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<tagline mode="escaped" type="text/html">A Day in the Imagination of the Duchess</tagline>
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<issued>2004-08-17T16:47:00-04:00</issued>
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<created>2006-04-18T03:57:25Z</created>
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<title mode="escaped" type="text/html">Therapy or Torture?</title>
<summary mode="escaped" type="text/plain" xml:base="http://www.therealmonline.org/fictionblog/">Duo still was deciding.  On Sally's recommendation now that Duo's healing had seemed to have stopped just short of where they wanted him to be, he'd started going to physical therapy.

Jess had done it a few times.  She had told him what to expect and what she had been doing for her knees, and Duo wasn't happy about things as he walked into the office.

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<name>The Duchess</name>
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<issued>2004-08-03T19:05:00-04:00</issued>
<modified>2006-04-18T03:43:24Z</modified>
<created>2006-04-15T08:21:44Z</created>
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<title mode="escaped" type="text/html">Breaking Up Is Hard to Do</title>
<summary mode="escaped" type="text/plain" xml:base="http://www.therealmonline.org/fictionblog/">"I should kick that guy's ass..."

"I'd like to see you try without getting hurt."

Duo glared at Minako for a second and then sighed.  She had a point.  His balance was still off thanks to the stupid ankle injury...  He clenched his fists.

"It's been how long, though?" he asked.  "And he never called her back after that day."

"I don't know," Mina said, shaking her head.  "But it does really</summary>
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<name>The Duchess</name>
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<issued>2004-06-22T16:29:00-04:00</issued>
<modified>2006-04-09T22:45:36Z</modified>
<created>2006-04-09T22:45:36Z</created>
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<title mode="escaped" type="text/html">Mall Adventures, Part II</title>
<summary mode="escaped" type="text/plain" xml:base="http://www.therealmonline.org/fictionblog/">After settling down, the group was talkative right away.  Looking over the menu, Jess tapped a fork on her water glass.

"Okay... because things have been crazy around here for me... I think we owe some people a birthday."  She grinned, looking at Sage, Mia, and Duo.

"That's alright..." Sage said quietly, looking mildly embarassed.  Mia giggled.

"We go through this every year, Sage," she said. </summary>
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<name>The Duchess</name>
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<issued>2004-06-22T14:11:00-04:00</issued>
<modified>2006-04-09T22:28:54Z</modified>
<created>2006-04-09T22:28:24Z</created>
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<summary mode="escaped" type="text/plain" xml:base="http://www.therealmonline.org/fictionblog/">The mall was crowded.  It was odd for a weekday, but... for late June, it was normal.  Jess was between sessions, as well as off from work, and they were bored... so the group had gone to the mall.  After a while, they had split up to go to whatever stores they wanted, deciding that they'd all get back together later at Friday's for dinner.

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<name>The Duchess</name>
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<issued>2004-06-11T16:32:00-04:00</issued>
<modified>2006-04-09T21:07:39Z</modified>
<created>2006-04-09T21:07:07Z</created>
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<summary mode="escaped" type="text/plain" xml:base="http://www.therealmonline.org/fictionblog/">"How's your leg?"

"Sore..."

Mia glanced up from her magazine.  Duo looked uncomfortable.  The switch from two crutches to one hadn't gone exactly well, and, while he was putting weight on the injured leg, he'd been mostly going back and forth between using both crutches and just one.

"You want ice?" she asked him.  He sighed and shook his head.

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<issued>2004-05-28T11:52:00-04:00</issued>
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<created>2005-06-10T16:15:13Z</created>
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<summary mode="escaped" type="text/plain" xml:base="http://www.therealmonline.org/fictionblog/">They'd had time to rest, now.  Thankfully...  Duo was especially happy he hadn't had to go back to Sally just yet.  Mia was, too.  She didn't want to hear him keep whining.  However, he had to go this morning.

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<name>The Duchess</name>
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<issued>2004-05-26T19:22:49-04:00</issued>
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<created>2004-12-28T21:41:49Z</created>
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<summary mode="escaped" type="text/plain" xml:base="http://www.therealmonline.org/fictionblog/">"I can't believe it," Jess said.  She was standing at the check-in counter, watching Marta repack her bags.  One bag had come in over the limit for 'free shipping', so to speak.  She was going to have to pay extra per pound.  So, since the other was several pounds under, Jess was now watching her friend repack her bags so they evened out under the weight limit.  "I told you there was too much,"</summary>
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<issued>2004-05-25T22:52:58-04:00</issued>
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<summary mode="escaped" type="text/plain" xml:base="http://www.therealmonline.org/fictionblog/">Everyone had met up at the finals.  Jess kept going back and forth to get the free ice cream Healthy Choice had out for the students.&#13;
&#13;
"It's my dinner," she said when someone asked.&#13;
&#13;
Naturally, the final four schools were phenomenal.  The automated presentations that were perfectly timed with the speaking members of the teams were filled with multimedia videos, music, and soundbites from the</summary>
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<issued>2004-05-25T19:10:31-04:00</issued>
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<created>2004-12-28T21:20:38Z</created>
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<summary mode="escaped" type="text/plain" xml:base="http://www.therealmonline.org/fictionblog/">Jess looked around as they came up the escalator for the fourth time that weekend.&#13;
&#13;
"This is huge," she said, noticing all the companies there. "There's gotta be something here for me..."&#13;
&#13;
"I hope so, too," Marta said. They started in, Marta stopping right away at one of the first tables. Jess wandered slowly, taking in the feeling of the place first. They weren't the only ones there, either.</summary>
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<name>The Duchess</name>
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<issued>2004-05-25T15:44:32-04:00</issued>
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<summary mode="escaped" type="text/plain" xml:base="http://www.therealmonline.org/fictionblog/">One of the biggest attractions at a SIFE competition is the job fair.  Jess was thrilled with the idea hitting it and seeing what was available.  After they got back from the Crown, Jess changed into her suit, grabbed a few resumes, and headed for the fair in the Convention Center.&#13;
&#13;
"What time did she say they'd be back?" Mia asked.&#13;
&#13;
"She wasn't sure," Duo said, flipping channels on the TV. </summary>
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<name>The Duchess</name>
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<issued>2004-05-25T13:19:25-04:00</issued>
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<summary mode="escaped" type="text/plain" xml:base="http://www.therealmonline.org/fictionblog/">Morning came.  Jess had finally slept through the night.  No one came banging through the hotel to wake people up, and that was somewhat reassuring to her.  A small group got together to walk over to the Crown Center that morning, meeting up in the lobby downstairs.&#13;
&#13;
The walk was longer than they thought, which illicited a few complaints from Marta and Kathie, but they made it well enough.  Jess</summary>
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