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	<title>Comments on: Story Time!</title>
	<link>http://freakgirl.com/blog/story-time/10645</link>
	<description>the delicious frosting on your internet</description>
	<pubDate>Sun, 20 Jul 2008 01:18:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: freakgirl</title>
		<link>http://freakgirl.com/blog/story-time/10645#comment-40168</link>
		<dc:creator>freakgirl</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 11:41:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://freakgirl.com/blog/story-time/10645#comment-40168</guid>
		<description>Of course, Marianne knew nothing of Victor's connection to her arch-nemesis, Stephanie. Until one night at his apartment (after they returned from the carnival), she was searching for a thumbtack to pin up her Winston Churchill quote and came across the old, musty wallet in the back of a drawer.

She thumbed through it, her mouth open in shock. "My god," she thought. "Stephanie wasn't a runaway after all. She was murdered. By Victor." 

The rest of the night was torture for Marianne. Victor, clueless to her mistaken assumption, was wonderful as ever, making merry conversation about the Obama campaign, while she sat there, shaking and praying for dinner to end soon so she could leave. After they cleared the dishes, she said goodnight to a disappointed Victor and fled the house.

Two days later she was on a plane, heading to Rosie O'Donnell's house, where she would soon begin her new job. And, although she didn't know it yet, she would fall in love with Rosie, break up Rosie's marriage and become the most famous lesbian in America.

