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		<title>Groceries</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The cashier stood waiting with the woman's change, awkward and too close. The people in line strained to hear. The store became quiet. Aisles held their breath.


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		<title>Under a Full Moon</title>
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		<description><![CDATA["I think that when they first met," he whispered, "the Moon fell in love with the Earth. Madly, like I did for your great-grandma, and like your dad did for your mom."


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		<title>True Love Waits</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[You look up. It's KF. He's reading Tom Robbins' Skinny Legs and All. Sensing your attention, his eyes come off the page and find you: your face, your hair, your lips. He's not looking at you, he's tasting you. And when he settles into your eyes, it's as though a Christmas cracker has gone off, and you are each holding an end.


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		<title>The Snowy River Game</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Apr 1999 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[They offer their attention now for ours later, when there will be wine and dark and the light of a foreign moon. An ancient and civilized compromise.


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		<title>Loora</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Mar 1999 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The popping of bedsprings as I moved my legs over the side of my bunk, the heavy thump as I dropped down beside her. Someone would wake. Foil an espionage of flesh.


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		<title>Four Men</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Mar 1999 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[We agree on English, so that we will all know a few words, how to apologize.  We speak slowly, pause often, move our hands, look at each other, smile.


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		<title>Cricket, Aussie-style</title>
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