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		<title>72. CORA: The End</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/06/25/72-cora-the-end/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jun 2010 13:54:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[eady?&#8221; Cora asked Juliette.
The girl hoisted her suitcase and gave a wan smile.
Cora gave up.  She would have guessed that Juliette would have been delighted to go back to France, but instead the girl had been sullen, even weepy, all week.
&#8220;Is there something wrong?&#8221; Cora asked.  &#8220;Something you&#8217;re not telling me?&#8221;
Juliette shrugged and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>71. DWAYNE, DaSHAWN, LaTONYA: Let Us Pray</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/06/24/71-dwayne-dashawn-latonya-let-us-pray/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jun 2010 14:02:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[DWAYNE
e raised his hands to the congregation.
For the brothers and sisters in need of divine intervention, let us pray!
Amen.
For those, who have lost their way in the sight of the Lord, let us pray!
Amen.
For the thieves, for the flesh peddlers, for those who have turned away from their families, let us pray.
And let us pray, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>70. JULIETTE: The Question</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/06/22/70-juliette-the-question/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jun 2010 12:52:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ear diary,
You won&#8217;t believe it but&#8230;.I may be going back to Paris. No matter how many times I say it to myself, it sounds so surreal. I thought I&#8217;d be thrilled to see this day, but truth is I&#8217;m&#8230;numb. I hate t admit it, but a part of me, a sick, twisted, masochistic part of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>69. TARYN: Queen of the World</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/06/21/69-taryn-queen-of-the-world/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Jun 2010 14:57:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ou go on out to the field,&#8221; she told him.
&#8220;But&#8230;.&#8221;
&#8220;You want me to send  you back to that sorry-ass farm where I found you?  Now get.&#8221;
She had his number, all of their numbers.  She knew how bone-numbing the work could be on a grim silent farm like the one where she plucked him from his [...]]]></description>
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		<title>68. JAMIE: New Man</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/06/16/68-jamie-new-man/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jun 2010 14:33:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[t took him at least ten minutes lying there, listening to the silence, to believe that he really might be home alone.
No babbling in French.  No female voices nagging him to clean something up.  No Jimmie Sue woo woo or Senior dementia.  Just&#8230;..silence.
He turned over which nudged Iggy awake.  The iguana [...]]]></description>
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		<title>67. DARRELL: Kidnapping Mom</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/06/14/67-darrell-kidnapping-mom/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Jun 2010 14:06:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[e set the alarm on his phone for 5:30 in the morning, earlier than he&#8217;d ever woken up before.  It was still pitch black outside, but the birds were tweeting, he could hear, and if he listened really hard, he could make out the sound of the delivery trucks pulling up to the old [...]]]></description>
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		<title>66. GEORGE: Didn&#8217;t We Almost Have It All?</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/06/09/66-george-didnt-we-almost-have-it-all/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Jun 2010 14:07:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[he last thing he saw before the horse kicked him in the head was Cora, catching sight of him across the crowd of people, her face breaking into a smile so big and dazzling that she looked, in that instant, exactly like her teenage self.
And then he felt the horse erupt and before he could [...]]]></description>
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		<title>65. DaSHAWN: Milk Moon</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/06/08/65-dashawn-milk-moon/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Jun 2010 14:08:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[here WAS that girl?
DaShawn sat scrunched down in the car, like she told him, for as long as he could stand it, and then he sat up and looked around at the sorry farm.  Damn, it was pathetic.  How could white people live like this, way out in the middle of nowhere, everything [...]]]></description>
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		<title>64. TARYN: Candy</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/06/04/64-taryn-candy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Jun 2010 12:17:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ou could tell without thinking who was at the festival.
Car gone.  Lights thriftily turned off.  Dog tied up.
Everybody piled into the vehicle and went together, and nobody locked their door.  Or if they did lock it, they left the key under the mat or above the doorjam.
She didn&#8217;t even try sneaking, just [...]]]></description>
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		<title>63. CORA: Love Is All Around</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/06/03/63-cora-love-is-all-around/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jun 2010 14:12:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[edhi wanted to see more of Ho Springs, so Cora decided to take him to the festival.  Like most residents of the town, she hated the jamboree, which drew denizens from the hills and the surrounding towns, invited mayhem along with its pleasanter pursuits.  But she knew Medhi would be amused by the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>62. Wayfarin&#8217; Stranger</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/06/02/62-wayfarin-stranger/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Jun 2010 11:11:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[
Micaela Aldridge sings and Connor Dugan fiddles on this amazing rendition, created especially for Ho Springs, of the classic Wayfarin&#8217; Stranger.
