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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35424296</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 21 May 2012 06:11:04 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Story</category><category>Bikini</category><category>Psycho Thriller</category><category>Fiction</category><category>Funeral</category><category>Nurse</category><category>Murder</category><category>Kidneys</category><category>Adult Content</category><title>The Fingers - A Psycho Thriller</title><description>My platform for publishing my story-in-progress, The Fingers.</description><link>http://the-fingers.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Iwan Eising)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheFingers-APsychoThriller" /><feedburner:info uri="thefingers-apsychothriller" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35424296.post-5227060576232861099</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Jan 2011 13:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-31T14:29:47.185+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Psycho Thriller</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bikini</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adult Content</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><title>Green Tea instead of Black Coffee (CH07EP08)</title><atom:summary type="text">When he turned around Patty saw the terror on his face. He didn’t answer when she asked him what was wrong. Then when she moved she felt the sheets tug at her. She looked down and saw the stains in the sheet. The next second she started laughing and he noticed a slight hysteria in her voice. As sudden as she’d started laughing she stopped. 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Since 5 minutes he allowed himself to blink his eyes, but only to be able to tell the time when he would look at the clock. 10 minutes later he noticed that she wasn’t breathing. He hadn’t noticed it before because he was too fixated with her eyes. He panicked. 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After they arrived at his house she helped him taking a shower. His wound was still hurting and he was glad that he didn’t have to clean himself. Patty had been very systematic while washing him and never hinted at any romantic intentions that she might have. 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He wanted to make sure that he would be there, not giving Patty the impression he didn’t care. It wasn’t until 9 PM that night she showed up, looking at him she asked what he’d done that day. She guessed that now he was allowed to walk around he probably had checked out the nurses. 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He had dreamed of Bobby, the dog he had as a five-year old boy. The dog had looked up at him, tears in its eyes as he dug his hands into the warm body of the animal. 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Instead he was thinking of calling Mark Sieberts to reschedule their dinner. But as he was dialing the salesman’s number he thought of the two ladies that would join them for dinner. It had been years since he had been with a woman. 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It had been 3 years after Jerome had died. After that last time a few days after the funeral he never saw or heard anything from Merry again. 

He let the salesman in, looking at the merchandize as the salesman was in the bathroom he heard uncle Ray talking to him about the funeral. 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It cut his tongue loose. He looked up but didn’t see anything. The whole world was covered in blackness. He tried to stand but his legs didn’t have the strength to carry him. His hands moved towards his head. He touched his mouth, to ensure that everything was still there. He felt his tongue, his teeth. He kissed his fingers, happy to feel that </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheFingers-APsychoThriller/~3/0FxrMXtgeUg/humming-noise-ch06e02.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iwan Eising)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheFingers-APsychoThriller/~4/0FxrMXtgeUg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://the-fingers.blogspot.com/2010/07/humming-noise-ch06e02.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35424296.post-432633596375919966</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 May 2010 19:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-02T22:45:03.541+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Psycho Thriller</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adult Content</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><title>The Voice (CH06E01)</title><atom:summary type="text">A high-pitched sound woke him up and he realized that his wounds were healing. He tried to look around but everything was dark. He had to be blind, because his eyelids were removed. He still remembered the agonizing pain he endured while they removed his eyelids. He didn’t remember when he was made blind. He wondered how they’d done it. Did he still have his eyes, or were they taken out of their </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheFingers-APsychoThriller/~3/g2UzYJ1phsI/whispering-voice-ch06e01.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iwan Eising)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheFingers-APsychoThriller/~4/g2UzYJ1phsI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://the-fingers.blogspot.com/2010/05/whispering-voice-ch06e01.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35424296.post-853397421115890614</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 May 2010 19:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-02T21:53:03.114+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Psycho Thriller</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adult Content</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Murder</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kidneys</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funeral</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><title>The Funeral (CH05E03)</title><atom:summary type="text">January second Merry’s uncle Ray came to his house to pick up her personal belongings. He recognized the man from one of the photo’s Merry and Jerome had framed just a few weeks before the accident. Uncle Ray told him that Merry would visit him later that week and she wanted him to attend the funeral, which was the next day. He told uncle Ray to tell Merry that he would be there and that he was </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheFingers-APsychoThriller/~3/9OO3vBXFX24/funeral-ch05e03.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iwan Eising)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheFingers-APsychoThriller/~4/9OO3vBXFX24" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://the-fingers.blogspot.com/2010/05/funeral-ch05e03.