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		<title>Big Kitty</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Shawn Michael Ambrose]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Sep 2018 14:49:20 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Ben Gillman woke up not knowing where he was or how he got there. But what he was certain of, or almost certain of, was that there was an enormous Persian cat standing in front of him smoking a cigar. “Ah, you’re awake. Ben, is it?” asked the huge feline who was puffing away, blowing heart-shaped smoke rings. Ben did not respond. It was safe to say he was slightly more than confused. It has to be a dream, he thought. “I appreciate that this might seem strange and illusory, but know that I am real and this is really happening,” said the cat. This,</p>
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		<title>Sixth Sense</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Caren Launus-Gamble]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Aug 2018 14:34:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>The door to my office was pushed open with considerable force, banged against the wall and made me jump out of my skin. “Melanie!” He burst into the room, arms full of disorderly paperwork, which he immediately dumped onto my desk, nearly knocking over my full cup of cocoa I’d just wanted to enjoy with my lunch. I put down the magazine I’d been reading. “Jonathan, it’s lunchtime. Would you mind coming back in 10 minutes?” I said, trying to keep the rage out of my voice. “Lunch. Fiddledeedee. I pay your wages, so I say when you can have a break,” he hissed. “Here</p>
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