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		<title>Adam: Yeah...so what????</title>
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		<title>Caravan, Part 3</title>
		<description><![CDATA[	As Martin walked, he started to notice the rustling of leaves and cracking of branches below his feet.  And, after a while, he started to notice rustlings and crackings that didn't seem to be coming from his own feet - or at least, he couldn't be sure.
	He stopped and looked behind him but there [...]]]></description>
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		<title>&quot;Grog!&quot;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[	DM: You set down your grog and burst through the door, your companions closely behind. The goblin horde stands before you, sniveling and snickering in low and nasty tones. "Come on, bitches!" they shout in unison, charging at you with their speers and whatnot.
	Grumpus: I am so wasting these guys.
	Penut: Take it easy, Grumps! We [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Rework, &quot;Emulate Drug Dealers&quot;</title>
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		<title>The Wide Tango, Part 1</title>
		<description><![CDATA[	Young couples walked along the canal on an early May afternoon the way young couples do when they have nowhere in particular to be.  Some gave off an aura of boredom on the verge of despair.  A few pensively watched the water flow by - dotted with paddle boats and ornamented with various [...]]]></description>
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		<title>iPhone Unveils Next Wave of Killer Apps</title>
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		<title>&quot;Yargh, the Goblins are Here!&quot;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[	Sitting with your back to the wall, you down your last grog-filled mug. Your hairy arms instinctively reach in the pouch at your side for coin. None. You glance at your ragtag companions, a tall wiry Elf with bluish-blonde hair, and a squat Dwarf with a flaming red bird. Uh-uh, they say with their eyes...
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		<title>Caravan, Part 2</title>
		<description><![CDATA[	Martin plodded on, slowly, but persistently. He had brought extra materials for trading, in case their coinage dwindled or good-will ran dry - a small clay container, several drinking bladders, and carved figurines among various other trinkets. Garyth had warned that the extra burden would overweigh him but Martin stubbornly wrapped the belongings and stowed [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Caravan, Part 1</title>
		<description><![CDATA[	On the third day, they reached the end of the woods, beyond which lay a vast field of bramble.  The going was rough and the companions had to wrap their legs and forearms in leather to prevent the branches from drawing a toll in blood.  Ahead stood a wall of hills in the midst of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Vomit. Boogers. Dairy Queen.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[We line up: myself, my wife, sister, mother, father, and niece, who points right away to the most geometrically-appropriate item, a perfectly round chocolate-something-or-other on a stick. ]]></description>
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