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	<title>Culture Grits : A Mouthful of Memphis : Fiction</title>
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	<pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 01:05:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Flash Fiction</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 22:30:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Kimberly Brandon</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[These flash fiction stories are based on a word picked randomly from the dictionary.

Leaving  Town
Word: Blackguard
They don’t call me Sam or Sammy.  Never do they call me Samuel.  They don’t call me nothing respectful or decent.  I am Shoe Shine Boy, or Boy.  All of them call me that, except [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Dairy Man&#8217;s Boys</title>
		<link>http://culturegrits.com/fiction/2007/11/30/the-dairy-mans-boys/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2007 20:30:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Sarah Christine Bolton</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Montana falls always turned cold so quickly. It was almost as if the powerful winter that would hold the world captive for seven months didn’t want fall to even have a chance. I remember it was cold, really cold, that fall day when we were invited to the Anderson’s dairy farm for a chili dinner. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>New Morning, Same Story</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Nov 2007 20:45:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Redmond Wallace</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Working on something is so hard to do in the foul air of laziness. It smells of the barrel of fresh killed dove carcasses on the opening day of season. All the folks come out as genteel though most sure as hell ain’t. They just know how to do it real good so they can [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Kat</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Jun 2007 23:15:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Robert McGowan</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Talent is essential, but it isn&#8217;t everything.
Which is to say:
You can&#8217;t get there without talent,
but you can have talent
and
still
not
get
there.
A venerable truth anciently understood, no new insight of mine, cutesy typography aside.
But for some it can be a shocking-fresh fact, hard to work through.
Kat, for example.
Who has as yet only the flimsiest inkling how immense, how [...]]]></description>
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