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      <title>Better be good to me by Ludmila Bulla</title>
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      <description>by Daniel Ehrenhaft
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      <pubDate>2017-10-20 19:04:02 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>A prisoner of your love<br>Entangled in your web<br>Hot whispers in the night<br>I'm captured by your spell<br>Oh yes I'm touched by this show of emotion<br>Should I be fractured by your lack of devotion<br>Should I, should I</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-10-20 19:15:28 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>I: Prisoner of your love</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Does liking this song make me gay?"<br>The song at issue is Tina Turner's ´Better Be Good to Me.´<br>"Yes, D," [...] "Liking this song makes you gay. Very, very gay."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-10-20 19:18:51 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>II: Entangled in your web</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>My roommate's name is DePaul Adams. His family controls the entire U.S. shipping industry.<br>Give him an excuse; he'll drop a tab of acid.<br>He's also my best friend.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-10-23 21:46:42 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>III: Hot whispers in the night</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The chicks will be here soon"<br>I am depressed because DePaul is happier than me and he always will be, even without the LSD.<br>He is going to Princeton in the fall, whereas I am going to NYU.<br>DePaul owns his tuxedo, I rented mine. My parents are not billionaires.<br>I want to have fun. But I can't. I have a secret. I've never even hinted at it. I came close to whispering it [...], late at night, [...] but I stopped myself. Like I'm doing with DePaul right now</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-10-23 21:46:59 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>IV: I&#39;m captured by your spell</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“The chicks,” DePaul whispers to his desk lamp.</div><div>Every item of clothing suffocates me in some way, down to the rented black shoes and socks.</div><div>I shuffle over to our door and open it. The chicks are indeed here. DePaul’s girlfriend and mine.</div><div>Marci smiles straight at the zit on my nose and says, “Hey, handsome!”</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-10-23 21:47:03 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>V: Captured!</title>
         <author>ludmibulla95</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I am an asshole.<br>I am in love with my best friend's girlfriend.<br>Rebecca and Marci are also roommates. And best friends.<br>It's empathy. It's <em>feeling</em>. <br>For how she laughs so hard that she loses herself. <br>Sneaking out has never come up among us. DePaul won't make a move. He seems as bored with Rebecca as I am with Marci. <br>I am a virgin. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-10-24 02:40:15 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>VI: Oh yes I&#39;m touched by this show of emotion</title>
         <author>ludmibulla95</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"I said , hey, handsome," Marci repeats. <br>I force a smile.<br>My eyes meet Rebecca's for a moment. <br>If I break up with Marci, I will in all likelihood wind up on Rebecca’s shit list - a place I refuse to be.</div><div>She’s pissed because now she’s going to NYU.</div><div>Suddenly, I am ecstatic that I didn’t get into Princeton.</div><div>“So, D, how do I look?” Rebecca pipes up. “Zack just complimented <em>his</em> girlfriend.”</div><div>“You’re shimmering?” he offers with a shrug.</div><div>“That’s sweet, D. Much appreciated. Just try to keep it together tonight, all right? The sixties are over.”</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-10-24 02:44:37 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>VII: Should I be frightened by your lack of devotion?</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>After a clumsy presentation of corsages, the four of us head to the dining hall. <br>Marci was on the Spring Ball decorations committee, and it shows. <br>This is not a prom. This is Dorchester’s Spring Ball. This is a fraud.</div><div>“This place feels amazing. It’s vibrating. It doesn’t even feel like the dining hall. It feels like a… <em>prom</em>.”</div><div>“We should all get up and dance as soon as ―”</div><div>“OH MY GOD!” Marci shrieks. “I love this song! (...)” She casts a sidelong glance at me and starts to fidget in time to the music.</div><div>I turn away from Marci. I can’t help it. I <em>am</em> that big an asshole.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-10-24 02:56:28 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>VIII: Should I?</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“Dig Marci’s hoop earrings. Chicks who wear earrings like that… it’s a sign. They’re saying they want to get freaky. That’s why I should bang her.”</div><div>“You want to bang my girlfriend because of her hoop earrings?”</div><div>“It’s obvious you don’t want to bang her.”</div><div>“when Marci and Rebecca first came in tonight, you looked Rebecca from the bottom up. But you looked Marci from the top down ―”</div><div>“Can I ask you something?”</div><div>“Sure.”</div><div>“How did you and Marci get together anyway? I mean, really.”</div><div>“(...) she let me know she had a crush on me… I was just flattered.”</div><div>“Very romantic, (...) I sit closer to you than Marci does. I sat closer to you yesterday.”</div><div>“But you’re going out with DePaul,”</div><div>Rebecca doesn’t respond.</div><div>“You should either break up with Marci this second, or go out there and cut in on that dance. Because Marci wants something to happen with you tonight.”</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-10-24 03:04:57 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>IX: Should I???</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Everything freezes. I stop breathing.<br>"Something to happen? Like what?"<br>"I just wish DePaul wanted somthing to happen tonight, too. I'm psyched to go to NYU. <em>You're</em> gonna be there."<br>"Can I ask you something now?"<br>"Of course"<br>"What is it that you like about Marci? I mean, why are you guys best friends?"<br>"That's not a very nice thing to ask about your girlfriend."<br>"I'm in the mood to be honest."<br>“What are you thinking?”, Rebecca asks.</div><div>“That I’m happy Marci seems to be having fun right now,” (...) “And that I want to get out of here.</div><div>“Hey, I’ll come with you if you want. I don’t really feel like hanging out here, either.”</div><div>“That leaves the question of Marci, though.”</div><div>I jump out of my chair and hurry across the dance floor.</div><div>“Marci, I’m sorry I’ve been such an asshole to you,” I confess. “I really am.”<br>"I want to have fun tonight.I've put too much time and energy into this night not to have fun."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-10-24 03:13:23 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>X: Oh, you better be good to me</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Rebecca tries to console me on the walk by to my dorm.<br>Rebecca and I [...] open DePaul's <br>The whole time I'm wondering ´<em>Did Rebecca just agree to come back here because she wants to hook up?</em>´<br>Rebecca and I open DePaul's desk.<br>Our eyes come to rest upon the sole contents of DePaul's drawer: an unsealed envelope with Rebecca's name on it.<br>She opens the envelope as delicately as she can.<br><em>´Dear Rebecca,<br>How to phrase this? [...] I am........shit, this is harder than I thought!<br>There's something neither of you knows. <br>When I said it to myself it felt really good.<br>I think I may be gay.<br>Nothing would make me happier than you and Zack.<br>He's just as into you as you are into him.<br>I love you Rebecca. And I love Zack, too. I'm on your side, both of your sides!<br>I don't want to lose you. Or Zack. I don't even know if I'm going to give you this letter.<br>Love, DePaul´<br></em>"So, he is gay [...] I thought he was...happy"<br>"You can't be both?"<br>"At this school?"<br>"What bothers me is that he didn't tell me. Why didn't he?"<br>"He was worried you'd get dreaked out"<br>She kisses me once, very softly, on the lips.<br>"You can take your tuxedo off. Tonight can still be amazing. I want it to be amazing. Don't you? It's the Spring Ball."<br>I know we're done with conversation for the evening. My heart is thumping too hard to do anything but let Rebecca take control.<br>I can be honest. DePaul is on our side.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-10-24 06:14:28 UTC</pubDate>
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