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	<title>Honestly Kid by Dan Damkoehler</title>
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	<description>Words To A Lost Friend</description>
	<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 11:52:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Liquor Store</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 01:10:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Billy walked downtown. Every street lamp seemed fated to click off as he passed under. None of them did.
The pimple behind the register at the liquor store didn&#8217;t recognize him. Billy had graduated the eighth grade with his mother. He&#8217;d feel old except she had him four days before her sixteenth birthday.
Billy tried not to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>William and Tamra On The Porch</title>
		<link>http://www.honestlykid.com/2007/10/26/william-and-tamra-on-the-porch/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Oct 2007 12:48:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[He told her about the old man, about Fresno, drinking coffee, and Maria, Tommy&#8217;s mother. He didn&#8217;t tell her who the old man accused of killing the boys. He couldn&#8217;t. It felt simply too absurd. He wasn&#8217;t sure it was true yet, hadn&#8217;t reasoned out all the evidence the old man had rattled off on [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Home From A Fool&#8217;s Ramble</title>
		<link>http://www.honestlykid.com/2007/10/17/home-from-a-fools-ramble/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2007 12:36:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s the same upsetting feeling he&#8217;s known before. Maybe known all of his so-called adult life. Certainly the last ten years of it.
Nothing achieved. Opportunities missed or entirely blown. Friends and so-called friends lost. Success (whatever that means) almost entirely elusive. All the education and what? None of the discipline and hard work? No, there&#8217;s [...]]]></description>
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