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		<title>61. JULIETTE: Let&#8217;s Play Kidnapper</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/05/28/61-juliette-lets-play-kidnapper/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 May 2010 14:07:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[abysitting was not how she wanted to spend her day.  Hugo, who was at this very moment snoring on the couch across the room, was sure to be leaving very soon, and Juliette might never see him again.  And after all their efforts to be together last night were foiled &#8212; well, she [...]]]></description>
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		<title>60. NOT GEORGE EITHER: Beyond The Festival</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/05/27/60-not-george-either-beyond-the-festival/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 May 2010 21:11:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>59. NOT GEORGE: The Festival</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/05/25/59-not-george-the-festival/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2010 11:11:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>58. GEORGE: The Festival</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/05/24/58-george-the-festival/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 May 2010 13:52:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[h no.
The festival.
He forgot about the festival.  Or he blocked it out.  Or he told them he needed the day off and they forgot, or he forgot, or&#8230;.
Oh no.
He hated the festival, the major event of the racing season, where the horses were a sidelight to the bands and the food and the beauty queens, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>57. LaTONYA: Insult to Heaven</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/05/19/57-latonya-insult-to-heaven/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 May 2010 12:06:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[o,&#8221; George said.  &#8220;I&#8217;ll see you tomorrow night?  Usual time and place?&#8221;
They were standing on the street &#8212; George with his little girl in his arms, LaTonya and Darrell &#8212; in front of her building.  It took her a minute to figure out what she was talking about.  Then she realized: [...]]]></description>
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		<title>56. JULIETTE: Strangers in the Night</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/05/18/56-juliette-strangers-in-the-night/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 May 2010 15:42:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[hat are you doing out here?&#8221; she heard her father say, in French.
It was so comforting, to hear that language all around her again, that she felt herself nestle more deeply into her bed, lulled by the sound and ignoring the words.
&#8220;I&#8217;m just going to the bathroom.&#8221;
Hugo.  Right outside her bedroom door.  She [...]]]></description>
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		<title>55. CORA: The Black Cat</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/05/17/55-cora-the-black-cat/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 May 2010 16:18:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ast midnight, all the guests were finally gone and the house was finally dark, its many denizens in their beds.  Cora, exhausted, kept drifting toward sleep, yet her still-buzzing mind refused to let her tip entirely over the precipice.  And so when the door to her room opened, she wasn&#8217;t sure whether it was reality [...]]]></description>
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		<title>54. DaSHAWN: Unwritten Agreement</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/05/14/54-dashawn-unwritten-agreement/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 14 May 2010 12:55:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[his is it?&#8221;
Taryn looked skeptically around DaShawn&#8217;s apartment.
&#8220;You actually live here?&#8221; she asked.
He wasn&#8217;t sure exactly what she meant by that, but he had the feeling it wasn&#8217;t anything good.
&#8220;I was gonna straighten up,&#8221; he said.  &#8220;But you didn&#8217;t give me a chance.&#8221;
She laughed.  &#8220;I hate that defensive fucking bullshit,&#8221; she said, kicking [...]]]></description>
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		<title>53. JAMIE: The Secret of Happiness</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/05/12/53-jamie-the-secret-of-happiness/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 12 May 2010 15:10:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[eality was seriously overrated.
Get clean, everybody said.  Stop drinking.  Quit smoking.  Just say no to fucking drugs.
Well, maybe if you were fucking Nancy Reagan or fucking Michelle Obama living in the fucking White House, high on your beautiful fucking life, that might be a reasonable way to live.
But here?  Living in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>52. JULIETTE: Dreams and Nightmares</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/05/11/52-juliette-dreams-and-nightmares/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 May 2010 13:13:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ugo leaned in close.  &#8220;All these people,&#8221; he said, &#8220;they are absolute morons, no?&#8221;
Juliette was about to laugh and agree, but then she looked around.  Darrell, whose gaze she&#8217;d been trying to avoid: He was weak, maybe.  But he definitely was not a moron.  Darrell&#8217;s mom, working to put herself through [...]]]></description>
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		<title>51. CORA: The Flesh of the Lamb</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/05/10/51-cora-the-flesh-of-the-lamb/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 May 2010 13:18:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[edhi was in the kitchen, working on his lamb, when George arrived, looking tired but oddly relaxed.
