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  <title>zizban's Stories</title>
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  <updated>2007-11-27T17:51:18Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Lights</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;But your not. It is worse than that&amp;#8230;much worse&amp;#8230;there is a light&amp;#8230;green and red&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Three lights? No, two&amp;#8230;two!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-11-01T01:20:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-27T17:51:18Z</updated>
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      <name>zizban</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">7 Minutes</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;7 minutes left. I felt my heart pound in my chest. I thought back on my life, my loves, the good jobs, the bad ones, the one night stands, the failed romances&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;6 minutes&amp;#8230;six minutes left. I am not religious but something comes to me&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;What you sow in tears you shall reap in joy&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;5 Minutes&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-11-01T01:13:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-30T19:40:12Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>zizban</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">The Masked Stranger--Unmasked!</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Your the masked stranger from the ball!&amp;#8221; I gasped.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;He smiled, &amp;#8220;Oh aren&amp;#8217;t you clever, are you a detective?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;My eyes widened, &amp;#8220;Your quoting Family Guy! I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; family guy! Wait&amp;#8230;I have one&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Okay&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; He replied tenatively.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Oh mother I have a gift. I&amp;#8217;ll give you a hint, its in my diaper and it&amp;#8217;s not a toaster.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;That&amp;#8217;s digusting!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I thought you liked Family Guy!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;I never said such a thing. You said it.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Tears welled up. He was so cute, but was he playing games with me? Was this just one giant game to him?&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;I kicked him hard, in the nuts. He went down in a crumbled heap of sobbing man-child. I stood over him, &amp;#8220;Next time, don&amp;#8217;t mess with the head of the Family Guy Fan Club!&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-10-31T23:53:52Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-25T19:14:24Z</updated>
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      <name>zizban</name>
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