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	<title>The Dormouse Confidential</title>
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	<description>:: NaNoWriMo 2008 ::</description>
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		<title>Five &#8212; Reality is a Word that Should Always Be Used in Quotes</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There was always a catch when the megacorps offered to help out low-life scum like myself.  TANSTAAFL - there ain&#8217;t no such thing as a free lunch.  I waited wordlessly as the Johnson got around to giving me the details of his offer of &#8220;help&#8221;.
Seeing no reaction was forthcoming, the Johnson continued.  &#8220;You&#8217;ll be compensated [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Four &#8212; Let Me Tell You a Story</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Lorelei,&#8221; the Johnson said as he slid into the chair opposite me.  &#8220;Lorelei Landry. I am so very pleased that I was able to find you here tonight.&#8221;  Something about the tone of his voice told me that he was not terribly surprised to find me at The Dragon&#8217;s Breath on this night at this [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.dormouseconfidential.com/2008/11/15/four-let-me-tell-you-a-story/</link>
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		<title>Three &#8212; The Hand That Bites</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The bar smelled like piss and sour vomit, the lighting was unflattering to even the most beautiful people and the furniture had seen better days about sixty years ago.  What The Dragon&#8217;s Breath lacked in décor, smell and lighting, it made up for with a discrete staff and an almost guaranteed privacy.  The owner, Owen [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.dormouseconfidential.com/2008/11/09/three-the-hand-that-bites/</link>
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		<title>Two - Never Startle a Grizzly</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Aside from the momentary sound of Virginia&#8217;s synth-leather shoes as she slid to her hiding place and the squeaking noise of my own Kevlar-vinyl jeans as I crouched, the room was silent after the echo of the knocking faded away into the chipped plaster walls of the room.  The din of nothingness almost made my [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.dormouseconfidential.com/2008/11/08/two-never-startle-a-grizzly/</link>
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