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35424296.post-3518945441270875756</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Apr 2010 18:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-20T20:07:47.397+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Psycho Thriller</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adult Content</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><title>The Accident (CH05E02)</title><atom:summary type="text">Jerome turned out to be an excellent craftsman and Merry was quite the cook Jerome had been bragging about. At least once a week she would bake a pie, mostly an apple pie. By the time it got winter and the first snow fell most of the jobs around the house were taken care of and all remaining repairs would have to wait until spring. 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He had bought a small mansion that required quite some renovation. He enjoyed working on the house and after 2 years he had taken care of all immediate repairs. The house had a new roof as well as completely replaced stairs to all 3 floors. He had decorated most of the rooms. 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He couldn’t move. He tried to move his arms but didn’t feel anything. He tried to only move his hands, but the only motion he felt was in his fingers. He moved his feet and legs and was surprised he could feel them and had the control over each muscle. 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He pushed the woman away; she rolled on her side and let out a gasp. The last air in her lungs had been pushed out, he knew. He looked at her, picked her up and took her to the table. He </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheFingers-APsychoThriller/~3/tpKFzFwtIuA/chapter-4-episode-3.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iwan Eising)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheFingers-APsychoThriller/~4/tpKFzFwtIuA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://the-fingers.blogspot.com/2010/03/chapter-4-episode-3.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35424296.post-2672905652955698614</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 20:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-09T23:12:49.749+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Psycho Thriller</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adult Content</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><title>Post Suicide, The Dog (CH04E02)</title><atom:summary type="text">A month after Kate had committed suicide he had fallen from a ladder. He was working in a newly renovated house he had bought. He had some money from the sale of his business and after buying the house he had sufficient money left to decorate it nicely. To create a new home for himself where he would feel at home. He was painting the ceiling and had been too lazy to steady the ladder. He had made</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheFingers-APsychoThriller/~3/xVtnqXCs46c/chapter-4-episode-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iwan Eising)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheFingers-APsychoThriller/~4/xVtnqXCs46c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://the-fingers.blogspot.com/2010/02/chapter-4-episode-2.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35424296.post-4429601173674070252</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Feb 2010 20:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-09T23:07:47.661+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Psycho Thriller</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adult Content</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><title>The Watch, The Rat and The Woman (CH04E01)</title><atom:summary type="text">He looked at his watch, two days ago the batteries went dead and he was wondering if they had lasted as long as the salesman had promised him when he bought the watch. It had been cheap, only $14,99. He tried to remember when he bought it and although he could picture the face of the salesman in front of him, he couldn’t get the associated date with it. He tried to count the seasons, saw the open</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheFingers-APsychoThriller/~3/KaGX3j92Fbk/chapter-4-episode-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iwan Eising)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheFingers-APsychoThriller/~4/KaGX3j92Fbk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://the-fingers.blogspot.com/2010/02/chapter-4-episode-1.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35424296.post-8430634681451710340</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 20:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-31T22:43:40.427+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Psycho Thriller</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adult Content</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><title>Chapter 3 - Episode 10</title><atom:summary type="text">She was curious on what was going on and took her son on her arm. Kate went outside over to the door she just saw locked and knocked on it. She looked through the window and saw her husband walking towards the door. He looked bewildered and when he opened the door she saw it wasn’t been her husband who opened the door. She shrieked, but before she could turn around and run away, he had Benjamin </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheFingers-APsychoThriller/~3/-PRYyxxg1io/chapter-3-episode-10.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iwan Eising)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheFingers-APsychoThriller/~4/-PRYyxxg1io" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://the-fingers.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-3-episode-10.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35424296.post-2761144601296039027</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 20:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-31T22:04:17.834+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Psycho Thriller</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adult Content</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><title>Chapter 3 - Episode 9</title><atom:summary type="text">Mathew greeted him and he asked Mathew to come inside for a moment, because he wanted to discuss Kate’s behavior. Mathew told him he noticed a change in her behavior and asked if the two had talked the day before. He answered that he would rather discuss it while drinking a cup of coffee. Mathew agreed and they went inside, he held the door open for his neighbor and while Mathew stepped inside, </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheFingers-APsychoThriller/~3/SAbixbVbPMs/chapter-3-episode-9.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iwan Eising)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheFingers-APsychoThriller/~4/SAbixbVbPMs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://the-fingers.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-3-episode-9.