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		<title>By: Becky Green Aaronson</title>
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		<dc:creator>Becky Green Aaronson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Oct 2012 22:54:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>23. ---THE END---

Thank you writing friends for making this such a fun process. Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever imagined this story coming from this writing prompt.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>23. &#8212;THE END&#8212;</p>
<p>Thank you writing friends for making this such a fun process. Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever imagined this story coming from this writing prompt.</p>
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		<title>By: Cindy Brown</title>
		<link>http://animprobablelife.com/2012/10/22/a-story-to-be-told/#comment-4596</link>
		<dc:creator>Cindy Brown</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Oct 2012 20:59:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>22. &quot;It was worth staging my own death to meet my great-granddaughter! Now, everyone close your gaping jaws and mend your fences while I get a hug from the most beautiful little girl I&#039;ve ever met and get to know the apple of my grandson&#039;s eye. Nadine, hold my gun.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>22. &#8220;It was worth staging my own death to meet my great-granddaughter! Now, everyone close your gaping jaws and mend your fences while I get a hug from the most beautiful little girl I&#8217;ve ever met and get to know the apple of my grandson&#8217;s eye. Nadine, hold my gun.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: Brenda</title>
		<link>http://animprobablelife.com/2012/10/22/a-story-to-be-told/#comment-4583</link>
		<dc:creator>Brenda</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Oct 2012 14:54:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Great responses.. so many voices, so many writers with quirky voices.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great responses.. so many voices, so many writers with quirky voices.</p>
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		<title>By: Becky Green Aaronson</title>
		<link>http://animprobablelife.com/2012/10/22/a-story-to-be-told/#comment-4521</link>
		<dc:creator>Becky Green Aaronson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Oct 2012 15:27:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>21. The weight of silence nearly suffocated Shane as he looked from Aunt Nadine to his grandfather, then finally his father. It was only the tiny chirp of a voice that pierced the tension, allowing everybody to breathe again. 

&quot;Grandpa?&quot; she whispered as she looked up from her pink sparkly cowboy boots. 

Shane&#039;s father was taken aback by her beautiful cocoa skin, long eyelashes and the rainbow of color adorning her cornrow braids. Her sweet presence disarmed every grown-up she&#039;d ever met. Her grandfather was no exception. All he could say was...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>21. The weight of silence nearly suffocated Shane as he looked from Aunt Nadine to his grandfather, then finally his father. It was only the tiny chirp of a voice that pierced the tension, allowing everybody to breathe again. </p>
<p>&#8220;Grandpa?&#8221; she whispered as she looked up from her pink sparkly cowboy boots. </p>
<p>Shane&#8217;s father was taken aback by her beautiful cocoa skin, long eyelashes and the rainbow of color adorning her cornrow braids. Her sweet presence disarmed every grown-up she&#8217;d ever met. Her grandfather was no exception. All he could say was&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: monicastangledweb</title>
		<link>http://animprobablelife.com/2012/10/22/a-story-to-be-told/#comment-4514</link>
		<dc:creator>monicastangledweb</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Oct 2012 02:52:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>20. A young man wearing a hunter green jacket and plaid slacks stepped forward from beneath the shadows of a jacaranda tree. Looking straight into the eyes of Aunt Nadine, he said glibly, &quot;Aunt Nadine, is it? I&#039;ve been standing here for quite a while, wondering when anyone would notice me. I am Shane&#039;s partner, for the last five years, and together we have just adopted a child. Would you like to meet her or is this a bad time?&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>20. A young man wearing a hunter green jacket and plaid slacks stepped forward from beneath the shadows of a jacaranda tree. Looking straight into the eyes of Aunt Nadine, he said glibly, &#8220;Aunt Nadine, is it? I&#8217;ve been standing here for quite a while, wondering when anyone would notice me. I am Shane&#8217;s partner, for the last five years, and together we have just adopted a child. Would you like to meet her or is this a bad time?&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: Bella</title>
		<link>http://animprobablelife.com/2012/10/22/a-story-to-be-told/#comment-4501</link>
		<dc:creator>Bella</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Oct 2012 01:15:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>19. Aunt Nadine interrupted saying, &quot;Before you answer that, shouldn&#039;t you introduce us to the young man who&#039;s been standing here for the past ten minutes looking at us like we&#039;re crazy?&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>19. Aunt Nadine interrupted saying, &#8220;Before you answer that, shouldn&#8217;t you introduce us to the young man who&#8217;s been standing here for the past ten minutes looking at us like we&#8217;re crazy?&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: Harper</title>
		<link>http://animprobablelife.com/2012/10/22/a-story-to-be-told/#comment-4500</link>
		<dc:creator>Harper</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2012 20:33:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>18. “If you’re here, who was it we just buried?” Shane asked.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>18. “If you’re here, who was it we just buried?” Shane asked.</p>
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		<title>By: injaynesworld</title>
		<link>http://animprobablelife.com/2012/10/22/a-story-to-be-told/#comment-4490</link>
		<dc:creator>injaynesworld</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 25 Oct 2012 04:22:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>17 ... where there, dressed in his Sunday best, stood his grandfather as alive as any of them, holding his old hunting rifle, which he&#039;d just fired into the air.  &quot;Shane, help your father up.  I&#039;ll be damned if he&#039;s going to die before I do and I&#039;ll be double-damned if I&#039;m going to die before this family is reunited.&quot;  The family stared at the old patriarch in complete shock.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>17 &#8230; where there, dressed in his Sunday best, stood his grandfather as alive as any of them, holding his old hunting rifle, which he&#8217;d just fired into the air.  &#8220;Shane, help your father up.  I&#8217;ll be damned if he&#8217;s going to die before I do and I&#8217;ll be double-damned if I&#8217;m going to die before this family is reunited.&#8221;  The family stared at the old patriarch in complete shock.</p>
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		<title>By: Brenda</title>
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		<dc:creator>Brenda</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Oct 2012 18:04:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>16. The reunion was too short. Shane wanted to linger in the gaze of his father&#039;s love longer but the gunshot echoing overhead took both of their gazes back to the front porch.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>16. The reunion was too short. Shane wanted to linger in the gaze of his father&#8217;s love longer but the gunshot echoing overhead took both of their gazes back to the front porch.</p>
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		<title>By: monicastangledweb</title>
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		<dc:creator>monicastangledweb</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Oct 2012 04:39:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>15. &quot;Dad, I love you!&quot; exclaimed Shane, taking a step toward his father, and with his arms outstretched, he continued, &quot;It&#039;s been too long and I want a truce.&quot; As he said, this he saw his father&#039;s eyes soften perhaps, knowing that he was right. It was time to settle old grudges, and accept his son for what he was.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>15. &#8220;Dad, I love you!&#8221; exclaimed Shane, taking a step toward his father, and with his arms outstretched, he continued, &#8220;It&#8217;s been too long and I want a truce.&#8221; As he said, this he saw his father&#8217;s eyes soften perhaps, knowing that he was right. It was time to settle old grudges, and accept his son for what he was.</p>
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