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      <title>Crash Stories</title>
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      <description>"Being a bike messenger was like winding yourself up like a top."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/fndMkCjFMkY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 16 Nov 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Mr CIA</title>
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      <description>"It seemed implausible that the CIA would come in droves, over decades, to retire on one island."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/_8VMM6BE0XI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 15 Nov 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Drug Series #11: Cocaine</title>
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      <description>"We go into the living room to shoot action figures."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/KhnfjJzse3U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Evalutation</title>
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      <description>"Frankly Dennis, you scare people."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/B4wyeq2RSMU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 11 Nov 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Guns</title>
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      <description>"The reason I want a gun is because I no longer want to be out of place."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/mYLx1yn7ZnU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 10 Nov 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Push Kick Coast</title>
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      <description>"The world was my oyster and the United Skates of America was my oyster bed."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/CV2VkErtO3I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 09 Nov 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>It Seems Our Time Has Run Out, Dr. Jones</title>
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      <description>"Indiana Jones and I were not just some fling. We were the REAL DEAL."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/AHq9w-WenrQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 08 Nov 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>You Give Love a Bad Name</title>
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      <description>"Bon Jovi brought us together and Bon Jovi tore us apart."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/qBbv3p41suE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 05 Nov 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>On Tubes, by Ted Stevens</title>
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      <description>"Sex is a series of tubes. One tube going into another, that’s all it is."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/CQYJBOESEM8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 04 Nov 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Kites</title>
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      <description>"The water was a gray green, like mold in the refrigerator."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/5MndUnHPGm0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 03 Nov 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Miner Dad</title>
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      <description>“The good news is, I got a line on a lost gold mine.”&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/egkpXEdrEls" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 02 Nov 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Pie</title>
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      <description>"My hands cain’t talk, but they’ve made so many pies, I bet they could do it themselves."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/umlS8Y-4mqo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 Nov 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Crepe-Hanger</title>
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      <description>"'Happy fucking Halloween,' Jack mumbled." A Halloween story from Derek McCormack.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/OF8BO3sA-XQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 29 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Masque of the Red Death</title>
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      <description>In honor of Halloween, a work of horror by Edgar Allan Poe.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/XoX47o5ZXBg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 28 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>An Open Letter to Fans of Southplains Football</title>
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      <description>"I’m told I threw my shoe. But by then all hell had broken loose."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/IWJQQDF8vEY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 27 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Confession</title>
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      <description>"I lied in my first confession. For those of you that aren’t Catholic, you’re not supposed to."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/dvsiZgJJ_nE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 26 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Purloined</title>
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      <description>"I felt like I should be more nostalgic about my balls."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/nMHGjfndj3E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 25 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Night Sam Cooke Saved My Relationship with Marina Ojeda</title>
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      <description>"In Tenderness, Sam Cooke is really singing some sense."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/b_UPFJFho3Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 22 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Action Figures Strike Back</title>
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      <description>"I’m single, my car and credit cards are paid off, and I usually only buy Star Wars stuff with cash"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/0IFo9jv2eDA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 21 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Leisure</title>
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      <description>“Should we be fucking other people?”&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/UzaMkwYj4lg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 20 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>De-Hyst</title>
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      <description>"First exam with my brand new gynecologist, he asks, 'How long have you had that moustache?'"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/iIdukDEYSmI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 19 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Suburban Cannibals</title>
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      <description>"Around three in the morning the buffalo shuddered, coughed once and fell."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/pOH5cyPharE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 18 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Vegetarian</title>
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      <description>"I wasn’t sure what bad was, but I knew Lainy was a lot closer than I’d ever get."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/zX_EcmVeobs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 15 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Sketches for My Sweetheart the Drunk</title>
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      <description>"A rough charcoal sketch of my sweetheart's empty gin bottle I found under the couch."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/srTHGGCTKwM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 14 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Echoes</title>
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      <description>"There are stories Deb could tell about those years before Judy stepped in and had Philip committed"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/vjrcXymzptU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 13 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Brothers</title>
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      <description>"At the age of ten, I tasted beer for the first time, courtesy of Mitch."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/zNn7179maoQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 12 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Arcadia</title>
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      <description>"I write these words looking out across the Monterey Bay..."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/OVw5W0J_dSs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 11 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>From Klara</title>
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      <description>"I hate to leave you when I’ve given you so little."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/2oMO_T9ZstI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 08 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>A Landscape Manifesto</title>
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      <description>"Shifts are taking place before our eyes."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/_z3k_5ygRXI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 07 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>After Fall</title>
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      <description>"One evening, paratroopers landed and patrolled the cold neighborhood."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/Ab9nhk_2vA0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 06 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Crazy For You</title>
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      <description>"We met like that three or four times, always at the Burlington Coat Factory."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/mJjCyqy6uQU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Sodium Vapor</title>
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      <description>"Wade adores the smell of gas, a hint of it in the air on a hot night."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/lHS6KR-8MR0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Something Important and Delicate</title>
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      <description>"Every year in the last week of summer, just before school started, the carnival came to town."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/ZKKxYWWJsFM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Oct 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Runners</title>
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      <description>"There is something in the open road, in the abandonment of departing, that I can’t help but love."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/f1ujU3lIHBs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 30 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>So You Think You Have Nerves of Steel?</title>
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      <description>"So you think you have nerves of steel? Well do you?"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/xQCzUlGu7pk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 29 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>"This One's A Classic" </title>
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      <description>"We were selling our only form of transportation for $150, and it was the best news of the day."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/xRYx3bYS8Ag" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 28 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Penumbra</title>
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      <description>"How large is this problem you want solved?"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/_LQHZui3kTc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 27 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Singing in the Dark</title>
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      <description>"Looking at the bed, he imagined the dozens of people who had already slept there."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/yyNppBsNTlE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 24 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>And if I kiss you  in the garden  in the moonlight  will you pardon me? </title>