Cora kissed him on both cheeks, blushing when she realized she&#8217;d fallen back into the French way of behaving.
&#8220;Sorry,&#8221; she said.  &#8220;I&#8217;ve been spending too much time with the Europeans.&#8221;
&#8220;That&#8217;s great that Juliette&#8217;s home safe,&#8221; George said.  &#8220;How&#8217;s she [...]]]></description>
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		<title>50. GEORGE: Square One</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/05/06/50-george-square-one/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 May 2010 17:51:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[t was a little yellow house, just four rooms and a wreck and a half, but it was close to the center of town and enormous compared with the houseboat.  He and Beth didn&#8217;t need much space anyway; from living on the boat, she tended to stay within three feet of him no matter [...]]]></description>
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		<title>49. DARRELL: My Hero</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/05/05/49-darrell-my-hero/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 May 2010 13:57:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[hit, it was a cop car.
He dove into the bushes but then, as soon as he landed there, was gripped by the worst feeling.  He was lost.  He&#8217;d become a terrible person.  He could no longer remember right from wrong, tell good from bad.  He&#8217;d always thought the cops were on [...]]]></description>
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		<title>48. JULIETTE: The Mockingbird</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/05/04/48-juliette-the-mockingbird/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 May 2010 15:35:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[uliette sat up in the pine tree, far above their heads, holding very very still.  She could see and hear them perfectly.  If she wanted to, if she dared to, she could have pissed on their heads.
&#8220;Where&#8217;s that little cunt gone to?&#8221;
It was the guy speaking, his disgusting gut hanging over his pants. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>47. JAMIE: Homecoming</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/05/03/47-jamie-homecoming/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 May 2010 13:41:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[e felt like he was wearing a diaper.  God, that was depressing, but not as depressing, he guessed, as ending up with one ball.  Not as depressing as lying dead in a field.  Not even as depressing as being 37 years old and having no job, no wife, no kids, no home, and not an [...]]]></description>
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		<title>46. TARYN: 84 Ways To Get What You Want</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/04/30/46-taryn-84-ways-to-get-what-you-want/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Apr 2010 13:13:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ou wait in the car,&#8221; Taryn said.
&#8220;Why do I have to wait in the car?&#8221;
Taryn sighed theatrically, so he&#8217;d know she was out of patience.  &#8220;Because you&#8217;re a Negro, and they&#8217;re not going to like that,&#8221;  she explained to DaShawn, the way she would to Beth.
She undid another button at the neck of the housedress [...]]]></description>
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		<title>45. DARRELL: Going Crooked</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/04/28/45-darrell-going-crooked/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Apr 2010 20:18:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[arrell ran not into the woods where he&#8217;d heard them go but the other way, down the road, past their car, past the place where he&#8217;d turned back toward Juliette earlier in the night.  He felt horrible not going after her again now but he also knew it would be crazy, to plunge into [...]]]></description>
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		<title>44. CORA: French Diplomacy</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/04/27/44-cora-french-diplomacy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Apr 2010 12:50:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ora was awake, daylight just beginning to sift through the windows, though she was not sure she had ever fallen asleep.
She could remember sitting alone in the living room, feeling so restless and helpless knowing Juliette was out there somewhere.  Finally, she&#8217;d lain down on the sofa, her mind alive with images of her [...]]]></description>
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		<title>43. JULIETTE: Savior Behavior</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/04/26/43-juliette-savior-behavior/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Apr 2010 14:24:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[t last, the American monsters were asleep.
The lights still blazed overhead, but Juliette could hear both of them snoring like pigs.  The bed above sagged in the middle so low to the ground that she and Darrell were forced to opposite sides of their hiding place.  If one of the disgusting snorting hogs [...]]]></description>
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		<title>42. DARRELL: Be A Man</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/04/16/42-darrell-be-a-man/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Apr 2010 15:07:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[e walked far enough down the drive that he felt like he was surrounded by forest again, before he decided for sure that Juliette was not going to follow him.
