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  <title>KinCross' Stories</title>
  <subtitle>Easily distracted and distracts others.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-06-06T13:36:19Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Fried Rice Interrupted</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The flimsy door clatters wildly in the corridor, opening barely fast enough for a frantic woman to fit her body through the portal&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&#8220;Little Sister, I heard&amp;#8212;&#8221; She stops. Dead silence hangs ominously in the dirty kitchen.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Barbequed pork sits steaming, half-sliced on the thick wooden cutting board.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Peeled shrimp sits in a bowl on the counter, meticulously deveined.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;A very fresh chicken lays separated into bite-sized chunks in a deep dish, seasonings seeping into every little available crevice.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;A liver sits on wax paper, waiting.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Her brother-in-law&#8217;s face is violently surprised and indignant.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Her sister faces off against him, clutching her meat cleaver. Unaware of the blood dripping from its heavy blade onto the tenement&#8217;s crusty stone floor, her sister exudes calm relief.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;A light clatter tails away from the elder sister as she steps gingerly into the room. Looking down, her brow arches thoughtfully.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;She picks up a severed hand, still fiercely gripping a revolver.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&#8220;I know someone who can use this.&#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-07T20:07:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-06T13:36:19Z</updated>
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      <name>KinCross</name>
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