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Embarrassment over the ridiculous]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/story/@unstitched/fresh-short-story-sibilant-8</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/story/@unstitched/fresh-short-story-sibilant-8</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[unstitched]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 07 Oct 2018 22:25:21 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/5bEGgqZEHBMezk4w6uXn1fct6jfNktgSBs3uNobkzQGP9QTSnM79rjWG8DM2iijqb1mkLrXeUGVLNej7qedNDLpi2uhfjYCW?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fresh Short Story: Sibilant (7)]]></title><description><![CDATA[Sibilant (1)・Sibilant (2)・Sibilant (3)・Sibilant (4)・Sibilant (5)・Sibilant (6) "Why did you do that?" Alan's jaw was tight. Michael put down his headphones. "I'm sorry?" 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His sleep had not suffered--he'd never slept so long and well--but challenging]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/story/@unstitched/fresh-short-story-sibilant-4</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/story/@unstitched/fresh-short-story-sibilant-4</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[unstitched]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jul 2018 23:10:48 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/5bEGgqZEHBMezk4w6uXn1fct6jfNktgSBs3uNobkzQGP9QTSnM79rjWG8DM2iijqb1mkLrXeUGVLNej7qedNDLpi2uhfjYCW?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fresh Short Story: Sibilant (3)]]></title><description><![CDATA[Sibilant (1) ・Sibilant (2) The contemplative reader will have noticed that Michael’s life seemed unusually free of distress. Undeniable. 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