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  <title>Spiff's Stories</title>
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    <title type="text">I, Aphid</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I woke up to an annoying buzzing sound.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;This was remarkable, because until this morning, sounds were just sounds. I had never been annoyed before. Or happy, or cranky, or confused. I had never been bored with eating sap, sap, sap, nothing but sap. I had never been thankful for the ants&amp;#8217; protection or disgusted by the fact that they eat my&amp;#8230; well, let&amp;#8217;s not go there. I had never been scared when a gust of wind almost blew me off a stem and into who knows where.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Perhaps the worst thing about my newfound sentience was the absolute, driving need in me to figure out just what exactly that nasty buzzing sound was.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-08T20:59:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-06T23:11:25Z</updated>
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      <name>Spiff</name>
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