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		<title>Theo &amp; The Pirates</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 22:38:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[As a ten-year-old girl, Theodosia Burr could read Latin and Greek. Her doting father, Aaron Burr, thought she could walk on water. And that&#8217;s just what she&#8217;s been doing off the Outer Banks of North Carolina since early January 1813. Born in the final year of the American Revolution, it is more or less accepted [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Simonson&#8217;s Milk</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 21:24:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Don&#8217;t worry about a thing. We take care of everything here at Happy Valley,&#8221; Marguerite Simonson assured the client. &#8220;All you will have to do, Mrs. Adamson, is come for visits between 10 and 4.&#8221; &#8220;And flowers?&#8221; &#8220;Why send them? We will plant Alfred&#8217;s little park beautifully and you will have a fine bench to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Anna&#8217;s Rooftop</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 21:18:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A warm day in June, 1972, drinking mimosas and eating Eggs Florentine on Tar Beach, Anna said she wanted to go to Poland. &#8220;Nah, Poland,&#8221; said Singe Le Fleur derisively, &#8220;I want to go to Bulgaria.&#8221; &#8220;I want to go to Albania,&#8221; Alan growled. Alan always growled when he spoke. Such a great name, Singe [...]]]></description>
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		<title>21,000 Suicides</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 19:19:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Whenever I think about it, I am brought straight back to the Easter of 1932. I grow numb all over, cold all over, thinking about the boys. It was hard on the girls, too, my two sisters, but they were saved. Those poor boys and the poor Lindbergh Baby and the 21,000 suicides and Annabel [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Dumb-Bell Murder</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 18:49:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ruth Brown was only 13 when she went to work as a telephone operator. She worked the night shift. During the day she studied shorthand and bookkeeping and dreamed of growing up and marrying her boss. Not the boss at the telephone company, but some ideal of a wealthy executive with whom she would live [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Harps, Big and Little</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 18:28:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Harp&#8217;s Hill is near the Pond River in western Muhlenberg County, Ky., not far from Highway 62. There is a crossing in the road near Dixon named Harp&#8217;s Head and one of the crossing roads is named Harp&#8217;s Head Road. Some miles away, the precise location lost to time, there is a cave known as [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Devil and the Dancing Fool</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 17:36:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It is hard to know what makes the night so black here. The night is black as pitch here. They all are here, every night, black as pitch. Look up and the clouds racing across the moon are black. The green grasses beneath your feet at night are black. The water is not blue, but [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Prison Movies</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2009 19:56:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[From someplace back there behind the eyes images project onto little skin screens. Lamplight filtering through blood makes for rosy skin screens. That is an illusion. They are black in an unlit room. Visual visitations come in clear bursts like fireworks in the night sky. A rainbow over a river, an onyx ocean hung in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Slaves in the Family by Edward Ball</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2009 01:00:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Modern day Americans have a love of genealogy and spend a great deal of time, energy and money pursuing what is an all out passion for our family histories. In the course of it, almost always, family secrets come tumbling out of time. In Edward Ball&#8217;s case, the fact that his family owned slaves was [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Spring Street Ghost</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 17 Jan 2009 22:30:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In 1977, a man was asleep in his loft on Wooster Street near Spring Street in the SoHo district of Manhattan. It was 2:00 AM and deadly quiet. It was a ground floor loft. Behind him was a blank wall with a door in it, but no windows to the front of the building. The [...]]]></description>
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