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    <entry>
        <title>Apple Pie</title>
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        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/apple-pie?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>Gwen was having a terrible day. Her plans had her speaking in front of a large group of management, wowing them with her incredible knowledge of TCP/IP security and the proposal that would save them thousands. And prevent their networks from being broken into for the last year. But, life had a way of whacking you upside the head. In her case, it was from a nasty cold that left her hacking and gasping for breath. Instead of standing in front of her bosses and having them throw promotions, men, an…</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Assigned Duties</title>
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        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/assigned-duties?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>Tracy’s fingers hovered over his keyboard, his index fingers caressing the nubs on the “F” and “J”. The dense source code filled almost the entire screen in nine point font. His brown eyes scanned along the symbols, picking out the code as he searched for the subtle bug that broke the ordering process. A few moments later, he spotted it, a pointer being set to null when it should be the next order. He smiled triumphantly and his fingers flew across the keyboard, correcting it in a flash.…</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Bait</title>
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        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/bait?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>Bright colors swirled against the back of his eyes as Thomas struggled to pull himself awake. His head throbbed almost painfully as his senses slowly woke up from the black fog that filled him. His tongue felt like it was rolled in kitty litter, swollen and listless. Sluggishly, he pushed his head back and forth until it began to move more freely on it’s own.</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>The Betrayal Diamond</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/betrayal-diamond?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff"/>
        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/betrayal-diamond?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>Steve sighed heavily as he wandered back into the living room of his mother’s house. He paused as he reminded himself, it was now his deceased mother’s home. She died only a few days ago, collapsing to the ground at the senior’s buffet, right before the shrimp buffet. Her favorite. Tears started to drip from his eyes as he squeezed them shut. Taking a deep shuddering breath, he wiped them from his face before Sarah could see them. Even though she was in the kitchen, digging for some food, he hat…</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Blind Date on a Full Moon</title>
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        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/blind-date-full-moon?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>Sarah arched her back as her blind date nuzzled right along her neck. He didn’t caress her as much as pin her with his strong lips. She gasped, her hands clutching to his shoulders, fingernails digging into the leather jacket that still had the scent of newness on the fringes. Narrowing her eyes, she wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling the muscles in his ass flexing as he pushed harder. His efforts ground her against the bus stop bench.</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Bridled</title>
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        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/bridled?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>Laureth felt terrible as she staggered out of the back room of the dentist office and leaned heavily against the wall by the clerk. Paul smoothly appeared next to her, holding himself in that posture that vibrated between excited and bored, and rested one hand on the counter. She couldn’t read the emotions from his face, but she still felt an uncomfortable twisting inside as she stared into his eyes.</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Christmas Hangover</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/christmas-hangover?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff"/>
        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/christmas-hangover?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>The train whistle exasperated Robert’s hangover. He sat down on the cracked bench with a groan. Across the way, a coworker named Telford chuckled.

“Still hung over from last night’s party?”

Robert nodded, not really seeing anything. In his head, he replayed a blowjob he enjoyed in the coat room. Wet and slurping. Lips against his balls and the tip in the back of someone’s throat. He just couldn’t remember who gave him the time of his life.</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Covered Bridge Red</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/covered-bridge-red?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff"/>
        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/covered-bridge-red?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>The car came to a halt by the old covered bridge and Janice felt a thrill riding up her spine. Trembling hands pushed open the door and she slipped out. Closing the door quietly as not to disturb the forest, she crept along the road and reached out for the dark red paint.</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Customer Service</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/customer-service?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff"/>
        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/customer-service?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>To Kelly’s Lingerie Customer Service:

I am writing about the incident in store #842 on November 12, 2009. Your employee, Laura, has shown initiative in ensuring customer satisfaction. When the store manager found us in the changing room, there is an easily explained reason why she was on her knees and covered in cum.</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Daughter with Benefits</title>
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        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/daughter-with-benefits?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>Jake sighed to himself as he pushed open the front door, half distracted by the stack of bills in his hands. Naturally, the thickest was the cellular phone bill. It was the best plan he could have, but they still didn’t offer unlimited chatting when it came to thirteen year old daughters. He tore it open, closing the door with his foot as he pulled out a thick bundle of papers. Groaning, he stared at the monthly total, then flipped through three dozen pages of itemized calls, downloads, and text…</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Dressing Up</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/dressing-up?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff"/>
        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/dressing-up?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>Rob walked into the bedroom wearing nothing but a hard-on and it dripped with his excitement. John beamed, reaching over to trail his fingernails along the smooth balls and up to the tip. He glanced up and said, “You shaved?”

