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		<title>Desolation by Patrick O&#8217;Neil</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; &#34;Hi, welcome to Taco Bell. Hope you&#39;re having a nice day,&#34; said the girl standing behind the counter. Her monotone voice so void of emotion it could have been computerized. &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; &#34;Define nice,&#34; I answered, and looked around at all the colored plastic and brushed aluminum and wondered why this was what fast food corporations thought a restaurant should look like. &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; &#34;That your world is wonderful and you&#39;re happy to be alive,&#34; she said with no enthusiasm as she stared at her pale pink lacquered fingernails. Obviously this part of the conversation wasn&#39;t the official Taco Bell greeting she was required to say. &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; &#34;Can we just forego that statement?&#34; I asked, and stared at the menu above her head. &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; An audible sigh escaped her lips as she ran her hand back and forth over the face of the computerized cash register. She looked to be about nineteen, but the sadness in her eyes said her age didn&#39;t matter. Trapped in this shithole highway truck stop working a stale-ass job, her future worse than bleak, she now had to deal with someone who wasn&#39;t going along with his part of the script. &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; I never eat at [...]]]></description>
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		<title>FAMILY OWNED by R. Neal Bonser</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was right in the middle of a late-night rush in the deli when Jeffers, one of our regulars, came slamming in like a lion late for a feeding. Most of our regulars are a pain to be sure, but Jeffers is in his own category. He&#8217;s hairy all over with this crazy-looking, giant beard and long, black, wiry hair. He looks like Sasquatch&#8217;s bastard son, except the mother must have been a midget because he stands no taller than five and a half feet. Customers turned and stared wide-eyed. The problem was that Jeffers had called in his order a half hour before, but I hadn&#8217;t made it yet because of an argument I&#8217;d had with my dad. I knew Jeffers would jump down my throat as soon as he realized his grinder wasn&#8217;t ready. So I started frenziedly stacking a club for the guy at the head of the line. &#8220;I want oil and vinegar dripping down my elbows,&#8221; Jeffers was saying. I didn&#8217;t know who the hell he was talking to because he was standing in line behind the club sandwich guy and some poor woman who was so scared she looked like she might stroke out. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>TAGORE&#8217;S KISS by Shome Dasgupta</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The echoes in Kolkata’s Albert Hall Cafe were vibrant and gloomy. As I sat at a table and read Tagore’s &#8220;The Living and the Dead,&#8221; the indiscreet murmur of the room settled into my head rather than Tagore’s words. I folded the top corner of the leaf and closed the book. I looked around the cafe, which seemed more like a great banquet hall, and observed the other people. They laughed, talked, coolly smoked cigarettes, and sipped coffee. The baristas wore black collared shirts with white aprons and stumbled their way through the aisles to appease their customers. Some consumers studied their textbooks, while others pretended to study and glanced around the room trying to make eye contact with their opposite sexes. The second level of the cafe was full as well. People leaned over the railing and looked down at us on the first floor just as we peered up at them. Nothing too scenic, but I realized that whenever there was a second floor to any building, I always wanted to be up there, especially if there was a railing so I could look over at the people downstairs. I took my book and cup of tea and [...]]]></description>
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