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	<title>Fiction at Courage, my friend &#187; Distance (inactive)</title>
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		<title>Distance, Chapter 1 Part 4</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jan 2008 17:10:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Inside the lounge, I couldn&#8217;t hear Mom and Dad arguing any more.&#160; It was something to be grateful for, at least.

The only other person in the room, an older woman, sat in the middle chair of the first of two rows of seats.&#160; She wore a loose, cream-coloured dress, and a gold scarf on her [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Distance, Chapter 1 Part 3</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The gate was the smallest one I&#8217;d ever seen &#8212; ten seats, and all but one of them empty.&#160; The gate for Jupiter sat a hundred, and that was with shuttles every thirty minutes.&#160;

The sign above the entrance announced Eta Cass in big glowing letters, sandwiched between a small star map on the left, and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Distance, Chapter 1 Part 2</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[We&#8217;d been wandering through the jump port for hours, stopping, it seemed, in every Duty Free shop in the place.&#160; I had always hated shopping, and shopping with Mom was worst of all.&#160; She could go for hours, trying stuff on, wanting feedback.&#160; Anything to be the centre of attention.&#160; And today, she and Dad [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Distance, Chapter 1</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[We moved to Et C 2 from Jupiter Prime shortly after my fifteenth birthday.&#160; It was not a decision I&#8217;d had any say in.&#160; My parents had just come home from work one day and announced it, as if they were announcing dinner plans, or something.&#160; As usual, I didn&#8217;t rate an opinion.

I had lived [...]]]></description>
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