He really wanted to keep going.  Find the road that was surely at the end of this track and thumb a ride back home.  [...]]]></description>
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		<title>41. DaSHAWN: The Bitch&#8217;s Bitch</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/04/15/41-dashawn-the-bitchs-bitch/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Apr 2010 13:45:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[aShawn gazed in Taryn&#8217;s direction as she talked, trying to keep his face composed in what he guessed might be a posture of listening.  He nodded slowly and steadily, like a fucking Emmitt Smith bobblehead, and held his mouth slightly open and relaxed, and stared with wide eyes at her pretty little white face, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>40. JULIETTE: Into the Woods</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/04/14/40-juliette-into-the-woods/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Apr 2010 14:43:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[he woods were so much darker than she&#8217;d expected.
She stopped, enormous black trees looming overhead, mysterious sounds &#8212; bears? wolves? &#8212; emanating from the endless forest that surrounded them.
&#8220;Maybe this was a mistake,&#8221; she told Darrell.
He was already twenty steps ahead of her and it took a moment for his footsteps to stop their crunch-crunch-crunching [...]]]></description>
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		<title>39. GEORGE: Dumping Out the Boxes</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/04/13/39-george-dumping-out-the-boxes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Apr 2010 13:55:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[eorge was bent over a horse&#8217;s hoof, trying to dig out whatever was making the animal limp, when Jamie McAdams collapsed into the mud right in front of him.
He might have heard Jamie stagger into the barn if it weren&#8217;t for the general din of the racetrack all around him.  But instead his focus [...]]]></description>
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		<title>38. LaTONYA: The Big Must</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/04/12/38-latonya-the-big-must/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Apr 2010 14:53:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[aTonya trudged down the street with Cora, feeling as if her arm were missing.  No, worse than her arm: Her head.  No, not her head: Her heart.
She had to find Darrell, that was all.  Every thread of her being was trained on this goal.  She had to find her son, bring him home safe, and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>37. TARYN: The CEO of Trouble</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/04/09/37-taryn-the-ceo-of-trouble/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Apr 2010 13:57:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[he really thought they were going to come and save her.
After she pulled herself on board the drifting boat, she huddled wet and shivering under a blanket until she felt more disgusting than battered.  Then she peeled off her wet clothes and tossed them overboard.  She dried herself off as best she could [...]]]></description>
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		<title>36. JAMIE: The Slave</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/04/08/36-jamie-the-slave/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Apr 2010 14:19:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[o.&#8221;
Jamie felt the muzzle of the rifle dig into his ribs, but still he hesitated.
&#8220;This stuff is dangerous,&#8221; he said.
The tattoo artist laughed.  &#8220;That&#8217;s what you&#8217;re for.  Now git.&#8221;
Fog rose from the fields that stretched all around them, newly plowed in preparation for the spring planting.  There was a barn, empty except [...]]]></description>
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		<title>35. JIMMIE SUE: I See What I See</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/04/07/35-jimmie-sue-i-see-what-i-see/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Apr 2010 13:40:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[hat a commotion!
First LaTonya ran in, pulling Cora into a corner in some intense and supposedly &#8220;secret&#8221; conversation.
Then LaTonya&#8217;s big blowhard son, the minister one who claimed to be a man of God &#8212; ha! &#8212; stormed in, demanding that he be in charge of the search and investigation.
At least both of the women ignored [...]]]></description>
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		<title>34. DARRELL: What It Feels Like To Be Free</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/04/06/34-darrell-what-freedom-feels-like/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2010 13:43:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[e was free, free, totally free of everyone and everything &#8212; except, of course, for Juliette, whose hand was clamped on his own.  They were running, tearing as fast as they could down the sidewalk, through alleys, across yards, over fences, not stopping until they were sure that Dwayne and members of the psycho [...]]]></description>
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		<title>33. JULIETTE: Tongues</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/04/05/33-juliette-tongues/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Apr 2010 14:30:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[he church looked even bigger from its wide front steps than it did from the road, its white edifice looming over her, the steeple with its glimmering gold cross seeming to reach all the way to heaven.
