 
&amp;quot;I think that hot dog I had was bad.&#8221; Mark croaked.
&amp;quot;Right. You were fine with the 12 beers you had in the last three hours, but the hot dog, well that was too much.&amp;quot; Gail replied sarcastically.
&amp;quot;You're right, it wasn't the hot dog, it was the moldy bun.&amp;quot; Mark smiled crookedly because the right side of his face was numb.
&amp;quot;Mark, I am saying this as a friend, because as of this moment we're through, but you have a drinking problem.&amp;quot; Gail said with a look that combined pity with fury.
&amp;quot;Tell me about it, I am out of beer.&amp;quot; Mark quipped.
Gail sighed, turned her back, and made a call on her cell phone for a ride. 
Mark stared at the stain on his shirt, while a small tear trickled down his cheek.</subtitle>
  <updated>2007-09-25T00:38:30Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Was It The Bad Shoes Or A Cry For Help? </title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Great realistic dialouge. I can easily imagine the scene in my head.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-09-25T00:38:30Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>A Clockwork Apple</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Was It The Bad Shoes Or A Cry For Help? </title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Awwuhh that&amp;#8217;s kind of cute&amp;#8230;in a depressing way hahah&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/9877?basename=13522</id>
    <published>2007-09-21T22:18:43Z</published>
    <author>
      <name> lifelessxlullaby</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Was It The Bad Shoes Or A Cry For Help? </title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;awww mark&amp;#8217;s good and sober on the inside!&lt;br /&gt;very good story, i enjoyed it =]&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-09-21T21:05:26Z</published>
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      <name>One Time, One Chance</name>
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