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		<title>Elmer&#8217;s Big Escape</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Sep 2006 19:18:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Considering how much everyone enjoyed the last Bedtime Story I shared with you, I thought you might like this. It&#8217;s a shorter tale that my mom used to tell me during those days when she would rather be watching Quincy than tucking me into bed. It&#8217;s been a while, but I think it went something [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Story of John</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Jul 2006 22:25:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[CHAPTER 1: The Beginning John was born on a hot winter&#8217;s day in the middle of a Wal-Mart parking lot. His mother, Anne, was so busy loading her bargains into her car that she didn&#8217;t even notice when she gave birth. In fact, had a passing motorist not yelled &#8220;Hey, you stupid bitch, you just [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Case of The Black Leather Handbag</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 17 Jul 2005 01:21:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Needless to say, the case of the Long-Distance Jumper didn&#8217;t go so well. About twenty minutes into my investigation that night, a real detective showed up and confiscated all of the cool things I had managed to put into little plastic bags. He then proceeded to lecture me on the consequences of destroying evidence and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Keen Observation</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Jun 2005 15:28:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I found her corpse sprawled out on the sidewalk: a jumper, they said. Of course, I didn&#8217;t believe them. Sure, all the signs were there: the position of the body, the giant pool of blood, the shattered bones. But still, something wasn&#8217;t right. Me? My name is Richard Keen, Private Investigator/Disc Jockey Extraordinaire, available for [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A New Bedtime Story</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 May 2005 14:04:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Since y&#8217;all liked my last bedtime story so much, I thought I&#8217;d go on ahead &#8216;n share with ya a new&#8217;un. This&#8217;n was done told to me by my ma, back when we was livin&#8217; up in the Ozarks and I was, I reckon, no more than a pea. Hope y&#8217;all like it. It go [...]]]></description>
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