“For you,” Rob’s lips parted with a smile. “Help me dress?”</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Fallbeil</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/fallbeil?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff"/>
        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/fallbeil?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>Frederick sat next to the driver as the wagon bumped along the rough earthen road. One hand ached from holding him steady in the seat, a difficult task in a suit and tie, but the alternative looked far worse. Along both sides of the road, Frederick could see mud and grime from the impromptu streams that ran down both sides. He kept his other hand on his trousers, trying to retain some of his poise as the castle Kaltenburg drew closer.</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>The Father’s Day Pact</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/father-day-pact?rev=1295960601&amp;do=diff"/>
        <published>2011-01-25T05:03:21-07:00</published>
        <updated>2011-01-25T05:03:21-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/father-day-pact?rev=1295960601&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>The beginning of the morning was always the worst part of the day. Robert cracked open one eye and stared out into his bedroom. The edge of the bed was almost brushing his nose, but his eyes focused on the plain wall beyond. A small smudge, barely noticeable on the dingy wallpaper, but it still caught his eyes. In his mind, he could almost remember what she looked like, when she threw a book at him and missed.</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>For Vanity’s Sake</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/for-vanity-sake?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff"/>
        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/for-vanity-sake?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>The office door opened with the soft squeak of rusted hinges. The dingy front office—only slightly larger than a walk-in closet—looked terribly bare with two padded chairs and a desk for a non-existent secretary. Alexis pushed the door completely open before stepping out from the back office. She tugged down on her baggy sweatshirt, her long fingernails scraping on the fraying edges of the decades old fabric. In her attempts to cover her rear, the fabric strained against her massive breasts. She…</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Forgotten</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/forgotten?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff"/>
        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/forgotten?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>Diana blew out the candles to her twenty-ninth birthday with a sigh. One candle refused to extinguish, flickering in the faint whorls of invisible wind from her breath. The grocery store cake glistened in the light, the white frosting almost reminding her that there was only a few more minutes left on her birthday. Brown eyes, the color of Mississippi mud, looked up to focus on a digital clock attached below the cabinet of her kitchen. The baleful red letters read “11:58.” Two minutes until midn…</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Fortune Cookies</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/fortune-cookies?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff"/>
        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/fortune-cookies?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>You will get head.

Laura stared at the little slip of paper in her fingers. Tiny crumbs from the cookie obscured the last letter. Hoping there was a missing “a” in “head”, she brushed off the crumbs but the naked words remained. She glanced up to John, then back down at the paper. Gulping, she felt sweat trickling down the back of her neck.</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Free Ranged</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/free-ranged?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff"/>
        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/free-ranged?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>Marilyn took a moment as she stepped out of the taxi to steady herself. The black heels were barely wide enough to hold her up, but after years of long business meetings and desperate dating, they were the only thing she could still step on and it wouldn’t leave her. Pushing back the errant thought, she turned around and leaned into the passenger window and gave the driver a smile. His eyes automatically flashed down, to the shadow of her cleavage, but she kept the smile off her lips.</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Good Idea at the Time</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/good-idea-at-the-time?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff"/>
        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/good-idea-at-the-time?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>Michael tapped the polished bar in time with the rock beat from the pathetic band in the corner. Ironically, he could keep more in time than the drum player. In his other hand, he sloshed the large glass in his hand, watching the amber liquid swirling around as he considered getting a refill. After a second, he decided he could stop at four. Besides, he had a big day tomorrow.</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Green Lady: Blood MelonDonations</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/green-lady?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff"/>
        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/green-lady?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>The Green Lady was a woman in her forties, living in a small two-story house in an almost blissful silence. Her house rested at the end of a dirt road, almost just peeking around the tall pine trees that lined both sides. A massive garden surrounded her house, filled with more love than any human could even consider, yet somehow retained a sense of being wild despite the clean line of the picket fence and an organization of every single flower to some hidden rule of magic.</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>The Hot Tub Thief</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/hot-tub-thief?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff"/>
        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/hot-tub-thief?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>The little red car shuddered as it slowed to a halt at the stop sign in the middle of a smear of town somewhere in the Colorado mountains. A belch of bluish-gray smoke erupted from the rear of the rusted tailpipe, then the car started to spasm. Annoyed, a young voice screamed out as the driver pounded on the steering wheel a couple of times. The car shook violently, but no one except the driver was there to see it.</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Keeping Secrets</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/keeping-secrets?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff"/>
        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/keeping-secrets?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>Chloe whispered to her friend. The giggles and pointed looks at the other party-goers told me everything. A smile crossed my lips as I slipped through the crowds, pulling a ball gag from my pocket. Silence rippled away from me as I reached Chloe. My hands draped over her shoulders, resting my hands on the swells of her breasts. She looked up at me, her smile fading with realization. I lifted the gag to her mouth and she let out a soft moan before I eased it between her lips.</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Laundry Days</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/laundry-days?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff"/>
        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/laundry-days?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>Carla hissed as she muscled a shopping cart filled with clothes down a short set of stairs into the basement. Grunting, she braced it from below and tried to inch the rusted wheels over each step without plummeting to the bottom. As she pressed her back into the cart, the too tight shirt strained over her breasts, outlining her large nipples and full curves. She also wore a pair of tight sweatpants torn into shorts that barely covered her rounded ass. Underneath her clothes, no lines from a bra …</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Making a Point</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/making-a-point?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff"/>
        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/making-a-point?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>Gary settled back into his couch and cracked open another beer, enjoying the fumes then draining it between the flashes of two commercials. His eyes locked on the screen, waiting the return of the game. As he waited, he tossed the empty can over his shoulder. It crashed into the large pile of metal and garbage behind the couch—remains of a very enjoyable weekend alone of sports.</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Of Tentacles Past</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/of-tentacles-past?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff"/>
        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/of-tentacles-past?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>Jack pushed open the wooden doors of the bookstore and peered inside. Bookcases filled the empty spaces, except for clearing filled with barely comfortable chairs and tables that saw better days decades before. The warm, comfortable smell of musty books and weighted thoughts filled the entire store, along with the undercurrents of incense and leather. He smiled and continued through the door.</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Paying Debts</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/paying-debts?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff"/>
        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/paying-debts?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>Sara yawned and finally thumbed off the television. Kicking the blanket off, she tossed it on the leather recliner and stretched. Her night shirt, a huge t-shirt from an ex-boyfriend, hung off her breasts like a curtain. She glanced around sheepishly before she cupped her hands underneath them, bringing the large mounds up until they were almost perky. Then, sighed as she let them roll off her fingers and slump back down to her chest.</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>A Question of Peppermint</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/question-of-peppermint?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff"/>
        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/question-of-peppermint?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>“I got you something.”

