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      <title>Parallel Plots- Nathaniel Zabala by NATHANIEL ZABALA</title>
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      <pubDate>2021-01-27 06:24:21 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Bridge</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Then he caught a horrible blast of that foul smell he was most afraid of, and leaped forward desperately. "You're going to fall of the bed," said the patient next to him."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-01-27 06:26:55 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The lights were already around him, the happy carries. He managed to cut the air once or twice, then a rope snared him from behind. "It's the fever," the man in the next bed said, "The same thing happened to me when they operated on my duodenum."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-01-27 06:26:59 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Bridge</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"With the last hope he shut his lids tightly, moaning to wake up. For a second he thought he had gotten there, because once more he was immobile in the bed, except that his head was hanging down off, swinging. But he saw death, and when he opened his eyes he saw the blood-soaked figure on the executioner priest coming toward him...."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-01-27 06:27:42 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Tone</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"What tormented him the most was the odor, as though, notwithstanding the absolute acceptance of the dream, there was something which resisted that which not habitual, which until that point had not participated in the game."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-01-27 06:29:00 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Tone</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"He began to look at the cast on his arm, and the pulleys that has held it so comfartably in the air.....With pain in the broken arm, blood from the split eyebrow, contusion on the knee; with all that, a relief in returning to daylight, to the day to feel sustained and attended." That was weird someday he'd ask the doctor at the office about it."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-01-27 06:55:59 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Tone</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"Open the eyes and look in all directions, hopeless. He was surrounded by an absolute darkness. Tried to get up and felt ropes pinning his wrists and ankles...The cold bit into his naked back, his legs."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-01-27 06:56:04 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Pacing from both plots </title>
         <author>nzabala0002</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The fever was winning slowly and he would have been able to sleep again, but he was enjoying the pleasure of keeping awake, eyes half closed, listening to other patients conversation, answering question time to time." </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-01-27 07:23:14 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Pacing from both plots</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"His feet sank into a bed of leaves and mud, and then he couldn't take a step that the branches of shrubs did not whiplash against his ribs and legs. Out of breath, knowing despite the darkness sand the silence he was surrounded, he crouched down to listen." </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-01-27 07:23:24 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Pacing from both plots</title>
         <author>nzabala0002</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"The war of the blossom had started at the beginning of the moon and had been going on for three days and three nights now. If he had managed to hide in the depths of the forest, getting off the trail further up past the marsh country, perhaps the warriors wouldn't follow his track." </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-01-27 07:23:34 UTC</pubDate>
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