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  <title>cainegreene's Stories</title>
  <subtitle>Transplanted to Florida from the crazy northeast.    Always loved writing and hid behind doors when I was young and despondent.  Read many interesting ficlet profiles and after  years of marriage, children, coaching, office work and politics I have come to the conclusion that writing and life are similar.

&amp;quot;Be content with what you have, rejoice in the way things are.  When you realize there is nothing lacking, the whole world belongs to you. &amp;quot; ~*Lao Tzu*
                                 OR
&amp;quot;Sell everything you have and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven.&amp;quot; ~*Jesus*

My first entry into a ficlet series *Stangurdwood*  http://ficlets.com/stories/9408
which is still going strong thanks to *m8ryx* and the original *rickyDan* series http://ficlets.com/stories/9338


My particular favorite venture into vampirism where clerics kick vamp butt the *Brother Nikolai* series:
http://ficlets.com/stories/9363

My Bud Ighnot's cool Sci-Fi *Event Horizon*
http://ficlets.com/stories/10655

Then there's m8ryx cool sci-fi *The Future*
http://ficlets.com/stories/9186

For the truly deep:

*Love* is like the *Ocean*
   it *Rises* and *Falls*
But is always *there*    
_cg_</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-03-31T18:41:56Z</updated>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">Space Trucking</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/23171" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Starship Trooper fly&lt;br /&gt;Through Purple Haze to Lucy&lt;br /&gt; No Rehab for us&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/23171</id>
    <published>2008-03-03T19:02:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-31T18:41:56Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>cainegreene</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/cainegreene</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">A slip of time</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/23169" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Time and a Word slip&lt;br /&gt;My boy becomes an Airman&lt;br /&gt; I have no Disgrace&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/23169</id>
    <published>2008-03-03T18:35:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-01T12:03:09Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>cainegreene</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/cainegreene</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Nightwalker Offering</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/21978" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Nightwalkers bounced up and down with each bite much like bobbers. A low chanting &amp;#8220;Burrgarz&amp;#8221; began to well up from what was left of their vocal cords.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bringz me zee heartz and brainz!&lt;/em&gt; she commanded through the hive mind.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;The Tyson drone stopped his feeding frenzy and removed the requested delicacies and placed them on what was left of her clothing.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;A Nightwalker emerged from the bobble headed mass toward Tyson. As he approached, the blood drenched Tyson lifted the delicacies over his head like a sacrificial offering.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Burrgarz. Burrgarz. Burrgarz.&amp;#8221; the drones intoned.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;She will be pleased.&amp;#8221; said drone leader 88 as he received the gifts. With great restraint he carried them to his Queen. Oh how he wanted to eat these savory morsels.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;He stopped and sniffed the air. He looked toward the tree a human was there. As one the Nightwalkers stopped their inhuman chant and focused on the tree. &amp;#8220;&lt;strong&gt; BURRGARZ !&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#8220;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;88 continued on while the Tyson drone ate and the swarm attacked.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well done children.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21978</id>
    <published>2008-02-21T18:30:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-19T22:13:12Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>cainegreene</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/cainegreene</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Breakup</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/21653" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;We&amp;#8217;re over! Dead silence. Gonna hit me? Why should I? He wept&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/21653</id>
    <published>2008-02-18T17:27:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-18T06:50:46Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>cainegreene</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/cainegreene</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Transformation Complete</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/20416" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Dan&amp;#8217;s arms strecthed horizontally dividing and branching until he was surrounded in a halo of Ash branches. His face began to buckle and crease with bark. A peace was falling over him as the Sun began to warm him.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Bright shiny verdant leaves began to sprout all over his branches. As the leaves spread open the sunlight energized them. It was as if he had thousands of little batteries sending electrical impulses throughout his being.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Lugus stepped into the meadow and could feel the vibrant energies all around him. He stood and gazed over the meadow. He controled his breathing, slow deep breaths, listeing to his heart and then through the ground and outward. &lt;em&gt;The Ash! You are new little one. When where you begotten?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Dan heard him or rather felt him and his thoughts. He tried to speak but had no lips! &lt;em&gt;Help Me!&lt;/em&gt; his thoughts screamed.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;The druid scanned further and found the Dyrad. He came out of his trance saw the creature &lt;strong&gt;What have you done?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;The Dryad scampered, cackling, into the Satngurd.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/20416</id>
