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	<title>Comments on: Fragment 101 /Halloween /None /Sat, 31 Oct 1998</title>
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		<title>By: Apocalypse of Jude &#187; Fragment 100 /Winter&#8217;s End /Prime /Sun, 30 Aug 1998</title>
		<link>http://www.aofj.info/nave/fragment-101-halloween-none-sat-31-oct-1998/#comment-192</link>
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		<description>[...] Wasteland Mix: Fragment 101  [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Apocalypse of Jude &#187; Fragment 10 /Halloween /None /Sat, 31 Oct 1998</title>
		<link>http://www.aofj.info/nave/fragment-101-halloween-none-sat-31-oct-1998/#comment-191</link>
		<dc:creator>Apocalypse of Jude &#187; Fragment 10 /Halloween /None /Sat, 31 Oct 1998</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2008 06:20:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] At the door of the Hofgarten restaurant where their last abortive meeting took place, Mae and Caul, both spattered wet, ascend steps and take a table next to a window to watch the storm unfold its drama on the earth. Mae turns to the ushering waitress and runs her hands through her hair, slicking it with fresh wetness. [...]</description>
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