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      <description>"I am so peripheral that I can’t even be said to irritate you."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/iR8F0W46omY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 23 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Margaritas with Roger</title>
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      <description>"Years ago, Marlene and Roger had their last margaritas together in their old hangout."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/V_w1c56T3CI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 22 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>She’ll Leave You All</title>
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      <description>"What would it take for you leave your whole life behind?"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/TVqe32sefOc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 21 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Pirate Talk</title>
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      <description>"Whales cry about their future, like all creatures worth killing."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/iDz2xFB5hho" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 20 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Extraction</title>
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      <description>"I was already late for a dental appointment when she told me my father liked to wear lingerie."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/E0j_wg1PC1c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 17 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Tennis Balls</title>
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      <description>"I lost one ball in a movie theater."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/fM_y4TddTCM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 16 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>So Long, Imaginary Friends!</title>
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      <description>"I wasn't sure, at age nine, what 'impotent' meant."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/DWjCr_cNkp8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 15 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Faking It</title>
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      <description>"None of them, though, were as ridiculous as Me, the Club Kid."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/x5vm6kkztJ0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 14 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Adventures of Bad Badger</title>
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      <description>“C’mon. You know. He’s a badger with a hat.”&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/PQ-3ZlMPleQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 13 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Blood of a Mole</title>
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      <description>"I’ll give you blood of a mole!"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/duhq5BMVVNc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 10 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Picnic</title>
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      <description>"Heimlich time?"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/q7TsiD75Exo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 09 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Some KISS</title>
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      <description>"But why would they be making a baby before the concert?"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/v4tkYtwwLWY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 08 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>&lt;i&gt;Never&lt;/i&gt; Always be Closing</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/t5rJvZfGa1k/268</link>
      <description>“Darling, today you are gonna buy some motherfucking furniture from me.”&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/t5rJvZfGa1k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 07 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>To Tell About It</title>
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      <description>"'But wait,' I say, 'didn’t you die?'"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/1fc0nUJAxhY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 06 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Disappearing Act</title>
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      <description>"The first weird thing is that Caroline is slowly becoming invisible. No kidding."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/jkQuaH4AcI4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 03 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Grandpa’s Brag Book</title>
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      <description>“You really should lay off the drink. Particularly around him.”&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/8oUosfQeB5c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 02 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Bradbury on Stories</title>
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      <description>Ray Bradbury on stories: "God gave me the ability to react to the junk in my head."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/VLLdgPTb8ck" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 01 Sep 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Just Down Route 30</title>
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      <description>"I ended up, miserable and stewing, on a couch in a frat house with a bunch of dudes I didn't know."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/enuOvRGMAOo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 31 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Black Eagle</title>
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      <description>"He kissed her and could taste the salt. She always tasted like the ocean."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/7R_NVjzXX3k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 30 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Minnie Lee's Funeral</title>
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      <description>"It wasn't that I didn't believe in death, just not in Minnie Lee's death."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/_RXV1sJh1Fk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 27 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Dionysus of the Rooftop</title>
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      <description>"For all of its efficiency and necessity, a rooftop is a place to go when you feel the need to escape."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/5dG2gPd5YgY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Oscar, Baby</title>
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      <description>"You don’t appreciate how easily sperm travels through a vagina until you try to drive it across town in Los Angeles the week of the Oscars."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/67YM6vrt0cU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 25 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Daisy Lou at Yahoo</title>
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      <description>"For the first ten minutes I knew Becky was cheating on me, she was sitting right next to me on our couch watching Grey’s Anatomy."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/LfYbRu7ktx0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 24 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Free Spirit</title>
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      <description>"It took three mugs of Ovaltine to calm my pounding heart."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/E2DTo8IoKD8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 23 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Firstborn</title>
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      <description>"My wife decides that, starting today, we need to carry around a bag of flour to prepare us for being parents."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/ttBkdl6edlA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 20 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Love is Stronger than Trust</title>
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      <description>"I armored myself up with pot, coke and alcohol along with a heart full of rage and a thin layer of sarcasm that passed for a sense of humor."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/iHNR-NQm7l4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <title>The Gulf of Aden</title>
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      <description>"The warhead careened towards the Silver Slipper and exploded in the observation lounge."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/_9RUbxxkQ1U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 18 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Fate of My Enemy</title>
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      <title>Behind the Wheel</title>
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      <description>"That seems to be the easiest, and possibly healthiest reaction – what we do when we don’t really understand, whether we’re in Chicago or Kandahar: curse, shoot and drive aggressively."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/kboPEgyKXc8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 16 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Blackjack Dealer</title>
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      <description>"'Are you ready to play?' I say, and 'Place your bets,' and I slide the cards out of the shoe."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/9kSaSOSEhU4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 13 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Coffee With Satan</title>
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      <description>“I am a fictional character created by man to keep other men from doing things they oughtn’t.”&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/4bIw7uLfYbs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 12 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Shooting Music</title>
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      <description>"When I was fifteen, I was so good at hunting I paid off my family’s mortgage."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/Glguxo5WAE8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>All So Goddamn Great</title>
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      <description>"It’s one of those nights, you know, when everything is JUST SO GREAT."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/aBqd8nn-KtY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Notes on Nursing Homes</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 09 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The House Where the Grifters Squat</title>
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      <description>"Inside, the house smells like greasy linens and green bell peppers laced with the smoke of a thousand packs of cigarettes."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/RLqYHSGZWjs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 06 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Injuries</title>
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      <description>"You have to be strong, is what his mom said to him."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/2ysrtWYfwTk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <title>Wasn’t One Ocean</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/X0RueJzNAaE/244</link>
      <description>"We were not raised, except by ourselves; not loved much, except by each other."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/X0RueJzNAaE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Snowball</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/bDtvnYT8qPM/243</link>
      <description>"I see myself as Mr. Righteous Neighborhood White Guy."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/bDtvnYT8qPM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 03 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>You Big Dummy</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/zlQcR0iIjWo/240</link>