    <published>2008-02-07T21:36:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-04T21:43:58Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>cainegreene</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/cainegreene</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Old is Relative</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/14151" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Woe is me who remembers TV only in black &amp;#38; white, color TV was a dream until I was a teenager. HD who would have thought? Portable video players never!&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Music was only on Vinyl records 33, 45 and 78. Dad built his own turntable, speaker cabinet and tube amplifier. With that corner speaker, a cassette player and a ten watt tube amp to blow away my dorm buddies cool Marantz stereo. Amazing the power I could get out of a 12&amp;#8221; woofer and horn tweeter. Now we have ipods and iceKUBE IT-20 speakers.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Phones were rotary dialed and plugged into the wall talked to my girlfriend on a 15&#8217; extension so I could have privacy. Wireless extension phones were awesome but now we have cell phones. Who would have thought back then that I could walk downtown while talking to my girl the whole time?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Evolution and adaptation keep me from being the dinosaur I could be. Today I can&#8217;t live without broadband,  MP3  players and my Xbox360. I maybe slow but even the old coot could get into Pokemon back in the day. &lt;strong&gt;Grow young as you age.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/14151</id>
    <published>2007-11-20T20:09:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-20T16:42:38Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>cainegreene</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/cainegreene</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Never Going Home</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/14118" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Come in my precious rose blossom. The dress I bought you makes you all the more like a vibrant luscious red rose walking amid our decaying town.&amp;#8221; the voice oozed like oil from the doorway.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;No. I can&amp;#8217;t .. &amp;#8221; Anna stuttered. Thoughts tried to rise through murky consciousness but she could not focus. She pounded her thigh hoping the pain would make her lucid. &amp;#8220;Damn it what have you done to me?&amp;#8221; she screamed.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Oh my dear newborn junkie blossom have you forgotten the special bubble tea we made just for you!&amp;#8221; again the voice flowed slowly out the door. Sort of a whisper gaining volume as it enveloped her.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What tea? I didn&amp;#8217;t have any tea. I&amp;#8217;m on vacation aren&amp;#8217;t I?&lt;/em&gt; She beat her thigh again. Nothing. She swayed like a rose bush in the wind.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;No my prized blossom you are not on vacation. I sent you the money. Yes, I know you thought you won the prize. You are mine until you can pay the loan back, the dress, and the shoes.&#8221; The voice covered her like a slick of crude. Under its weight she fainted.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/14118</id>
    <published>2007-11-20T03:52:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-16T04:59:24Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>cainegreene</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/cainegreene</uri>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Druid Emmerges</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/13987" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Magic was churning like an enzymatic processes digesting good or evil in it wake. Maybe it was more of a metamorphosis&lt;/em&gt;, he could not tell from beneath the falling Stangurd river. Yet this is where he found solitude from nature, the Yewmans and the magic, it had led him to this place because of the silence.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, the constant roar of the falls has drowned the constant murmur of ancient darkness&lt;/em&gt; thought Lugus.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Like all druids he knew that the darkness was not to be feared but rather embraced, a ring of pure silver circumventing both light and dark neither having dominance but infinitely coexisting in harmony.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do we always struggle then?&lt;/em&gt; he sighed.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;He emerged from behind the falls to the ledge that wound up the side of the great cliffs. His multi brown hued hooded cloak flapping in the wind never getting wet made him look ominous as he stood atop the falls. Toward the east he went while the sun painted the clouds a dizzying array of colors.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something&#8217;s amiss in the meadow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/13987</id>
