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		<title>Girl, Unfinished</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Craig Peterson wades into the koi pond at the Japanese Gardens and fills his pockets with coins. He gets us all thrown out, but has enough change to buy slurpees at the 7-11. I&#8217;m thinking this as I follow her over the fence. December, twilight, the garden blue, the fish circling lazily in the pond. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.jillmalone.com/girl-unfinished</link>
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		<title>The Girl, Part 2</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I convinced her to meet me for lunch before she met me for dinner because she seemed so nervous &#8212; kept vowing to puke. And because I was worried our chemistry wouldn&#8217;t hold up in person. We&#8217;d only written. Tens of thousands of words over a week and a half, but no actual physical contact. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Girl, Part 1</title>
		<description><![CDATA[She said we were too much to be an affair, and too little to be girlfriends, so she called me her whatever. I was in love with her. It went on like that for ages. She&#8217;d come to town for Violent Femmes, and we&#8217;d do our whatever thing. In Ireland, we had sex in a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.jillmalone.com/the-girl-part-1</link>
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		<title>In real time</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I have one rule about my blog: Never post when you&#8217;re angry. That&#8217;s it. Everything else is a guideline. I rarely name names. It&#8217;s possible, in all likelihood, to sort out who&#8217;s who, but you&#8217;d have to keep a chart. And even then, there are usually not enough details to be certain.
I&#8217;m unscrupulous about stories. [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.jillmalone.com/in-real-time</link>
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		<title>Skin</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I don&#8217;t get cutting. I mean, I&#8217;ve never had the urge to do it. Or starve myself. Or induce vomiting. My punishment has always come in the form of exercise &#8212; track and cross country being the most notably evil. And bondage. I&#8217;m reluctant to trace masochism back to my preschool self, but I can. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The old we stuffed a kid in a box story</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The attorneys took us out to lunch today. They are, to use my mother&#8217;s favorite descriptor, characters. Today, maybe because one had just been to his 40th high school reunion, or perhaps because public school begins tomorrow, they were reminiscing about the nuns. (Actually, I&#8217;m fairly sure it started with a Wal-Mart comment. One of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.jillmalone.com/the-old-we-stuffed-a-kid-in-a-box-story</link>
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		<title>Hedonists</title>
		<description><![CDATA[She comes home every day and asks what I&#8217;d like for dinner. In reflection, I see the question as the perfect metaphor for power. She is willing to prepare me whatever I ask for. If I mention something in passing, lasagna, or chicken pot pie, or scones, she&#8217;ll make it. She works longer, more stressful [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.jillmalone.com/hedonists</link>
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		<title>War Torn</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I went through a Holocaust period in adolescence. I read plays on the Holocaust, survivors&#8217; accounts, novels, historical treatises, anything I could find. And ultimately, in eighth grade, I wrote a short story about a reluctant soldier who is assigned to a concentration camp, and his conflicted descent into brutality. My teacher entered the story [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.jillmalone.com/war-torn</link>
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		<title>Who hasn&#8217;t left an exoskeleton?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[No one remembers the girl who made improbable
speeches. She&#8217;s like those locust shells
she used to find on trees in Missouri. A relic
to rival the Sex Pistols.
In August, the scars hurt a bit more. School kids.
The cycle relentless. I meant to achieve something
definitive. Wall hangings. An entire bookshelf of my canon.
I&#8217;m probably kidding.
What is the ego [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.jillmalone.com/who-hasnt-left-an-exoskeleton</link>
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		<title>Purify</title>
		<description><![CDATA[When I was a sophomore in high school, I watched Gone with the Wind three times in a row, and cried myself stupid. The first time I heard The Cure&#8217;s Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me, the summer after 7th grade, it was all I listened to. Back in the days when you had to [...]]]></description>
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