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	<title>Fiction at Courage, my friend &#187; Winter Rain</title>
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	<description>by Chris Poirier</description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 59</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 14:24:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Poirier</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[“You&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.&#160;live in the city, right?”

“Mm hmm,” I say, turning back in my seat to face her.&#160; I smile, but she doesn’t seem quite comfortable meeting my eyes.&#160; “Right in the middle.”

“Isn’t that&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.&#160;difficult?&#160; You know, living so close to all those people?”

I nod.&#160; “It can be.&#160; You’ve certainly got to be careful.&#160; I mean, no changing [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 58</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2008 16:06:13 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Poirier</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[I wake with a start to motion and blinding sunshine.&#160; I squeeze my eyes shut to block out the light, but the dream stabs at me from the backs of my eyelids, and I snap them open again.&#160; My shirt is damp with sweat, and I start to shiver, despite the warmth of the sun [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 57</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Oct 2008 13:29:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Poirier</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Chapter 6

I watch him, from behind—I can’t see his face, but it’s Faolan.&#160; He stands over her, his feet apart, his hand raised&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.&#160;ready to strike.&#160; Again.

She cowers before him—afraid, but there’s defiance in her eyes.

It’s the wrong play.

I try to stop him, to jump forward, to grab his hand before it descends again.&#160; But I’m [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 56</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Oct 2008 17:37:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Poirier</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[“What are you doing?” I growl as Brennan turns south onto the main road.

“Getting us the fuck outta here,” he growls back.

“No!&#8221; I snarl.&#160; &#8220;We can’t just go!&#160; Even if we fucking want to—we need someone to take us to Torrin’s.”

“Yeah, fuck that!&#160; Dugan’s a write-off!&#160; Even money he set this whole thing up.&#160; We [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 55</title>
		<link>http://fiction.courage-my-friend.org/winter-rain/part-55/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Oct 2008 19:05:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Poirier</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[I approach Top-heavy warily while Brennan rifles through Brawler’s pockets.&#160; Top-heavy seems out, but I don’t trust it.&#160; Maybe because I took him out by accident.&#160; Or maybe it’s just always this way, when the adrenalin leaves me.

I kick his foot, but he doesn’t react.&#160; Not that he would&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.&#160;.

I glance over at Pipe-man, but he’s [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 54</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 00:30:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Poirier</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[I growl deeply and reach up to undo my collar.&#160; Beside me I hear Brennan rip open his whole shirt.&#160; “Bluffing!” I want to whisper to him, but there isn’t time.

Declan and Brawler stumble backward, and Top-heavy turns to run.&#160; But Pipe-man isn’t taken in.&#160; He raises his pipe to his shoulder, and yells, “Bring [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Winter Rain, part 53</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2008 14:35:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chris Poirier</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Brennan slams it into reverse and floors it back up the hill.&#160; There are stone walls on either side of the road—no chance we can turn.&#160; I check behind.&#160;

We’re too late.

“There’s two of them—we can’t get past!” I say.

“I know.”

Fuck.

Well, I guess there’s only one choice left.

“Stop the car.”

“What?”

I turn back to face him and [...]]]></description>
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