      <description>“Do you want to be celibate the rest of your life?”&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/zlQcR0iIjWo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 02 Aug 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Little City</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/5ym3tMnP5J4/242</link>
      <description>"My body changed from weak and skinny to skinny and not so weak"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/5ym3tMnP5J4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 30 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>At the Movies</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/B859wCpoOto/241</link>
      <description>"This was a non-movie; a movie that wasn’t going to be for real."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/B859wCpoOto" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 29 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>My Bodies, Myself</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/nu_SpazJ2B8/239</link>
      <description>"I decided instantly that it was a human head."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/nu_SpazJ2B8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 28 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>A Whole Different Tune</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/lPADqPE6lqg/238</link>
      <description>“I don’t do blind dates. The ones I can &lt;i&gt;see&lt;/i&gt; are scary enough.”&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/lPADqPE6lqg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 27 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Hospitable Madness</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/JcleWnzaYts/237</link>
      <description>“My work is not why people die.”&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/JcleWnzaYts" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 26 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Sealed Containers</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/DrpXXbnpuwQ/236</link>
      <description>"Will maggots form?"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/DrpXXbnpuwQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 23 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>On the Train</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/dXm55-mxtO0/235</link>
      <description>"She was never there when he and his backpack and his half-empty lunch pail got on his return train."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/dXm55-mxtO0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 22 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Vespa Ride</title>
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      <description>"I was too young when he married me to have had many thoughts or any desires. And I didn't know much about him when we married."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/86q8bBbcmV0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 21 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Nick's Story</title>
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      <description>“Hey birthmom, we’ve got money, a lot of it, and live in a really nice, but unidentified part of the city."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/I8uvCK9x0KE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 20 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Dogs on a Plane</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/z-_4vbs3V2w/232</link>
      <description>"Unbeknowst to the hive mind of the passenger list and crew on this domestic-service Boeing 707, the situation here was reaching its crisis point."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/z-_4vbs3V2w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Purple Couches</title>
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      <description>"We couldn’t have sex in the dining room, either, or part of the kitchen, because the couch could still see us there."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/VSNsmw33KtU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Sky Turned Black</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/6JMo-aJnTCw/230</link>
      <description>"The papers are running with the story that it was an eclipse, but no eclipse I know of works that way."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/6JMo-aJnTCw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 15 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Calm Before</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/u1CY9UcVr44/229</link>
      <description>"That the meth talking?"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/u1CY9UcVr44" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 14 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>New Year's Resolution</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/Rxz78WFa8Ts/228</link>
      <description>"Last New Year’s my husband, Brad, and I made a joint resolution:  We would make it a priority to have more sex."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/Rxz78WFa8Ts" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 13 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>My Brother</title>
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      <description>"My brother called collect and then sat around. He said, you know what I been thinking? I been thinking a lot about Jeopardy and driveways and sex."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/PcK4MQMd70I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 12 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Alphabet Cereal </title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/5qg1jIBEOuw/226</link>
      <description>"I rubbed my eyes and looked at the spoon half-way to my mouth. ‘Danger,’ it said."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/5qg1jIBEOuw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 09 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Maximus and Kimchi</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/PDHfLX9VvXY/225</link>
      <description>"Her dog, her shit."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/PDHfLX9VvXY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 08 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>First Person Shooter</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/AD8tmamAdPw/224</link>
      <description>“Did you know that studies show that loneliness kills?”&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/AD8tmamAdPw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Lady Sex</title>
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      <description>"Katherine and I, we kind of have these rules that go along with our relationship, one of them is no sleepovers."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/TRbSAYCPUBg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 06 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Three Stages of Boiling</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/3cXzCzdTtrI/222</link>
      <description>"One of the first requisites of a tea master is the knowledge of how to sweep, clean, and wash, for there is an art in cleaning and dusting"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/3cXzCzdTtrI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 05 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Corner Theater</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/IQQSXyxCWOM/221</link>
      <description>"Down and down, one page to the next, arrows and arrows, this way, that way, A through Z, highest price to lowest, lowest price to highest ... nothing."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/IQQSXyxCWOM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 02 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Local Phenomenon</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/c7mRzdwlKlQ/220</link>
      <description>"The first time Ollie LeBeau’s arm fell off caused quite a sensation."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/c7mRzdwlKlQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 01 Jul 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Pardon Me, But is Your Rat Laughing?</title>
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      <description>“Young rats have a marvelous sense of fun.”&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/RhCZWwtdovk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The House Across the River</title>
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      <description>"Together we rocked out to the only two songs we both knew the words to: 'Born in the U.S.A.' and the theme from Ghostbusters."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/1RkQD5yg2sc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Conversation at Four A.M.</title>
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      <description>“'I had a terrible nightmare,' she says. 'What?'”&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/K_VkHTPsp6o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 28 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Legal High</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/X8Ne6ZX0V1s/216</link>
      <description>"The audience hurled abuse, then drinks and bowls of peanuts at the beer-stained stage."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/X8Ne6ZX0V1s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 25 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Street Life</title>
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      <description>"Jacques Ferland, a gnomelike figure in a baseball cap and mirror shades from the dollar store, bounded up our steep front steps several times a week for years."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/ggsQEGZypKk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 24 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>M is for My Hair</title>
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      <description>"I had shorn my hair so close in some places that years later my mother conceded that nothing could have been done to fix it but to shave my head, which she couldn’t bring herself to do."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/zQ0U1QR5_eA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 23 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>I Am a Liar</title>
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      <description>"This living breathing Marlboro ad had me break in horses, change out old rusted barb wire fences, haul hay, clear brush--all in ninety five degree heat for no money--just for the privilege to date his lovely, wholesome daughter."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/ffWUg8Jrw94" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Planes, Trains and Automobiles</title>
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      <description>"The Windy City, I always forget, is immense on a mythological scale."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/Z4WqUlw1DCo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 21 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Bleedproof</title>
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      <description>"I tell her she is a beautiful mystery. She says: 'My life is Good Times without J.J.'"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/smpGibQADY8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 18 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>An Insurrection</title>
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      <description>"The pickup’s back window is covered with a large red Dodge Ram decal. A black and white sticker on the left rear bumper states KEEP HONKING, I’M RELOADING. A red and yellow sticker on the right rear bumper proclaims HELLO, I’M YOUR NEW DICTATOR. GET USED TO IT."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/8nLl0c1W3PA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 17 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>How to Build a Schooner on a Saturday Morning with Your Son at Home Depot</title>
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      <title>Mother Nature</title>
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      <description>"When a tumor is sixteen weeks—and if, like mine, it has a tumor entourage—it expands an organ in your body that’s ordinarily the size of a pear into the size of a cantaloupe."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/-wX5JuVsepA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 15 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Drugs</title>
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      <description>"Ashland and Cortez. Take me there fast. There's cocaine there."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/NcYJ6p_0RlI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 14 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Peanuts  and The Amazing  Gro-Beast</title>