Victor still doesn't know why she left.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Of course, Marianne knew nothing of Victor&#8217;s connection to her arch-nemesis, Stephanie. Until one night at his apartment (after they returned from the carnival), she was searching for a thumbtack to pin up her Winston Churchill quote and came across the old, musty wallet in the back of a drawer.</p>
<p>She thumbed through it, her mouth open in shock. &#8220;My god,&#8221; she thought. &#8220;Stephanie wasn&#8217;t a runaway after all. She was murdered. By Victor.&#8221; </p>
<p>The rest of the night was torture for Marianne. Victor, clueless to her mistaken assumption, was wonderful as ever, making merry conversation about the Obama campaign, while she sat there, shaking and praying for dinner to end soon so she could leave. After they cleared the dishes, she said goodnight to a disappointed Victor and fled the house.</p>
<p>Two days later she was on a plane, heading to Rosie O&#8217;Donnell&#8217;s house, where she would soon begin her new job. And, although she didn&#8217;t know it yet, she would fall in love with Rosie, break up Rosie&#8217;s marriage and become the most famous lesbian in America.</p>
<p>Victor still doesn&#8217;t know why she left.</p>
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		<title>By: GeekBoy</title>
		<link>http://freakgirl.com/blog/story-time/10645#comment-40162</link>
		<dc:creator>GeekBoy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 03:29:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://freakgirl.com/blog/story-time/10645#comment-40162</guid>
		<description>He didn't know what ever became of Stephanie's mother, but he could still remember her vividly.  All of her strange habits.  Like writing inspirational quotes on scraps of yellow paper and throwing them off the tops of buildings for the wind to catch.  "It's my gift to a crazy world," she'd say.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>He didn&#8217;t know what ever became of Stephanie&#8217;s mother, but he could still remember her vividly.  All of her strange habits.  Like writing inspirational quotes on scraps of yellow paper and throwing them off the tops of buildings for the wind to catch.  &#8220;It&#8217;s my gift to a crazy world,&#8221; she&#8217;d say.</p>
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		<title>By: ken</title>
		<link>http://freakgirl.com/blog/story-time/10645#comment-40136</link>
		<dc:creator>ken</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 20:56:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://freakgirl.com/blog/story-time/10645#comment-40136</guid>
		<description>a vice cop working undercover at a strip club called Pole Katz, where one of the job hazards was picking up a meth habit.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>a vice cop working undercover at a strip club called Pole Katz, where one of the job hazards was picking up a meth habit.</p>
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		<title>By: Liz</title>
		<link>http://freakgirl.com/blog/story-time/10645#comment-40134</link>
		<dc:creator>Liz</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 20:23:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://freakgirl.com/blog/story-time/10645#comment-40134</guid>
		<description>the terrible truth about Stephanie's mother. He had thought when they first met that she was a stripper from Kansas City when in fact she was...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>the terrible truth about Stephanie&#8217;s mother. He had thought when they first met that she was a stripper from Kansas City when in fact she was&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: shannon b.</title>
		<link>http://freakgirl.com/blog/story-time/10645#comment-40133</link>
		<dc:creator>shannon b.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 19:51:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://freakgirl.com/blog/story-time/10645#comment-40133</guid>
		<description>Stephanie, having never gotten over her jealousy of the relationship Marianne had with her more gentle natured father, had run off with a cocaine smuggler shortly after dropping out of high school.  Her father, unwilling to let another man have control over his daughter, had set out looking for her.  That's when he stumbled upon...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Stephanie, having never gotten over her jealousy of the relationship Marianne had with her more gentle natured father, had run off with a cocaine smuggler shortly after dropping out of high school.  Her father, unwilling to let another man have control over his daughter, had set out looking for her.  That&#8217;s when he stumbled upon&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: GeekBoy</title>
		<link>http://freakgirl.com/blog/story-time/10645#comment-40132</link>
		<dc:creator>GeekBoy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 19:01:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://freakgirl.com/blog/story-time/10645#comment-40132</guid>
		<description>Ironically, it was Mr. Traywick's wallet that Victor had found floating in the water off the Florida Keys.  Along with $10K in large bills, a small baggie of what Victor later determined to be cocaine, and a photo of his daughter Stephanie.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ironically, it was Mr. Traywick&#8217;s wallet that Victor had found floating in the water off the Florida Keys.  Along with $10K in large bills, a small baggie of what Victor later determined to be cocaine, and a photo of his daughter Stephanie.</p>
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		<title>By: hugh</title>
		<link>http://freakgirl.com/blog/story-time/10645#comment-40131</link>
		<dc:creator>hugh</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 18:24:25 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://freakgirl.com/blog/story-time/10645#comment-40131</guid>
		<description>...had lost a father-daughter One-Legged Race to Stephanie-Fucking-Traywick from down the street and her obnoxious, Neanderthal father. Neander-Dad had never let Neil, her own kind-if-conflict-allergic dad live this down.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8230;had lost a father-daughter One-Legged Race to Stephanie-Fucking-Traywick from down the street and her obnoxious, Neanderthal father. Neander-Dad had never let Neil, her own kind-if-conflict-allergic dad live this down.</p>
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		<title>By: Soosan</title>
		<link>http://freakgirl.com/blog/story-time/10645#comment-40130</link>
		<dc:creator>Soosan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 18:20:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://freakgirl.com/blog/story-time/10645#comment-40130</guid>
		<description>was a cotton candy addict.  She thought that the fluffly pink clouds of sugar on a stick where....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>was a cotton candy addict.  She thought that the fluffly pink clouds of sugar on a stick where&#8230;.</p>
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		<title>By: shannon b.</title>
		<link>http://freakgirl.com/blog/story-time/10645#comment-40129</link>
		<dc:creator>shannon b.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 18:09:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://freakgirl.com/blog/story-time/10645#comment-40129</guid>
		<description>go to the carnival because as a child she...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>go to the carnival because as a child she&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Greater Czarina</title>
		<link>http://freakgirl.com/blog/story-time/10645#comment-40127</link>
		<dc:creator>Greater Czarina</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 17:22:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://freakgirl.com/blog/story-time/10645#comment-40127</guid>
		<description>To troll political meet-ups for hot chics. Still and all, for a player, he was at least something of a gentleman. And since Marianne was ready to take some chances in her life - new job, new man - she was thrilled when he suggested they...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>To troll political meet-ups for hot chics. Still and all, for a player, he was at least something of a gentleman. And since Marianne was ready to take some chances in her life - new job, new man - she was thrilled when he suggested they&#8230;</p>
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