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  <pubDate>Sat, 22 Nov 2008 20:06:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>30 Second Middle Lane Pause (Original Short)</title>
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  <description>Wow.  I finally, actually, honest to god got inspired.  Kinda cool, huh?  *is stunned*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I&apos;m posting it here.  ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make the turn and stop.  The gas station on the corner proclaims its lower gas price than that of yesterday.  I&apos;ll wait until tomorrow to fill my tank; it may be lower still.  The thought makes me near giddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two trucks are parked in the lot beside the road, their rear bumpers close to the other&apos;s, and their fronts turned away.  They look like petulant children; I wonder what they&apos;re fighting about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple sits in the station wagon in front of me.  The woman leans to the backseat when tiny hands flail up.  The baby quiets, and the man leans over, stealing a kiss that lasts longer than a peck.  Tiny hands rise again as the parents kiss between the two front seats, and I imagine the little wagon carrying more little ones inside it over the next few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light turns green, and my brief half a minute of waiting ends.  There&apos;s another light up ahead, and another beyond that one.  One&apos;s bound to turn red, and I&apos;ll watch the world again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I got inspired to play with the vampire story again.  And the Mud and Shoelaces one, too, but I don&apos;t know how I want to engineer that one yet.  I&apos;ve attempted three times, and it just doesn&apos;t come out right.  Heeeeelp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Jean</description>
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