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      <description>"When my beast arrived, it was three in the afternoon and I was sitting in my underwear, on the phone."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/4WuPj8kIVko" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 11 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Storm Chasers</title>
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      <description>"The only way you'd ever know if someone really loved you is if they put their life on the line when it counts. Otherwise you gotta take their word for it."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/t7ZCRDLG94c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 10 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Crown</title>
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      <description>"The man takes off his crown and looks at it. It is quite silly, actually, he now sees — the yellow paint is garishly bright, and much of it is flaking away."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/ci4n_EloaEk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Beautiful Ones</title>
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      <description>"My blood went cold. I felt like Prince did, the night that he saw Appolonia out at First Avenue with Morris Day."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/r3efD1d8bWM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 08 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>R-Dog</title>
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      <description>"Oh, your daughter made you a charm bracelet out of macramé? My daughter can spin straw into gold."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/wugOVVLIYUw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 07 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Fighting Words</title>
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      <description>"I could pass if I wanted to. Nobody follows me around in a store, and I’ve only been pulled over for speeding once."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/TNt7zzBdb9o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 04 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Iron Horse</title>
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      <description>"The doctor was so nice, too. It would have been so much easier if he had been an asshole, or if he’d had bad breath."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/z8TqD9d-clM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 03 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Coming Cunts</title>
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      <description>"The first band I was ever in was called the Coming Cunts. Coming wasn’t spelled with a 'u' because we thought the phrase would come off too transgressive."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/goVmRKN3hX8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 02 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Gunslinger</title>
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      <description>"In the dark, wicked, fantastic realm of heavy metal there exists no mightier weapon than a distorted guitar."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/kAyL6POWre0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Deltoids</title>
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      <description>"All his life, Cyril’s been his mummy’s fair-haired boy his brother and sisters spent their childhoods languishing in his shade."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/r5yNe8OuzMM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 31 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>My Father's Camera</title>
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      <description>"I thought, you've got to be creative with this type of camera. I thought, you've got to be more creative than just smile. Or cheese. Maybe architecture or nature. Possibly people, but no smiling."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/St0TbdEf7eA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 28 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Desert Women: Dr. Ruth Dennis | Wadi Araba Small Mammal Research Camp</title>
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      <description>"In the hours between dinner and sleep, alone in her tent with her lantern casting ghosty shadows, after her reports had been logged and filed, Dr. Dennis thought of stupid things, like: did they disapprove of her pants?"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/DGW1UDKLSTk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 27 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Day I Went Temporarily Blind</title>
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      <description>"I thrashed around beneath the covers and yelled for my dad to get the hell in my room and give me my sight back."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/gUrM09TvYYM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>It Is What It Is</title>
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      <description>"I didn’t want to be who I was.  That’s how this all started."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/30iBNDbGIMQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Player's Light</title>
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      <description>"Janet won't kiss Gaston with her tongue. He chews spearmint-flavoured Trident and sucks on breath mints after each cigarette. His brand is Player's Light, the kind you can really taste."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/hOpA2t3jBLc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 24 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Slop, The Walk, and The Bop</title>
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      <description>"I wanted to slink instantly back to my desk job denying travel visas to crying widows in Krakow. Anything was preferable to being trained by anymore fucking Russians."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/Gr10qCleoc4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 20 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>SS Attacks!</title>
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      <description>"You’re in tenth grade and you do okay in classes and you’ve got plenty of friends for what its worth but it’s not worth much to you."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/EP1IcVMvK0M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Through the Glass</title>
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      <description>"'Fornicators!' Brother Dan squawked from next door."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/KWOG6k6n1-0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>An Eviction</title>
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      <description>"It took eight hours for six men to move everything out of the house. And the rain kept falling, and all of Michael Grant's possessions were scattered across the yard, as if the house threw up all its guts."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/wC__s3dMS7k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>They Watch TV in Heaven</title>
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      <description>"Toby Charleston woke up on his seventh birthday and knew exactly what he had to do to bring his mom back down from Heaven."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/pepsoPauNv0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 14 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>"No one threw up in the cab. In other words, the most fervent wish for the night had come true."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/G-VlSG2GMsY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>"My wife and I retain an unshaken exterior in the face of this crisis. The hedges are still even, the rock garden hasn't gone to shit, and I signed my snow removal contract in September."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/twcdhnT0Cg8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 12 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 11 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Lopping and Removal in Three Parts </title>
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      <title>101 Reasons Not to Have Children</title>
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      <description>"A neighbour leaves another filthy message complaining about the noise and she doesn’t know how to delete it from the machine."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/kIIaSpqcUvI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 06 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>"All in all, it makes perfect sense that I fell in love with Chicago over a long period of time."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/qWHTXpWc8aM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 05 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>"I was ten years old when my mother revealed to me that there wasn’t a Santa Claus."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/MS73fRJTxvg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 04 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 03 May 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>"Bill was fired for killing too many flies in front of the customers."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/utbi-zdraEQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 29 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 28 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <description>"I could try and be really cool about the tear gas, right?  Be all like, 'OHHH tear gas?? Psssh. That shit is weak.'  BUT OH MY GOD DID IT HURT."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/UclJrQvC2YM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <title>Substitute</title>
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      <description>"Six months after I dropped out of medical school I took a job as a substitute biology teacher at the local high school."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/ExqXvitkwGQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <title>Out of Order</title>
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      <description>"I apologize, Mr. Drake, but your request is not possible."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/7zhhTikfHDY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <title>Fina’s Dream</title>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 22 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>CEO</title>
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      <description>"I adopted a corporate CEO from the local shelter."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/LBknMvMC-xY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 21 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Crush and a Crash</title>
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      <description>"I once had such a mad crush on a woman that I followed her across the ocean from Chicago to Germany."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/To7yWjFom4w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 20 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Cleaner</title>
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      <description>"I'll pick an assassin's name, like Whip-it. Or, the Cleaner."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/IOCBf6HS93M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Attention</title>
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      <description>"A substitute walked into our 6th grade math class. He was thin and old and wearing a black suit."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/_tlGyHVOAiw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <title>Betty the Zombie</title>
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      <description>"She called a number of therapists but could not find any that specialized in zombies."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/kfem0TigMFo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 14 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Regal</title>
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      <description>"'My friend invited us out to this bar tonight,' my roommate had said. 'Someplace in Burbank where porn stars sing karaoke on Tuesdays.'"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/fHTZEKiQ7RE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 13 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>This Night in October</title>