At the sight of the jumbo peppermint candy canes in their cellophane wrapping, her eyes lit up and her red lips parted with anticipation. I smiled, watching her rip open the first one with delighted glee. I felt guilty wishing it was me instead of the twisted red and white candy in her mouth</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>A Son’s Ransom</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/ransom?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff"/>
        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/ransom?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>Jerry groaned as a headache of legendary proportions spiked through his mind. He lifted his hand to press against his temple, but his hand refused to move. Instead, a rattling sound filled the room, a harsh and unyielding metallic scraping that echoed into the pain-filled crevices of his mind.</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Returning the Treat</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/returning-the-treat?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff"/>
        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/returning-the-treat?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>Sandra felt illicit pleasure burning through her teenage body as she crept around the bushes of the locally famous Izer home. It was the House That Could Not Be Tricked. The cool October wind tugged at her leather jacket, pulling at the long blond hair until it unfurled into a golden banner behind her. She almost grabbed her hair to tuck it back, but then remembered the egg she held in her palm. Her smile broadened as she hefted the egg in her hand. In her left hand, she had the other eleven egg…</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>There is No Trick</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/there-is-no-trick?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff"/>
        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/there-is-no-trick?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>Sarah Kissmen nibbled on her fingernails as she leaned against the fake zombie rising dramatically from a rubberized hole pinned to the ground with tacky metal spikes. The entire thing screamed twenty dollars from Walmart and it looked identical to the one three houses down. At least this one didn’t have the price tag still on it or the box in the garbage by the curve.</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Tornado Watch</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/tornado-watch?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff"/>
        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/tornado-watch?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>“There’s a twister coming!” bellowed Blair, bursting through the bedroom door. Sandy sat up from the bed, tugging down her tank top back over her small breasts. He grabbed her, dragging her from the blankets and down the stairs.

She sat on the bottom step, panting.</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Type of Pervert</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/type-of-pervert?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff"/>
        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/type-of-pervert?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>Jacob tapped his feet impatiently as he waited for number 402 to show up on one of the DMV screens. He tore his gaze away from the screens to the people around him. Across from him, a dark haired man in his thirties sprawled out in a chair, reading a book while scratching the stubble of a beard. Jacob caught sight of a metal necklace around his throat.</summary>
    </entry>
    <entry>
        <title>Unlucky Winner</title>
        <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/unlucky-winner?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff"/>
        <published>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</published>
        <updated>2012-04-28T23:30:28-07:00</updated>
        <id>http://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/unlucky-winner?rev=1335681028&amp;do=diff</id>
        <summary>Randall unscrewed the gas tank to his battered Honda. Setting the cap down on the trunk, he reached over and grabbed the dispenser nozzle. With a bored sigh, he jammed it into place and squeezed the handle to lock it open. The hose jerked as fuel poured into the car, but a heartbeat later, the handle clicked in his hand and the fuel stopped. Automatically, he released the lever and tried again, but the pump stopped just as quickly. He resigned himself to keeping his hand on the lever instead of …</summary>
    </entry>
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