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  <title>The First Shawn's Stories</title>
  <subtitle>I was born a shoeless clown mermaid cowboy.  But all that changed the day i met Forthworth.</subtitle>
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    <title type="text">Questions</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I knew she was trouble the moment her silhouette slid across the dusty glass of my office door. I&amp;#8217;m a private eye. I&amp;#8217;m used to trouble. But being around her made you ask a lot of questions of yourself. After a while, you can predict trouble. Questions, though, sneak around you and jump you from the side while you&amp;#8217;re looking at what you thought was the most important thing in the world.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-03-07T21:07:09Z</published>
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