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35424296.post-169746822396317332</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2009 15:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-19T18:00:22.561+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Psycho Thriller</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adult Content</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><title>Chapter 3 - Episode 8</title><atom:summary type="text">Another week went by before he saw Kate getting out of her car carrying her groceries to their house. She left the car open and while returning for the second batch of that week’s groceries she saw him closing the car, carrying them. She could do nothing but let him in and while he was putting the paper bags on the kitchen table he asked her why she was avoiding her. She answered that she wasn’t </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheFingers-APsychoThriller/~3/NObuMy5mtfI/chapter-3-episode-8.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iwan Eising)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheFingers-APsychoThriller/~4/NObuMy5mtfI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://the-fingers.blogspot.com/2009/08/chapter-3-episode-8.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35424296.post-2981013730366659507</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 07:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-22T09:13:47.602+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Psycho Thriller</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adult Content</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><title>Chapter 3 - Episode 7</title><atom:summary type="text">The next day they prepared for their trip back, it had been a wonderful time in the mountains and they all felt reluctant to go home, all but Benjamin, who couldn’t wait until he told his kindergarten teacher about his adventures. A week later life was back to normal, almost normal as Kate avoided her neighbor. Mathew asked him if something happened that he should know about between him and Kate,</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheFingers-APsychoThriller/~3/wJLybDr89aU/chapter-3-episode-7.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iwan Eising)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheFingers-APsychoThriller/~4/wJLybDr89aU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://the-fingers.blogspot.com/2008/04/chapter-3-episode-7.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35424296.post-5662864186061852496</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 12:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-25T14:00:35.132+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Psycho Thriller</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adult Content</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><title>Chapter 3 - Episode 6</title><atom:summary type="text">Benjamin and Mathew were on the lake, fishing rods ready to catch some ‘big ones’ as they referred to any fish longer than 5 inches. Benjamin had been silent the whole morning and Mathew had tried to find out why, but Benjamin kept his mouth shut. They were now sitting close to the waterfall, and Benjamin had forgotten all about his oath of silence and asked his dad why he and mom had a fight. </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheFingers-APsychoThriller/~3/OvMzh5AQq4A/chapter-3-episode-6.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iwan Eising)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheFingers-APsychoThriller/~4/OvMzh5AQq4A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://the-fingers.blogspot.com/2008/02/chapter-3-episode-6.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35424296.post-2111768089451195824</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 12:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-25T13:59:14.291+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Psycho Thriller</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Adult Content</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><title>Chapter 3 - Episode 5</title><atom:summary type="text">Just before  noon  he came out of the bushes and approached the deer standing at the edge of the canyon. Unaware of what was behind it, it continued to graze and once it felt the cold hand at its neck it was to late. His right hand went deep into the deer’s neck while his left hand went straight to the animal’s liver. Once he got hold of the liver he took it out, blood spraying all over him. He </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheFingers-APsychoThriller/~3/jqFiwItWCwg/chapter-3-episode-5.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iwan Eising)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheFingers-APsychoThriller/~4/jqFiwItWCwg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://the-fingers.blogspot.com/2008/02/chapter-3-episode-5.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35424296.post-8364008910951812573</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Feb 2008 09:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-06T10:44:04.347+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Psycho Thriller</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><title>Chapter 3 - Episode 4</title><atom:summary type="text">One day he and Benjamin went for swimming, as he heard screams coming from the house. He took the kid out of the water and ordered it to stay next to the car while he was taking care of some business. He walked to the house and heard Mathew accusing his wife of cheating on him. He stopped and listened to Kate denying the accusations, screaming that she knew that her husband was screwing some </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheFingers-APsychoThriller/~3/ib0Zixx4i44/chapter-3-episode-4.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iwan Eising)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheFingers-APsychoThriller/~4/ib0Zixx4i44" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://the-fingers.blogspot.com/2008/02/chapter-3-episode-4.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35424296.post-1539256877059002480</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Jun 2007 12:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-22T14:18:41.391+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Psycho Thriller</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Story</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><title>Chapter 3 - Episode 3</title><atom:summary type="text">Two weeks later the four of them were on their way to the cabin, Benjamin was excited from the point he got to sit next to his neighbor and asked him if he had taken hotdogs along.When they arrived at their destination they unpacked and Benjamin and Mathew took the little boat and went fishing, to catch the first meal of their trip. Half an hour later they returned with their catch, three big </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheFingers-APsychoThriller/~3/_fg0-QdcJ60/chapter-3-episode-3.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Iwan Eising)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheFingers-APsychoThriller/~4/_fg0-QdcJ60" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://the-fingers.blogspot.com/2007/06/chapter-3-episode-3.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

