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	<title>Writing Scraps</title>
	<link>http://www.seanjjordan.com</link>
	<description>by Sean J. Jordan</description>
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		<title>[Journal] Dog Fostering</title>
		<description><![CDATA[On Friday, my wife and I became foster parents.
For a dog.
The story&#8217;s a sad one. Hunter is a 3 year old beagle who was dropped off at a Missouri animal shelter because the family was moving and couldn&#8217;t keep him. He&#8217;s housebroken and seems to be trained to respond to some commands, and the family [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.seanjjordan.com/2010/02/08/journal-dog-fostering/</link>
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		<title>[Journal] The Sort of Story I Want To Tell</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve been reflecting, following the Lost premiere last night, about why some stories are so captivating while others are so forgettable. Lost is just one of a series of stories that have managed to build up an impressive following despite being complex and different. In the 1990s, The X-Files experienced a similar phenomenon. I&#8217;ve also [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.seanjjordan.com/2010/02/04/journal-the-sort-of-story-i-want-to-tell/</link>
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		<title>The Dark Ages</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;But why would they do that?&#8221; Clern asked his tutor in shock.
&#8220;Because they were living in the dark ages of humanity,&#8221; said Mane. &#8220;Some of the people were scientific and embraced reason, but most were simply content to live out their biological urges.&#8221;
Clern looked down at his pet dog, Yoseh, and gave him a pat [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.seanjjordan.com/2010/01/31/the-dark-ages/</link>
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		<title>[Slept Through Thursday] Part 4</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Slept Through Thursday is a serial story. To start with the first chapter, please click here. Click here for more chapters!
&#8220;How far is it?&#8221; I asked, panting for breath as we stopped.
&#8220;Another mile,&#8221; said Molly. &#8220;Geez, you&#8217;re really out of shape.&#8221; Herman nodded in agreement. It was humiliating to be judged by a pig.
&#8220;My major [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.seanjjordan.com/2010/01/30/slept-through-thursday-part-4/</link>
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		<title>Slept Through Thursday (Part 3)</title>
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Slept Through Thursday is a serial story. To start with the first chapter, please click here. Click here for more chapters!
Before I realized what was happening, the pig broke free and ran towards me. I tried to turn around and run, but tripped over the bench behind me. The pain of the trip, along with [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.seanjjordan.com/2010/01/29/slept-through-thursday-part-3-2/</link>
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		<title>Slept Through Thursday (Part 2)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[ 
Slept Through Thursday is a serial story. To start with the first chapter, please click here. Click here for more chapters!
&#8220;Well,&#8221; I said, staring at the computer screen, and quite sarcastically, &#8220;that explains a lot.&#8221;
It wasn&#8217;t the information on the computer screen that was helpful. It was the lack of information. The entire campus [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.seanjjordan.com/2010/01/27/slept-through-thursday-part-2/</link>
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		<title>Slept Through Thursday (Part 1)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Slept Through Thursday is a serial novel. Click here for more chapters!
 I woke up around 4 AM. This really bothered me, because I&#8217;d crawled into bed around 2:30 AM. But I felt well-rested. I wondered if that time I&#8217;d spent napping at work had translated into some sort of sleep efficiency. &#8220;It must have,&#8221; [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.seanjjordan.com/2010/01/26/slept-through-thursday-part-1/</link>
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		<title>Vegetarian</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Come on, Betty,&#8221; said Roger. &#8220;Try some.&#8221;
He held up a fork with a piece of his steak on it, red and dripping with bloody juices. Betty moved her garden salad out of the way and gave him a sharp look.
&#8220;I know what steak tastes like,&#8221; she hissed. &#8220;Don&#8217;t shove it in my face.&#8221;
Roger shrugged and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.seanjjordan.com/2010/01/25/vegetarian/</link>
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		<title>Discrimination</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Hey fatty, hit the gym!&#8221; someone shouted at me as a car blasted by.
I rolled my eyes. Stupid frat boys. They were just dumb enough, and just drunk enough, to find something like that funny.
I&#8217;ve always been fat. Not overweight, but fat. Really fat. Like Garfield in his first year fat. And no matter what [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.seanjjordan.com/2010/01/21/discrimination/</link>
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		<title>Virtually Better</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My phone keeps ringing. Whoever is calling it must really want to get through; they&#8217;ve ignored the instructions on my voicemail several times.
&#8220;Hi, you&#8217;ve reached Jerry,&#8221; it says. &#8220;I don&#8217;t check my voicemail, so don&#8217;t leave a message. Send me a text, shoot me an e-mail, or leave a comment on my blog, and I&#8217;ll [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.seanjjordan.com/2010/01/20/virtually-better/</link>
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