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		<title>Daughters of Anarchy</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Mar 2013 03:18:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ding. A text message sat on the screen of my cell phone. Biker A: Did u hear what Biker B did? I replied by thumb: No. Ding. Biker A: He took his $ and left. U believe that crap? I sighed. My conversation with Biker A was going to be long and having it by [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Unexpected</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jan 2013 01:38:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[“Hold on,” Gilby said. “Let me grab the sheets.” “Don’t rush,” I told him as he limped from his family’s guest room. It had been one year since Gilby’s motorcycle accident. His left leg was broken when a man driving a pickup pulled in front of him, and Gilby, unable to stop his bike in [...]]]></description>
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		<title>We All Leak Sometime</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 05 Dec 2012 22:05:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kevin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[“I pooped myself,” my wife said sheepishly. “Really?” I giggled, laying in the driveway next to my motorcycle and a pile of tools. “It’s not funny!” She furrowed her brow in warning. “All right. All right.” “It happened so fast. I thought I was done, but after I left the bathroom I suddenly needed to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>From Good Cloth</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Nov 2012 07:02:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The engine sputtered. Then ran. Then sputtered worse and cut out. My motorcycle began quietly rolling down the highway, losing speed to the surrounding traffic. Some folks gave space as I worked to cross four lanes of commuter traffic, but most continued past without slowing. One man came close behind me then aggressively switched lanes [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Pops Owens vs. The Wolfman</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 Sep 2012 05:03:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kevin</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[“Jesus Christ, it’s hot,” I bitched to everyone in the room. The whole day had been sweltering. And now the night was too. It was odd for Culver City, a part of Los Angeles where the weather is tempered by the Pacific Ocean. “Be quiet and have a beer,” my wife Elizabeth said, handing me [...]]]></description>
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