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      <description>“I want you to know before I open the door that I’m not a Nazi.”&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/Kq8XgGwRZ-U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 12 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Unbearable Likeness</title>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 09 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Desert Women: Noor | Sunset Camp, Wadi Rum</title>
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      <description>"Her name isn’t really Noor, but she’s trying to forget that. It helps that no one at Sunset Camp knows her other name, not even Brahim, the man who’s trying to convince her to marry him."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/tVoiAM7uwaY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 08 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Bedtime Stories</title>
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      <description>"We found a park where we lay on a roundabout while the dark sky went round and round, faster and faster, until the tall buildings fell in on top of us."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/xNfMNKjiwi4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 07 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>My Dancing Feet</title>
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      <description>"I hopped out of my seat at the kids’ table, I shimmied through the crowd of banquet seating, hand-clapped past the buffet spread, shook my shoulders onto the dance floor, popped and locked past the DJ booth where I spun around quickly, lost my balance and slammed head first into a wall."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/LovK_Jx0R-4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Crazies</title>
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      <description>"He got in and said, 'You know where I'm going.' I didn't and told him so."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/NALi7tUnCqA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 05 Apr 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Drayman</title>
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      <description>"Goddamn, I wish I was back on the open road. I made real money driving long haul."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/kETvpLeUz6Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <title>A Little Grove of Trees</title>
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      <description>"Ashton has found a refrigerator and she wants to be shut inside it."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/ID-VEN5bndo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <title>Arthur’s Theme (Best that You Can Do) Unabridged</title>
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      <description>"If you get caught between the moon and Jersey City, New Jersey, the best that you can do is find a hostage from this crazy world and settle down."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/uKp5Z9z5OxE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 31 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Hero</title>
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      <description>"Among other things, Mayhem was wanted in connection to a series of attempted terrorist acts in Chicago including poisoning bulldozers, blacking out City Hall, a subway car derailment, an attack on a TV station and plugging up the plumbing of Buckingham Fountain."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/swnLAXbbv8U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 26 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Summer of Krista Mendez</title>
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      <title>This is Only a Test</title>
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      <description>"Though it was never his intention, drugs had made him a wealthy man."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/tWkyABstUYY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 24 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Carrie</title>
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      <description>"It would not be an easy conversation. 'Hey Mom &amp; Dad. I’m dating a stripper.'"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/EVXMeEJsiC8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 23 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Hugging Bandit has a Bad Day</title>
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      <description>"He responded, stumbled into my arms, and made easy back-pocket pickings of his Velcro-close wallet. $72."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/Y3zt1hF3geE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 22 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Baghdad. Finished.</title>
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      <description>"I have never loved a city the way I loved Baghdad."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/TOARG9k31zk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 19 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>A People's History of the Zombie Apocalypse</title>
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      <title>Rabbit</title>
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      <description>"What she was sure of: That third glass of sake had been a mistake. A big, steaming, 40-proof mistake."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/201p30Aa4zE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 17 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 15 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Digital Ash In A Digital Urn </title>
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      <description>"Remind me what I’m doing in your car?"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/kwsqBUJClCM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 11 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>An Inquiry Into The Submission</title>
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      <title>Paint It Black</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 09 Mar 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>This Odd Present</title>
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      <title>Kindling</title>
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      <description>"I don't understand how that works, really. How the Internet works. Fuck, I don't understand how my birth control works, when I think about it."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/yYqI_IfAkN4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <title>The Club</title>
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      <description>"Fooling people into thinking they were eating food when it was just plastic, terraforming an already terraformed planet, foisting hormone therapy on an unsuspecting population, those were all courageous and forward-thinking ideas."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/phWka9u1YUE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <title>The Bitter Reds</title>
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      <description>"'I understand the lust,' she says. 'I don't understand the love.'"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/m97l_4bDNjU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <title>Eduardo</title>
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      <description>"My body was paralyzed with anxiety as, even while he licked around my mouth, I was aware of the crowd around us."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/-tSuiVGifn4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <title>These Are The Fables</title>
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      <description>"'Here's the thing,' he said. 'Your mama's dead. And you're forty years old. And I have a warrant out for my arrest.'"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/hLwcupvQiwU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 22 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Cement</title>
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      <description>"Out the back where the poultry sheds used to be, the yard is made up entirely of dried-out chicken shit."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/cWrohMyg1yo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <title>The Final Lyrics Sketched by a Nashville Song Writer Who Lost His Mind Constructing Songs From Clichés  </title>
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      <description>"Cut-offs and porch swings."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/ukFbUSQn8uc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <title>July 4: Easter</title>
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      <description>"She made a little cross on my forehead with ashes from one of the ashtrays she keeps hidden in the bathroom."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/cJ2XfiixwLU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <title>Buying Art on the Disney Cruise</title>
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      <title>We Are Going To Be In Newspapers</title>
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      <description>"We’re going to be in newspapers, you and I."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/GoDLZlRx8M8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <title>Monkfish</title>
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      <description>"Victor takes a photograph of himself naked every morning. He puts it into an album. He now has almost five thousand photos."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/cTSkeiy5QV4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <title>Living Color</title>
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      <description>"She pointed a banana at Marilee like a finger, or a gun."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/i9SDMd4Rjo8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <title>Gotta Be Another Way</title>
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      <description>Lit Deathmatch Bracket Four, story two:  "While at first blush this might seem a blemish on the vigour of the 800 strong members of the Integrated National Security Enforcement Team, let’s give credit where credit is due."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/hvrGZUDt9jA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Skirt Event</title>
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      <description>Lit Deathmatch Bracket Four, story one: "The old man takes pictures. He smiles.  He has long yellow teeth like a wolf."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/rQRW5rb5RaY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <title>This is How You Will Die</title>
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      <description>"In the morning, Karen found the note on the floor just outside the apartment door."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/DYzthzR9I9U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <title>The Dictator</title>
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      <description>"There was once a dictator who cringed every time he saw someone of his profession fire a gun up into the air."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/nAj4fP_2O4s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <title>The Dresden</title>
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      <title>A Day By The Lake</title>
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      <title>The Fishermen and the Goose</title>
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      <title>Dancing Days</title>
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      <description>"That’s right, I tell the crowd, For the price of a bullshit cup of coffee, you can have lovely Nico here gyrate up against your good parts."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/LQGf4chazJY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 28 Jan 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Flight</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 26 Jan 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Listen to the Street</title>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 22 Jan 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Cortez the Killer</title>
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      <title>Run</title>
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      <title>The Apple on Your Head</title>
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      <pubDate>Thu, 14 Jan 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Bourguignon Prize</title>
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in hospital.