    <published>2007-11-18T03:55:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-17T07:40:56Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>cainegreene</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/cainegreene</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Three's a Crowd</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/12545" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Way to go num nuts! Look at &amp;#8216;em gigling at us. Damn I&amp;#8217;ve got Spanish class with Donna next period. Shit maybe we should all crawl into a cesspool and hide. Frickin stink bomb too. Gotta go thanks for nuthin &lt;strong&gt;fart brain!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/12545</id>
    <published>2007-11-01T19:56:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-01T09:09:03Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>cainegreene</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/cainegreene</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Transformation</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/12332" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The Ash nectar flowed evenly over his tongue. Taste buds blossoming with silvery sweet sensations and light woody overtones poured down his throat into his stomach. There it began to awaken and rejuvenate him. It was as if he swallowed liquid light and the light was revivifing his celluar tissue.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Soon you will be one of us!&amp;#8221; exclaimed the creature blinking and clapping his hands.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Dan sucked down the nectar to the last drop. Invigorated he began to see with new eyes and hear with new ears. His feet were becoming elongated.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Quickly we must go to the surface! Follow me! This way!&amp;#8221; The creature scampered off thru the tunnel.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Dan sauntered after him. His quickly growing feet slapping the ground looking rather like a duck he waddled forward and then up to an opening thru the side of a hill.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Come here!&amp;#8221; waved the creature on an adjacent hill top.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Dan began to waddle up the hill but he no longer felt like Dan. At the top his feet quickly spread out and grew downward like roots of a tree.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/12332</id>
    <published>2007-10-29T20:43:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-13T04:55:16Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>cainegreene</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/cainegreene</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">the hive</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/12201" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&#8220;Why did wez go outz at nitez? We can&#8217;t seez themz wellz only by the smellz do we findz themz.&#8221; The drone said as his new symbiotic body spasmodically jerked about surveying the surroundings.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&#8220;The one they called Wilhem did not succumb to us. His consciousness is not one with the hive mind. She is already distressed. We cannot trouble her further&#8221; replied drone leader 44.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&#8220;More the reason to huntz them during the bright timez. We needz the hatchling. Mother will bez joyful, yes?&#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8216;Hatchlings are more supportive of our symbiotic larvae&amp;#8217; thought the leader.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Let us rest. When the sun is over our heads we hunt them. Burrrgarz!!&#8221; the leader bellowed.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&#8220;Burrrrgarz!! Burrrgarz!! Burrgarz!!&#8221; screamed one hundred drones.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;He moved to the center of the hive. &lt;em&gt;We will get them splendorous one. You but have to ask your servants and we will comply.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes we will leader 44. I would like to eat&lt;/em&gt; she replied through the hive mind synapses. From a cold vault he removed a bulbous writhing mass of flesh.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/12201</id>
    <published>2007-10-26T18:49:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-23T15:41:40Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>cainegreene</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/cainegreene</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Robert's first stromboli</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/11816" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Hey Luigi! Dis a guy wanna tofu inna his a stromboli!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Madona! Mario you gotta be kidding me. Who is a dis guy?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Vene qui! Scusi senor canna you tella my associate here whatta you want?&amp;#8221; said Mario and winking to Luigi. The italian look of &amp;#8220;hey youa not gonna believe dis.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Robert was getting nervous now. He never had this problem back home in Los Angeles. &amp;#8220;Sir. I can not have dairy products or meat so I would like tofu, mushrooms, onions and peppers.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Che fa! What is a dis tofu? Ain&amp;#8217;t dat oriental stuff?&amp;#8221; said Mario with obivous disdain.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Yes sir.&amp;#8221; quivered Robert.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Chinatown is a couple blocks east. Luigi show dis guy whatta a sromboli is.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Ok. Guarda. Now look you take a da dough, spread just a little a sauce eh. Add mozzarella, lay da pepperoni and sausage on top. For you I adda da mushroom now you roll dis baby uppa, eh? We putta dis in the oven for ten minootz. OK?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Yes sir&amp;#8221; replied Robert. The aroma! He could taste it before he served it.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Now, that&amp;#8217;s a stromboli!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11816</id>
