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		<title>19. Proposal of Poultric Proportions</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 10 Jun 2011 18:10:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[“Yes, well,” Greta said, getting up from her flower bed and brushing herself off, “I was just percolating in your garden, Miss Roxenbury, and have come up with a business proposal for you.” “Does it involve the FBI?” “Perhaps, but we&#8217;ll get into that later.” “As a threat?” “As a kick to the marinade.” “Fine [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=supperclubstories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8939893&amp;post=577&amp;subd=supperclubstories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>18. Conscious Once Again</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Apr 2011 21:21:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Arising from her plot of red, white, and blue pompoms, Greta could not shake the feeling of having been buried prematurely. Willing to make the most of the situation and never one to ignore a good landscaping idea, she made a mental note that hydrangeas would be a wonderful thing to plant around a tombstone. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=supperclubstories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8939893&amp;post=543&amp;subd=supperclubstories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>17. A Simpler Existence</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Apr 2011 20:35:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Greta dreamt she was a locally-raised, organic chicken. She lived on a family farm that was quite licensed, thank you very much, a point her subconscious made sure to emphasize after having suppressed the memory of her smuggling in so many illegal turkeys for the past few Thanksgivings. It&#8217;s not that they were cheaper that [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=supperclubstories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8939893&amp;post=535&amp;subd=supperclubstories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>16. Escape</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Apr 2011 22:11:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The door did not open. Much like many of Greta&#8217;s arteries, it was quite blocked. She happily returned to the dormer and tried the window. It slid open as if well floured and buttered. I could not begin to describe the tremendous experience of going out on the rooftop in heels, except to say don&#8217;t try [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=supperclubstories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8939893&amp;post=523&amp;subd=supperclubstories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>15. A Most Unusual Hangover</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Apr 2011 18:47:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Greta came back to consciousness in much the same way she did every morning, except something about this morning was a bit off. She still felt that familiar fuzziness, as though overnight her brain had turned into raw cotton, which for the rest of the day would be spun into thick bolts of cloth and woven by [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=supperclubstories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8939893&amp;post=498&amp;subd=supperclubstories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>14. Intoxicated, But Not Like That</title>
		<link>http://supperclubstories.wordpress.com/2011/03/09/14-intoxicated-but-not-like-that-2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Mar 2011 00:40:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Salvia?&#8221; Greta said, steadying herself on a very tasteful door frame. She tried her hardest to see the rest of the interior decor, but the room was becoming a blur. &#8220;Why yes,&#8221; Miss Roxenbury said, wryly. &#8220;It is all the rage in the blogosphere and works wonders as an air freshener. Don&#8217;t you think?&#8221; &#8220;Oh my,&#8221; Greta [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=supperclubstories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8939893&amp;post=488&amp;subd=supperclubstories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>13. Greta Cannot Resist Real Estate</title>
		<link>http://supperclubstories.wordpress.com/2011/03/02/13-greta-cannot-resist-real-estate/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Mar 2011 20:10:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Miss Roxenbury&#8217;s generous figure was gobbled up by another cloud of incense blowing out of the house, and when it had passed, she had disappeared. Greta thought for a moment that she had experienced the robust woman as a vision of her own future living there, drinking tea and sedatives in the sun amidst all [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=supperclubstories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8939893&amp;post=380&amp;subd=supperclubstories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>12. Socialite at Sea Level</title>
		<link>http://supperclubstories.wordpress.com/2011/02/25/12-socialite-at-sea-level/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Feb 2011 17:59:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Wisps of incense rising off her raw skin, Miss Roxenbury said, “Ah Greta, I knew you would find your way here, eventually.&#8221; Greta pursed her lips. “Really? But I don’t understand. This was the return address. Are you saying that package was intended for me?” “Why, yes, it was. I know your kind. Mail with [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=supperclubstories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8939893&amp;post=334&amp;subd=supperclubstories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>11. An Extraterrestrial Encounter</title>
		<link>http://supperclubstories.wordpress.com/2011/02/17/11-an-extraterrestrial-encounter/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Feb 2011 20:10:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[One side of the alleyway was quite normal, dotted with small houses and doorways and garages. Some of these things were occasionally neon pink or purple, psychedelic if you were to use a technical term, but seeing as Greta was hardly technical in any way, she didn&#8217;t notice, or care. Even the random synaptic firing that [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=supperclubstories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8939893&amp;post=303&amp;subd=supperclubstories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>10. Nature&#8217;s Velcro</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Feb 2011 02:22:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[At last! Almost there! Greta climbed through one last thicket of dead underbrush, forcing her tough, knotted body toward the alleyway that lay beyond. The weeds clung to her clothes, which were woven out of a hemp and cashmere blend that seemed to form a Velcro-like bond with deteriorating plant matter. Under normal circumstances, she would have noticed this natural phenomenon and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=supperclubstories.wordpress.com&amp;blog=8939893&amp;post=217&amp;subd=supperclubstories&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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