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			<title>Take the Call</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;Nickmcdaniel:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Hello?&amp;quot; I grumbled. In my hungover and barely awake state it probably sounded something more like, &amp;quot;Heggo&amp;quot;, but the other end of the line understood and began speaking.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Is this Mr. Kennedy?&amp;quot; The voice asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Who's askin'?&amp;quot; I returned. I'm not the kind of man who will talk to just anybody, especially after waking up with a hangover...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Mr. Kennedy, my name is Alan Mosby. I'm a researcher at Klondike Industries and I would like a moment of your time, if you do not mind.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;Yeah, sure&amp;quot; I answered. This guy seemed like a real straight shooter. Placing the first cigarette of my day between my lips I asked, &amp;quot;What can I do ya for?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;quot;I have come across some strange findings in my work, and I was wondering if you could assist me in uncovering what is behind them...&amp;quot; He hung his sentence in a cloud of mystery.&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Hang up the phone]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Ask for more information]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Wed, 10 Oct 2012 07:17:10 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Nickmcdaniel</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Take_the_Call</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Take the Call</title>
			<link>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Take_the_Call</link>
			<description>&lt;p&gt;Nickmcdaniel:&amp;#32;Created page with '&amp;quot;Hello?&amp;quot; I grumbled. In my hungover and barely awake state it probably sounded something more like, &amp;quot;Heggo&amp;quot;, but the other end of the line understood and began speaking. &amp;quot;Is this…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Hello?&amp;quot; I grumbled. In my hungover and barely awake state it probably sounded something more like, &amp;quot;Heggo&amp;quot;, but the other end of the line understood and began speaking.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is this Mr. Kennedy?&amp;quot; The voice asked.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Who's askin'?&amp;quot; I returned. I'm not the kind of man who will talk to just anybody, especially after waking up with a hangover...&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Mr. Kennedy, my name is Alan Mosby. I'm a researcher at Klondike Industries and I would like a moment of your time, if you do not mind.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Yeah, sure&amp;quot; I answered. This guy seemed like a real straight shooter. Placing the first cigarette of my day between my lips I asked, &amp;quot;What can I do ya for?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I have come across some strange findings in my work, and I was wondering if you could assist me in uncovering what is behind them...&amp;quot; He hung his sentence in a cloud of mystery.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Hang up the phone]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Ask for more information]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Wed, 10 Oct 2012 07:16:18 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Nickmcdaniel</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Take_the_Call</comments>		</item>
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			<title>Liam Kennedy: Private Eye</title>
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			<description>&lt;p&gt;Nickmcdaniel:&amp;#32;Created page with 'It was dawn. I awoke at my desk for the third straight morning. I hadn't been home because there was nothing there for me. Why bother venturing into my shit hole apartment when I…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;It was dawn. I awoke at my desk for the third straight morning. I hadn't been home because there was nothing there for me. Why bother venturing into my shit hole apartment when I can barely stand to be there. I hold my head in my hands and try to fight the hangover that I knew would only get worse as the day wore on. After a few minutes of sitting in solitary my phone rang. I don't normally take calls before noon - just policy - but something told me that this was a call that I wanted to take... &lt;br /&gt;
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[[Take the Call]],&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Ignore the Call]]&lt;/div&gt;</description>
			<pubDate>Wed, 10 Oct 2012 07:09:59 GMT</pubDate>			<dc:creator>Nickmcdaniel</dc:creator>			<comments>http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Talk:Liam_Kennedy:_Private_Eye</comments>		</item>
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