    <published>2007-10-20T03:08:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-18T13:51:06Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>cainegreene</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/cainegreene</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Going Uptown</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/11772" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Susan where are you? Weren&#8217;t you here just now? My god I must be going crazy! Jon turns and looks down the culvert only to see more homeless like him. Brothers in Dire Straits &lt;em&gt;Money for nothing and the chicks for free&lt;/em&gt; that&#8217;s what it used to be. Dreams of the young and restless, &lt;em&gt;i dreamed your dream for you and now your dream is real,&lt;/em&gt; whoa this is too deep, come on Jim. He took a deep draught on his Jim Beam.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;He started to make his way out of the park. It was a cool crisp autumn day. The sky was a brilliant blue with wisps of clouds dancing against the red and orange of the maples and oaks. He took a deep breath, the cool air awakening his spirit &#8220;Jim it is a great day to be alive!&#8221; He began humming &lt;em&gt;Money for Nothing&lt;/em&gt; walking across 79th with a rhythm in his step.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&#8220;What the hell are you doing here?&#8221; she whispered in his ear, grabbed him by the arm and took him down the sidewalk out of sight from the doorman.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&#8220;I, I, Uh just want wh-wh-what&#8217;s mi-mi-mine.&#8221; Jon stuttered in his perplexed stupor.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11772</id>
    <published>2007-10-19T18:59:15Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-16T20:56:22Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>cainegreene</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/cainegreene</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Vampire Dream</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/11738" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Insert the knife &lt;br /&gt;Below the dermis&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, lovingly &lt;br /&gt;Caress the blade&lt;br /&gt;Along the muscle&lt;br /&gt;Delicious meat&lt;br /&gt;Tenderly separating&lt;br /&gt;Skin from meat&lt;br /&gt;Delectable meat&lt;br /&gt;Fold the hide&lt;br /&gt;Dry and tan the skin&lt;br /&gt;Make a lamp shade&lt;br /&gt;Some nice gloves&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some shoes&lt;br /&gt;Oh the savory meat&lt;br /&gt;Sage, rosemary and thyme&lt;br /&gt;Olive oil, salt, and pepper&lt;br /&gt;A fire and spit, roasting&lt;br /&gt;Human flesh so tasty&lt;br /&gt;Better than their bloodz&lt;br /&gt;Exquisite, delightful&lt;br /&gt;Each bite, every morsel&lt;br /&gt;Luscious, satisfying&lt;br /&gt; Next&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11738</id>
    <published>2007-10-19T02:47:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-17T01:42:09Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>cainegreene</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/cainegreene</uri>
    </author>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title type="text">Inside the Cave</title>
    <link type="text/html" href="http://ficlets.com/stories/11725" rel="alternate"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&#8220;Whoa! Where the hell am I?&#8221; Dan nervously scanned the cave. Yellow green luminescent lichen grew on the ceiling bathing the cave in an eerie greenish light. The torch added an orange hue and a smoky haze. A bright red flat toadstool was off to the right with a large pitcher plant and a wooden bowl. Next to the toadstool was a smaller round orange one and sitting upon it was a creature.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&#8220;Hello Yewman.&#8221; The brownish and bark like creature said. The luminous yellow eyes blinked. &#8220;From where do thee hail?&#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&#8220;Uh?&#8221; Dan was dumbfounded. &#8220;What are you and where am I?&#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&#8220;Nay first things first, from where do you hail?&#8221; The wide eyes blinked again.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&#8220;Uh ever hear of Klamath Falls?&#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&#8220;Tis near a great lake, yes?&#8221; The eyes blinked again. &#8220;What are you called?&#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&#8220;Dan. Man, what the heck is going on?&#8221; Dan was clearly agitated.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&#8220;Ah Dan from Klamath Falls it is so nice of you to drop in.&#8221; It winked, stood, and motioned Dan to sit. &#8220;Come have a drink of Ash nectar.&#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Dan sat and tentatively sipped from the bowl.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/11725</id>
    <published>2007-10-18T23:49:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-17T01:49:12Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>cainegreene</name>
      <uri>http://ficlets.com/authors/cainegreene</uri>
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