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		<title>Allen, Mike: &#8220;The Button Bin&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2008 05:24:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eugie Foster</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Button Bin
by Mike Allen
You know he&#8217;s the one who made your beloved niece disappear.
He&#8217;s come out of his shop now, fussing with gloves that look expensive, a match to his long glossy overcoat. Glare from the streetlight glints on his bare scalp. Above that light, impotent clouds wall away the moon, render the sky [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Anders, Charlie: &#8220;Suicide Drive&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2008 05:20:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eugie Foster</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Suicide Drive
by Charlie Anders
You&#8217;re late. If we miss history, it&#8217;ll be all your fault.
Nah, I don&#8217;t really care. I&#8217;m just flinging shit at you. You&#8217;re the one       who wanted to record my reaction to the big day. It&#8217;s down here, past the       big [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bernobich, Beth: &#8220;A Feast of Cousins&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 11:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eugie Foster</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[A Feast of Cousins
by Beth Bernobich
Consanguinity was Cousin Tessa&#8217;s new favorite word. The one she whispered to me last week, when we made sticky, bone-crunching love in her bedroom. Tess collected words like pennies, snatching them up from wherever, setting them sideways and spinning them around, before she lost interest and tossed them aside for [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Bohnhoff, Maya:  &#8220;Seraphim&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 10:30:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>N. K. Jemisin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Seraphim
    by Maya Kaathryn Bohnhoff
San Francisco Chronicle, December 4, 1896
AN AIRSHIP WHICH RODE IN A WAGON WAS PLANTED IN A GULCH:
The latest fake to deceive the credulous
Built of galvanized iron and conveyed to a secluded spot, the airship
        was found early this morning. The Seraph [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Connolly, Tina: &#8220;The Bitrunners&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 10:20:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jennifer Pelland</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Bitrunners
by Tina Connolly
The thing about Mars is, they catch you when you yoink stuff.
Criming on Mars is about keeping your nose clean. It&#8217;s about please and thank you and slipping the credits and if you have to no-air someone, you do it slick and untraceable. You spike the software on their ship, you make [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Cypess, Leah: &#8220;Dead Silent&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 10:10:43 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Jennifer Pelland</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dead Silent
by Leah Cypess
Shanna leaned over the edge of the ferry, watching the water turn to white froth as the boat plowed noisily through it. She loved looking at the froth. It coiled and swirled angrily for several yards around the boat&#8217;s bottom before dashing out against the gentle swells of blue-green water beyond. Shanna [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Foster, Eugie: &#8220;Addy in My Mind&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 10:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Eugie Foster</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Addy In My Mind
by Eugie Foster 
Here&#8217;s a question I never thought I&#8217;d ask myself: what&#8217;s worse, being       on the lam from a guerilla gang, or flying cabin class through turbulence       with someone who&#8217;s bits to bollocks terrified of being in the air?
The [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Foster, Eugie: &#8220;The Center of the Universe&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 09:30:06 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The Center of the Universe
by Eugie Foster
With a class numbering only seventy-two, my high school reunions were       more like family get-togethers. The class of &#8216;83 was a demoralizing family       though, filled with peers like distant cousins who knew me when I was gawky [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Genge, Sara: &#8220;Clapping for the Fairies&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 09:00:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Clapping for the Fairies
by Sara Genge
You crack open the dusty curtain of the motel room window and peer out at Green standing on the curb. Lighting isn&#8217;t a priority in this part of Oklahoma and from where you stand she looks like any ordinary prostitute, indiscreet in her trench coat and flashable lingerie.
She will kill [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Genge, Sara: &#8220;Pretty Little Thing&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 08:00:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Transcriptase Authors</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Fiction]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Pretty Little Thing
by Sara Genge
Claude
She was a pretty little thing, lithe, dark. She swung her hair just so, without a care in the world, not a hint of tension to betray the danger of the situation, a young girl taking the metro at night, alone.
I imagined she had a boyfriend. She was too hot not [...]]]></description>
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