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	<title>Oneirophrenia</title>
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	<description>The Fiction of Derek C. F. Pegritz</description>
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		<title>Li&#8217;l Ditty &#8217;bout Jack and Diane</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2007 16:06:54 +0000</pubDate>
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	<dc:subject>A many-splintered thing</dc:subject>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was, in the end, so goddamn easy he could barely see how anyone could call it murder. I mean, no one said it was murder when that guy over in Edge County shot his girlfriend after he found out the dirty bitch was trying to have her uncle kill him so she could get [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Hands like Snakes Sow the Seeds</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 08 Jul 2006 21:43:29 +0000</pubDate>
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	<dc:subject>T.F.W.O.</dc:subject>
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		<description><![CDATA[It took me a lot longer to find Circe’s than I’d thought it would. Weeks. Many days of slowly mounting loneliness and hormonal hauntings. Scouring first the bright white glare of the net for a mention, a hint, a rumor, a map; then scouring the dark closetlands of the West Virginia panhandle for the place [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Place to Sleep</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Jul 2005 20:36:44 +0000</pubDate>
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	<dc:subject>Subtle Geometries</dc:subject>
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		<description><![CDATA[Nearly midnight and Clyde’s is Tuesday-night dead except for old Mister Binton, who’s slumped at the counter as always with his eyes halfshut and a cup of sugaredclotted decaf wheezing steam up into his face, and there’s a gaggle of quiet teenagers in the corner booth weeping through some secretive crisis. Joe’s in back scrubbing [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Seven Hundred Seventy Sevens</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Jul 2005 01:44:10 +0000</pubDate>
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	<dc:subject>Prologues</dc:subject>
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		<description><![CDATA[I live in sevens&#8211;in gasps of 7 years. I&#8217;m seven years old, I&#8217;m fourteen years, I&#8217;m twentyone, twentyeight, thirtysomething&#8230;.I&#8217;ve lost track as, seven, I scramble in the gluey heat of a rundown sunset, rusted old sun screeching away beneath the horizon and the air above the old slag dump behind my house stinks of hot [...]]]></description>
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