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		<title>My Office Keys</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 10:45:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Andrea</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ A going away print for James Finlayson, a colleague of mine at the Waikato Institute of Technology in the School of Media Arts whose departure proceeded mine by only two months. Thus I thought it fitting that I might share with him a melancholy story about handing in a set of keys.
My office keys.
These [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Joy</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 18 May 2006 13:29:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Andrea</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ I first looked under my bed, in the corner of my wardrobe, beneath the hastily folded shirts and piles of paper on my desk, in the drawer always kept closed, in the paper recycle box and dirty clothes bin; with urgency. I especially looked on the ribboned week of my datebook and then thought [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Missed the Boat</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 27 Apr 2006 16:55:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Andrea</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ A Fictional Story of the Same Name
as printed in A Ramp Magazine Issue#4, 2006

It could have taken place at the all-day, every-day pancake house on the main drag downtown, packed with sprawling young families and awkward, Sunday, morning-after couples. And just as likely as that, it could have started the night before, between novel [...]]]></description>
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