Look like this."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/HhKKgVXgsSM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 12 Jan 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Robert Casting’s 25 Random Things About Me</title>
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      <pubDate>Mon, 11 Jan 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Laura</title>
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      <pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Dimitrius Jones</title>
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      <description>"Nobody protests nothin' in Bay City. We got parades. I wish somebody would protest. I don't even care what they protest, just so somethin' would happen 'round here."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/W39iCiU4tlQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Holding Our Breath</title>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Buck Rogers in the 25th Century A.D.</title>
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      <description>"The future is a dense, wooded area, lovely, dark, and deep."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/rfULlGWlyx4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Shot to the Lungs and No Breath Left</title>
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      <description>Ring in 2010 with one of our favorite stories of 2009: "In the Lower Forty-eight, kids are taught not to run into moving traffic.  Never talk to strangers.  Ask before you pet the dog. In Alaska, we’re taught to shoot for the lungs."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/ZshnNg2bDVU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Chili</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/_hrzQFuGtrE/4</link>
      <description>We celebrate the end of the year by republishing one of our favorite stories from this year: "For one night and one night only, Kenneth Jackson’s famous chili enabled some people in Taggert County to speak to the dead."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/_hrzQFuGtrE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Night on the Town</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/RnCPuQDN1mE/89</link>
      <description>"He wasn’t looking for fares when the three girls disregarded his off-duty light and ran screaming up to his cab. Two of the girls carried a boy between them, his arms wrapped around their shoulders and his feet dangled towards the ground."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/RnCPuQDN1mE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Tribes</title>
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      <description>"Jess had been afraid that her grandmother would say something ignorant, like asking me if I ate dogs. I would have cracked up if she had asked that. I would have said, 'Dogs? No. It’s best to get ‘em when they’re still puppies.'"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/xMX0R1latM8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>I Dunno</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/JnU0EIVxhgc/87</link>
      <description>"Killer Joe was as nice a guy as you'd care to meet. He was the kind of guy who'd give you the shirt off his back on a really cold day, so long as you were out of the ring."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/JnU0EIVxhgc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>A Brief Moment of Terror at MLK Junior High School</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/am2Y5_xouxE/86</link>
      <description>"Every day, like her students, Miss Marble sits in the classroom completely mollified, hopelessly watching the clock, wondering why she is doing what she is now doing."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/am2Y5_xouxE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>People Are Becoming Clouds</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/Hml9bpjJniI/85</link>
      <description>"Each time John goes to kiss his wife, Eleanor simply laughs politely into the palm of her hand and immediately turns into a puff of soft, white vapor."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/Hml9bpjJniI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Frances the Ghost</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/qsH5BnWgeaw/84</link>
      <description>"Frances becomes a ghost whenever her mother does not know what else to do. Today was too much already so her mother decided, fine, fine, if she was going to behave like this, fine."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/qsH5BnWgeaw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>A Trip to Greek Mythology Camp</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/_N89A3UU62I/83</link>
      <description>"TITAN probably had been a great summer camp when it first opened in the fifties, but now it was as dingy and wrecked as a sunken ship."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/_N89A3UU62I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Astronaut of the Year</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/aXH3FpbeL_0/82</link>
      <description>"The Astronaut of the Year wakes up violently, shouting random, crazy things. He then yawns and rubs his eyes like a baby and says, 'If I am not sitting beside a young woman in ten seconds, I am going to murder you, you coward.'"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/aXH3FpbeL_0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Eurail</title>
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      <description>"It was still a long way to Istanbul, and the delay on the Turkish side was supposedly four hours. Now and then a German would have to open his bags, and sometimes a Canadian, but only after the Americans’ bags were checked, all of them."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/4-ypI2PwKag" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Bullets Were Losing</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/XKP35p2KfdM/80</link>
      <description>"One hundred miles is a quick drive, but it’s about thirty high schools away – a universe when you don’t have your driver’s license."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/XKP35p2KfdM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Chocolate</title>
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      <description>"Get him to the car and let's take him home. Look at his feet. His claws are raw. He's lost and he's walked all this way. A hundred miles."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/P7p9GgAUNds" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Birthday Suit</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/kxoyAKr5hx4/78</link>
      <description>"This may have been my first singing telegram, but I knew instinctually that this was not how they were meant to go down."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/kxoyAKr5hx4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Prayer is Better Than Sleep</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/myT-o8YXGtk/77</link>
      <description>"The noise shoots from my ears so fast I have to wonder: was all that sound just in my head the whole time?"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/myT-o8YXGtk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Corporate Entity</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/8CaGzhqMWa4/76</link>
      <description>"Evelyn comes in after us, and the trio of friends is complete.  She says she heard the Boss is going to prison, but I’m skeptical.  Evelyn also once said that if you mix Regular Cola with water, you get Diet."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/8CaGzhqMWa4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>That's It</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/VVccN394e24/75</link>
      <description>"I knew though that if my dad had been there and not running around with whoever he was seeing at the moment he would have told me to suck it up, that fear was for pussies."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/VVccN394e24" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Musicians at a Funeral</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/3LVDXjV2A7k/74</link>
      <description>"Seeing musicians cry is like seeing anybody else cry who you never thought you’d see cry because you were too busy having too much fun to consider you may one day see your friends in tears."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/3LVDXjV2A7k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Ripples in Glass</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/TnE5JJK_eJk/73</link>
      <description>"I should take a moment to mention my father’s brand of justice, a word I use loosely. 'Swift' and 'merciless' are the first two words that come to mind."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/TnE5JJK_eJk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Instamatic</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/B7cu87OyQyo/71</link>
      <description>"Gregg pointed the camera at his brother, centering him in the rangefinder. Ronnie stuck out his tongue; Gregg stuck out his. Ronnie laughed, and Gregg snapped the shutter closed, picturing the final image settling into the layers of emulsion, his brother’s smile a blur of burnt-orange set against a mop of walnut-brown hair."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/B7cu87OyQyo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 04 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Mindgames</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/_z4xGNBsA-o/70</link>
      <description>"Dozens of Rubik's cubes bounce around my feet. One of the pilots says through a megaphone: 'Don't be alarmed. We've solved them all for you!'"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/_z4xGNBsA-o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Mork Norton Foundation</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/u8YFOYglDp8/69</link>
      <description>"The day he arrived at The Catsqueally Primary School netball courts, spilling the entire contents of his official Smurf Collector’s case onto the bitchumin, I was suddenly deserted in the sandpit with a rusty old Dukes of Hazard car and a Transformer that didn’t quite fold into a Concorde."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/u8YFOYglDp8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Good Girl</title>
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      <description>"You should have seen me after my biggest mistake. Which was more than just a mistake, it was bad. A true screw up. The kind that knocks you out of the running for the good girl hall of fame."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/f6HaH2687K4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>I &amp;#x2665; Robots</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/5IuvP3BBxB0/67</link>
      <description>"Somewhere along the way, robots moved away from the humanoid image and ventured into the more practical, more utilitarian, decidedly less captivating realm of the automata."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/5IuvP3BBxB0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Beautiful Baby</title>
