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		<title>The “what would I do” game</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2010 17:23:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Let’s say somebody had a gun pressed against your temple and they were going to pull the trigger unless you, for example, prayed, or wrote a story, or stood on your head. Let’s assume that you didn’t want to die, weren’t anywhere near ready, had important things left undone.
Of course you can easily imagine such [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Simple Martini</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 13:25:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It wasn’t that I ordered the martini, or drank the martini and didn’t have a second. It wasn’t that she had a martini. After all, it was lunch with the girls, two for one, a few hours before I left town.
We hadn’t seen each other in a long while. Although we’d enjoyed a few socially [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Pulling A Runner</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Jan 2010 01:47:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In spite of self-help advice to the contrary, if you feel like running away from a problem, challenge, crisis, person or place, get going. You may have responsibilities, contracts, moral imperatives, and a car that needs a tune-up. Get in the car anyway and just go. Move. You&#8217;ll end up, at least temporarily, in a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Belly-Up Bead Shop</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 01:10:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[“I am not at liberty to disclose that information.” said the bookstore clerk when I asked who owned the Vermont Bead Shop. The bead shop, next door, had a yellow  “By Order of Police” sign duck-taped to the window. The sign was large, the black tape slapped on crooked.
“I left my sweater there. I just [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Where did I go. I miss me.</title>
		<link>http://laurelcaseytime.com/2009/11/1133/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 23:00:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>The Hour of Crooks</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 20:39:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It is the Hour of Crooks. Crooks write confessionals. Crooks advise. Crooks are key-note speakers. Crooks live in big houses. Crooks are admired and forgiven. Crooks get the girl.
A few slaps on the hand and a couple of crooks go to jail, but they already had their fun, so what do they care? Better to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Mission Statement</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 14:17:49 +0000</pubDate>
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(A mission statement defines in a paragraph or so any entity&#8217;s reason for existence. It embodies its philosophies, goals, ambitions and mores. Any entity that attempts to operate without a mission statement runs the risk of wandering through the world without having the ability to verify that it is on its intended course.) 
 [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Continuing Theatrical Work in Progress</title>
		<link>http://laurelcaseytime.com/2009/08/continuing-theatrical-work-in-progress/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 00:03:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Woman in Straight-jacket:
I popped a couple of Wellbutrin last night to kick start a mania.  Off all drugs for a few months and making a dive, it’s worth a try. If that doesn’t work, I’ll add the Adderol. Thankfully, my manias are controllable. I don’t think I’m Jesus. I don’t fly to Greece to rebuild [...]]]></description>
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