It felt as imposing as Notre Dame, or even more so.  At least with Notre Dame, you knew [...]]]></description>
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		<title>32. TARYN: The Swimmer</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/04/01/32-taryn-the-swimmer/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Apr 2010 15:40:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[t was nearly dark when Taryn got back to the houseboat, breathless, a six-pack of George&#8217;s favorite pale ale on the front seat beside her to make up for being so late.  George hadn&#8217;t answered her last couple of texts so he was undoubtedly pissed.  It had just felt so good, to not [...]]]></description>
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		<title>31. CORA: Let Them Eat Cake</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/03/31/31-cora-let-them-eat-cake/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Mar 2010 14:35:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ora finished serving the lemon cake and then sat back to watch everyone eat.  The dining room glowed with candlelight just as it had for big dinners when her mother was alive, long golden beeswax tapers burning in silver candlesticks atop the mantelpiece, votives in their glass holders arrayed along the windowsills, the big candelabra [...]]]></description>
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		<title>30. GEORGE: The End</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/03/29/30-george-the-end/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Mar 2010 14:27:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[hen it came right down to it, there wasn&#8217;t that much to take.  His medical bag, of course.  A few clothes, his favorite old ones he&#8217;d never be able to duplicate.  Beth&#8217;s toys.  Family pictures, the ones that didn&#8217;t break his heart.  HIs passport.
&#8220;Where&#8217;s Mommy?&#8221; Beth asked, wide-eyed.
&#8220;Mommy had to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>29. JULIETTE: You&#8217;re Ruining My Life</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/03/26/29-juliette-youre-ruining-my-life/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Mar 2010 13:13:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[uliette had just taken the final cut when her mother burst into the bathroom.
&#8220;Oh!&#8221; Cora said, like it was all a big accident.  &#8220;Sorry.  We need to get a lock&#8230;.&#8221;
It was only then that her mother seemed to focus.
&#8220;What the hell have you done to your hair?&#8221;
Juliette shrugged, like it was no big [...]]]></description>
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		<title>28. TARYN: Feels So Good</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/03/25/28-taryn-feels-so-good/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Mar 2010 15:08:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[mmmmmmmmmmm.&#8221;
Taryn closed her eyes, let the feel of LaTonya&#8217;s strong hands on her back consume her.  There was nothing better than this.  Some drugs, maybe, but then you had to deal with the aftermath.  The feel of George inside her, loving her the way no one else, truly, ever had.  Well, maybe sex felt [...]]]></description>
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		<title>27. GEORGE: The Sleeping Game</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/03/24/27-george-the-sleeping-game/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Mar 2010 14:31:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[eorge drew the Queen Frostine card, and immediately tried to shove it back in the pile before Beth could see.  But too late: The little girl&#8217;s eyes caught the vision of the lavender-bedecked fairy queen and her face started to crumple.
&#8220;I wanted to get the queen,&#8221; she said, a whimper at the edge of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>26. LaTONYA: I Want My Son</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/03/23/26-latonya-i-want-my-son/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Mar 2010 13:24:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ou have been so wonderful, taking your brother in hand,&#8221; LaTonya said, sitting across the long shiny black table from her son Dwayne.
She was careful to keep her voice modulated, mindful that, above all else, what Dwayne needed to hear was praise.  That&#8217;s what Cora McAdams had told her, anyway.
She&#8217;d gone to Cora for [...]]]></description>
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		<title>25: JAMIE: Inked</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/03/22/25-jamie-inked/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Mar 2010 14:08:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[e blew an extra $2 on gas to drive all the way out beyond the lake, to a roadside tattoo parlor where he&#8217;d never been before and he didn&#8217;t know anybody.  He owed the three shops closer to town money, and all he had was a 20, which he hoped would be just enough [...]]]></description>
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		<title>24. CORA: You Have To Try</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/03/19/24-cora-you-have-to-try/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Mar 2010 19:43:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ight after she dropped Juliette off at school, Cora worked up her nerve and unlocked the front door of McAdams&#8217; Apothecary &#38; Luncheonette, the family drugstore and restaurant forever known as the MAL.
She&#8217;d expected to come back to town, add some insouciant Gallic touches to the menu, maybe get the waitresses some cuter outfits, and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>23. JULIETTE: Dude in Black</title>
		<link>http://hosprings.com/2010/03/18/23-juliette-dude-in-black/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Mar 2010 13:24:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[erde!
She&#8217;d suffered through this whole freaking first morning at school, wandering alone through the hallways, the other kids staring and pointing at her like she&#8217;d landed here from the planet Zebo, only to finally find her way to the lunchroom, locate the one freaking person her age she knew in the entire school &#8212; no, [...]]]></description>
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