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      <description>"Her aunt calls it the Lord's gift, but if it is from the Lord, Cassie thinks it's awful mean of Him to saddle her with it."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/NwI3Zce-i_A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Family Snaps</title>
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      <description>"'Ma, Ma, Ma,' says Colin. He cries and thrashes. He barely fits the seat, and the pushchair bounces with his movements. At the end of his fleshy legs, white trainers like unbaked bread loaves dangle."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/JPEIecMeyec" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>A Letter From Your Dinosaur</title>
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      <description>"I’m sorry I insisted on not attending your wedding because of your wife’s whiteness (and because, I think you would agree, she’s also a bit overweight)."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/JL6yYFaHtxQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Dear Diary</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/jLeZ_1Lbsv4/63</link>
      <description>"When my dad got high he’d get real paranoid that someone was going to take his kids, so he’d show up at sleepovers and at dances ready to drag us off and hide us away."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/jLeZ_1Lbsv4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Mystery Shopped</title>
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      <description>In honor of Thanksgiving, a week of stories that remind us of one simple fact: Everyone's families are crazy. First up: "My parents had become even more zealous about their respective personal relationships with the lord, Jesus. They would drag me to the Transcona Revival Church every Sunday morning for the quakingest, shakingest, tongues-speakingest, church service in all of Winnipeg."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/ycU2s5R8BJo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Iowa: A Love Story</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/_69awlq79NU/61</link>
      <description>"I’ll tell you one strange thing about Iowa, which is that none of the bars stock ginger ale."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/_69awlq79NU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>we</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/j34P__UlPBw/60</link>
      <description>"father gave out long after the ground but long before we did. he said his heart was in this land and both had failed him."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/j34P__UlPBw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Incomplete</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/z8y20x0mOsg/59</link>
      <description>"The men without faces came for his father just after dinnertime."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/z8y20x0mOsg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Motel</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/Rv6Sv_xEtRE/58</link>
      <description>"When you're twenty-two years old you're &lt;i&gt;supposed&lt;/i&gt; to be on the loose, having adventures, being corrupted by older married women... right?"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/Rv6Sv_xEtRE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Notes on Los Cerritos</title>
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      <description>"&lt;i&gt;'Surfiar ha abierto una puerta para vivir,'&lt;/i&gt; he said. Surfing has opened the door to life."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/ADarpRHmJBw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Staggered Maturities</title>
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      <description>"When Vivian and Roberto found themselves in a sushi restaurant in Little Tokyo, plucking pieces of sashimi they could not afford from little boats floating down a tiny channel, she saw the adventure as a celebration of their friendship and not their insanity."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/xvuzid7V9Ms" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Mr. Dictator </title>
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      <description>"Admittedly, the inaugural Mr. Dictator Pageant didn’t go quite as we had planned."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/Q7yqDN1GpN0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Drawn and Quartered</title>
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      <description>"A metaphor would be superfluous here: &lt;i&gt;there are razor-sharp metal hooks puncturing her skin, and she’s hanging from them&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/k4OeuSibE5Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Simon</title>
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      <description>"The unfolding and folding of the flag was captivating. The crisp movements, the rotation of the fabric, the three soldiers’ keen accuracy."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/hN-EIi0bulI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Out</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/sprZOv4uWV8/52</link>
      <description>"If, for example, your crying, drunk mother wakes you up from a deep sleep at two in the morning and proceeds to talk at length about your father’s impotency, and hell she was a virgin when she met him and even though she has stuck by him through thick and thin, she still doesn't know what an orgasm is like, even if you are just 12 and painfully shy. If she then asks you what do two women (lesbians) do in bed, I think you owe her an answer."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/sprZOv4uWV8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Tattoo</title>
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      <description>"And so it was that one morning the young man—now not so young—stepped out of the shower and looked in the mirror and saw the tattoo and felt, for the first time, a bolt of regret."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/ER1Cs7nXjLQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Oooohhhs and Aaaahhhhs</title>
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      <description>"Three-year-old in her back seat, three-year-old in my back seat, and they're both staring at me. Mine is looking at me like, "Mommy, &lt;i&gt;fucking&lt;/i&gt; is a bad word, aren't you going to give her a time-out?" And hers is looking at me like she's seen this before and I'm about to get my ass kicked."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/OKL7sUz1jpM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Leaving the Country</title>
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      <description>"She bit the inside of her mouth, squeezed the wheel, flared her nostrils against the tears. Ardell had taught her how not to be bitter. How not to hate this place and everyone in it. But now the little bastard would leave her here."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/6Nv9zh1_ie4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Girl #3</title>
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      <description>"I know in my skin that all the wrong things that have happened in the five months from then until now, they all started with that stupid gorgeous Indian summer afternoon in October, when I took Ripley for a bike ride through my ravine."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/3ztsOg_lgtk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Treasure Trail</title>
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      <description>"The Haunted Barn, The Haunted Mini-Golf Course, The Haunted Snack Shack.  Lights were out at the boss’s house. A jack-'o-lantern asleep on the stoop."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/1K4rILtSAXw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Shadow: A Parable</title>
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      <description>"The year had been a year of terror, and of feelings more intense than terror, for which there is no name upon the earth."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/qV2KFeN4hNI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Halloween Head</title>
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      <description>"I was alone on Halloween night.  A month earlier I’d gone through this really messy break-up with my girlfriend of nearly four years--you guys know the kind of messy break up I’m talking about: the screaming, the crying, then afterwards the drinking, the more drinking."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/GTweP35m1Es" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Ordinary People</title>
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      <description>"The monster—oh hell, let’s just start calling him Pa—then rampaged through the campus till he was taken down in a hail of bullets after he stomped his way through a die-in of students protesting this current war."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/Rh21SQlJAMg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Spoils of the Fair</title>
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      <description>"Nearly at the end of my admittedly meager fifteen-year-old finances, fortune made peace with me at skee-ball."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/FOiSHdqBIOU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Smooth</title>
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      <description>"The witches and psychics and their friend the fish taco bike delivery guy would all come over for cigarette breaks to my bar, and I spent weeks working up the nerve to eventually gesture toward something like flirting with her, which in the end just involved me telling her that, yes, I was on chemo, attempting a hard recovery."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/ce78dDPTQzI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Other Internet</title>
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      <description>"Over on the Other Internet they’ve got a cure for sadness, available for download (zipped files). There’s a 30-day free trial; if you like it you can sign up for life."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/OW5JHLeA-wE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 21 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>All Other Ground is Sinking Sand</title>
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      <description>"As Mr. Fairbank had never been in the Civil War, had never lived among circus performers, and had never lived outside the gentry, it can also be said that he had never before approached another man, shotgun in hand, evil in his heart."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/S--M-TqLD9o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Into the Cellar</title>
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      <description>"For a moment I’m stung by something. The kind of shock that comes on in a flash and before you know it you’re already doing something stupid."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/aRQrcYhEl3s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>George and the Crocodile Loafers</title>
