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  <title>Fred&#246;sphere's Stories</title>
  <subtitle>Composer of choral music and writer of science fiction.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-04-15T19:27:27Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Crow Up</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;George thought this one was unusually arrogant, even for a crow.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;You can&amp;#8217;t do it forever, you know,&amp;#8221; he said. &amp;#8220;Keeping us tied up. And helpless. Every human being in the world. It&amp;#8217;s gotta end sometime.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Why not?&amp;#8221; the bird chirped back at him. &amp;#8220;We&amp;#8217;ve been doing it for the past three years.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&#8220;&lt;strong&gt;Two&lt;/strong&gt; years, nine months, and nineteen days!&amp;#8221; George cried, with relish. &amp;#8220;You can&amp;#8217;t count! Your kind never could!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-25T18:50:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-15T19:27:27Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>Fred&#246;sphere</name>
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