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      <description>"Slipping the shoes on for the first time, as he sat on his bed in his dark basement bedroom, felt like he all at once reached a hand out and touched the hand of God, became a man, and reconciled with his ancestors angry at him for losing his culture."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/WhUgkqEi1-k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Dog-Gone Dog Is Gone </title>
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      <description>"I kissed this girl so good this time, she lost her dog. Literally: lost."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/tM3VGTQXZX4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Foreigner in a Straight Land</title>
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      <description>"Anyway, for me--before that fashion hit the streets--I’d spent most of my twenty years trying damned hard to stay in the closet."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/fNeuNlH-v3U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Tragical History of Dr. Kimbell</title>
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      <description>"At nights while his father composed off-color verse, Dr. Kimbell toiled in the old barn of the old man's now subdivided sheep-farm to see if he could bring back to life stray cats and dogs he killed by various means."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/L538QYsD8i8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Walking Bird</title>
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      <description>"The little girl said that maybe the birds flew out at night, through the holes in the net into the rest of the world."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/nCkc8-FbwCE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>A Country Fair</title>
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      <description>"On such an occasion, by the blazing open fire, I was told the unofficial family history. I was told that my grandfather had the first motorcycle in Wales and was subsequently held responsible for a significant increase in illegitimate births in the surrounding countryside."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/Poy3JMIE8eQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Where I Live</title>
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      <description>"Where I live, there are three creaky levels of strangely orchestrated floor plans, one-hundred year old crust, and floors made entirely of splinters."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/K1oxblONGX8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Leadership</title>
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      <description>"The boy, however, has a gun. It's in a place his mother hasn't felt. So what if it's a toy."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/UVBaiZ1gVfg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Nice to Meet Jew</title>
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      <description>"It was like Simchat Torah, Purim, and the Fourth of July all in one, and the German woman in pigtails exclaimed, 'I love you!' and he shouted back, 'I love you too!' and she said, 'What?' and he shouted again, 'I love you too!' and they kissed, even exchanged tongues, until David remembered he was gay."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/Mi9dbsQkguk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>My Life is Awesome! And Great!</title>
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      <description>"You might be saying 'If I have a dream of being on reality TV will I be in danger of addiction like you?' And I would say 'Not necessarily!'"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/05r-l3K0VLI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Chicken Coop</title>
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      <description>"I’m not sure it was within my purview to mediate the rights of chicken fryers, I just wanted to make sure everyone had the freedom to vote."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/Up2EwrXKQdo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Last Day In Birmingham: A Twitter Itinerary</title>
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      <description>"11:25: pack last glass. Tape box shut. Ponder missed opportunity. Vulcan moons. Barbecue forgone. The inability to explain finality to a child."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/o4ad2Z33bug" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Skate Baghdad!</title>
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      <description>"Exploring the base on one of his first days there, Mason found an old warehouse near the motor pool where the brigade’s Stryker vehicles were kept. He then noticed piles of scrap wood laying around and put an idea that had been forming all year into motion: he was going to build a skatepark."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/TSY_6KK70ns" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Common Enemy</title>
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      <description>"On the corner of the coffee table he unwrapped a blue handkerchief. Tucked in a crease down the center lay three bones as delicate as the handle of a porcelain teacup--possibly a child's finger."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/BIys0mDZ2ds" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
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      <title>Darkness, then Light</title>
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      <description>"Now, I like Yoo-hoo. But it ain’t a substitute for baby formula."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/hUIWGT7uB6c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>But Who Will Slap Marguerite?</title>
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      <description>"The second risk she took was having sex with a stranger after a brief conversation waiting for a traffic light to turn green."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/qVp10y53tNg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Road Like Ribbon</title>
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      <description>"I wish to fucking god Chandra would shut the fuck up—Oh. My. God. This is like, so awesome!—but if I stop to kick her out, she'll talk, and there's the drugs. And, in the trunk, the guns."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/pT99ISXzplk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Nine Items From Your Disappearance</title>
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      <description>"A box arrives on the doorstep addressed to you, return address from you. After considering the legal ramifications for some time, I finally open it, only to find it empty except for a barely legible note scrawled on a receipt."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/mKOCFwwrMv4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Objects in Mirror Are Queerer Than They Appear</title>
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      <description>"There is the one of my dad and my Uncle Rob, on either end of a broomstick loaded down with lake trout. I am crouching underneath the fish between the two men, blood spattered up to my elbows, proudly holding up a string of grayling."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/GSH6OsZHWYc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Go Ahead</title>
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      <description>"No, I’m not trying to sell you anything, I’m just an operator. This is a normal call--No--The person calling you just needs help--Ma’am, I’m an operator, speaking for someone who needs help communicating over the phone."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/hB-w3FF1Ibw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Late-Night Love</title>
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      <description>"She apologized for the necking as we pulled away, to which I replied that as long as the backseat was left as they'd found it, there was no problem. First Date? Of course it was. They'd remember it too, as the day the sky fell to earth."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/R4ctsIyFoh4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Diagnosis of Sadness</title>
      <link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Cellstories/~3/aaw49uyEVp4/10</link>
      <description>"There is no cure for Sadness. Treatment, while sometimes comforting to the victim's family, has generally merely proved annoying to the victim."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/aaw49uyEVp4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>For W.W.</title>
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      <description>"'You know they dug here once,' he said, very soothingly, his hand on my head. 'And below this bed they found another bed. And below that another bed. And below that another bed. It’s just beds straight down.'"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/16kKXtM57_A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Sea World</title>
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      <description>"What the Vice President of Entertainment at Sea World doesn’t tell you when you interview to be a trainer at the bird show is that 10% of the job is doing the show and the other 90% of the job is cutting up rat meat and cleaning up bird shit."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/69Ll8bD3QHs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Lame Shall Enter At Five Miles Per Hour</title>
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      <description>“You’re laughing because you think it’s over. So a car fell on your legs while you’re making nine bucks an hour to change oil. Big deal. Those crutches on you are better than a bank full of retirement bonds. Seriously, you get a little more gray I’ll introduce you to some guys I know who only cruise the Alzheimer fun run circuit for guilt-ridden daughters. So easy."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/pyjEgNHJeZA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 07 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>The Celebrity Orders Room Service</title>
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      <description>"'So?' the celebrity says again. 'Are you going to fucking start asking questions or what?' She is tiny, wiry even, with a bad energy about her, like a short sailor a few hours into a bender."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/QngjwiAE0r0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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      <title>Life on Mars</title>
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      <description>"Jones is a disgusting beast. First time I caught him, we had just left geosynchronous Earth orbit, I wake up and there he is, sitting across the galley, trying to catch droplets of his own cum with a rations container, ass-eating smile on his face."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Cellstories/~4/aooAovghhvU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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