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		<title>"Maybe it leads to a long
tunnel that goes way...</title>
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		<pubDate>2010-08-08T10:06:41Z</pubDate>
		<description>&quot;Maybe it leads to a long&lt;br /&gt;tunnel that goes way out beyond Ember, and then&lt;br /&gt;gradually up and up until it comes out at the other&lt;br /&gt;city&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What other city?&quot; Doon glanced up at the drawings&lt;br /&gt;tacked to the walls of Lina&#039;s room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;174&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Doon shruggedOr it could be&lt;br /&gt;another city exactly like this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a gloomy thoughtBoth of them felt&lt;br /&gt;their spirits sink a little at the ideaSo they turned back&lt;br /&gt;to the task of deciphering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Next line,&quot; said Lina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Doon sat back on his heels againHe stared&lt;br /&gt;into the air, half smiling&quot;I have an idea,&quot; he said&quot;If&lt;br /&gt;we do find the way out, we&#039;ll need to announce it to&lt;br /&gt;everyoneWouldn&#039;t it be splendid to do it during the&lt;br /&gt;Singing? Stand up there in front of the whole city and&lt;br /&gt;say we&#039;ve found it?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;It would be,&quot; Lina said&quot;But that&#039;s only two days&lt;br /&gt;away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were bending again over the glued-down&lt;br /&gt;fragments when Doon remembered that he should&lt;br /&gt;check the timeIt was a quarter to nineHe barely had&lt;br /&gt;time to get &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.culuxury.com/category_6_Fendi_1.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;fendi spy zucca bag&lt;/a&gt;  home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Game again tomorrow,&quot; said Lina&quot;And while&lt;br /&gt;you&#039;re at work, look for the rock marked with E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, Doon had trouble sleepingHe couldn&#039;t&lt;br /&gt;find a comfortable position on his bedIt seemed to be&lt;br /&gt;made up of nothing but lumps and wrinkles, and it&lt;br /&gt;squeaked and groaned every time he movedHe flailed&lt;br /&gt;around so much that the noise woke his father, who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;175&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;came to his room and asked, &quot;What is it, son? Nightmares?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No,&quot;&lt;br /&gt;said Doon&quot;Just can&#039;t sleep&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Are you worrying? Frightened of anything?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Doon wanted to say, Yes, FatherI&#039;m worried&lt;br /&gt;because the mayor of our city is taking for himself the&lt;br /&gt;things that people need, and I&#039;m afraid because any&lt;br /&gt;day our lights could go out foreverI&#039;m worried and&lt;br /&gt;afraid a lot of the time, but I&#039;m also excited because I&lt;br /&gt;think there is a way out, and we might find it--and all&lt;br /&gt;those feelings are whirling around in my head, which&lt;br /&gt;makes it hard to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could have told his father &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.culuxury.com/scategory_2_Chanel.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;classic chanel quilted bag&lt;/a&gt;  everythingHis&lt;br /&gt;father would have plunged in with great enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;He would have helped them decipher the Instructions&lt;br /&gt;and expose the mayor&#039;s thievery; he would even&lt;br /&gt;have come down into the Pipeworks and helped search&lt;br /&gt;for the rock marked with EBut Doon wanted to&lt;br /&gt;keep these things to himself for nowTomorrow, the&lt;br /&gt;guards would announce that an alert young boy had&lt;br /&gt;uncovered the mayor&#039;s crime, and his father, hearing&lt;br /&gt;the announcements along with the rest of Ember,&lt;br /&gt;would turn to the person next to him and say, &quot;That&#039;s&lt;br /&gt;my son they&#039;re talking about! My sonV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in answer to his father&#039;s question, he simply&lt;br /&gt;said, &quot;No, Father, I&#039;m all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, then, see if you can&#039;t lie still,&quot; said his father&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Good night, son,&quot; he added, and closed the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;176&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Doon smoothed out his covers and pulled them up to&lt;br /&gt;his chinBut still he couldn&#039;t sleep&lt;br /&gt;So he tried a method that had often worked for&lt;br /&gt;him beforeHe would choose a place he knew well-- the school, for &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.naluxury.com/categorys_29_My-Choice-Ladies_1.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;omega ladies watch&lt;/a&gt;  instance--and imagine himself walking&lt;br /&gt;through it, picturing it as he went in minute detail&lt;br /&gt;Often his thoughts would wander, but he would always&lt;br /&gt;bring them back to the imaginary journey, and something&lt;br /&gt;about doing this would often make him sleepy&lt;br /&gt;This night he decided to retrace his explorations of the&lt;br /&gt;PipeworksHe held his mind to the task for a long&lt;br /&gt;time, picturing, with all the clarity he could muster,&lt;br /&gt;everything he had seen in that underground realm-- the long stairway, the tunnels, the door, the path along&lt;br /&gt;the river, the rocks along the pathHe felt sleep&lt;br /&gt;drawing closer, a heaviness in his limbs, but just as he&lt;br /&gt;was about to give in to it, he saw in his mind&#039;s eye the&lt;br /&gt;wrinkled rocks that bordered the river at the west&lt;br /&gt;end of the Pipeworks, the rocks whose strange ridges&lt;br /&gt;and creases had reminded him of writingHis eyes&lt;br /&gt;flew open in the dark, his heart began to hammer, and&lt;br /&gt;he gave up on sleeping and lay in a state of terrible&lt;br /&gt;impatience for &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ooluxury.com/scategory_2_Chanel.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;black and white chanel&lt;/a&gt;  the rest of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;177&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;CHAPTER 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Way Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was Song Rehearsal DayEveryone was&lt;br /&gt;let off from work at twelve o&#039;clock to practice for&lt;br /&gt;the SingingIt was a slow morning for messagesLina&lt;br /&gt;had a lot of time to sit at her station in Gam Square&lt;br /&gt;and thinkShe put her elbows on her knees, rested her&lt;br /&gt;chin in her hands, and stared down at the pavement in&lt;br /&gt;front of the bench, which was worn smooth by the&lt;br /&gt;many feet that had passed thereShe thought about the&lt;br /&gt;mayor, down in his room full of plunder, gorging on&lt;br /&gt;peaches and asparagus and wrapping his huge body in&lt;br /&gt;elegant new clothesShe thought of his great stack of&lt;br /&gt;light bulbs and shook her head in bewildermentWhat&lt;br /&gt;was he thinking? If he still had light bulbs when everyone&lt;br /&gt;else in Ember had run out, would he enjoy sitting&lt;br /&gt;in his lit room while the rest of the city drowned in&lt;br /&gt;darkness? And when the power finally ran out for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;178&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;good, all his light bulbs would be &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ooluxury.com/scategory_28_Omega-Watches.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;omega 18k watch&lt;/a&gt;  useles</description>
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		<title>Hello, my account friends</title>
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		<pubDate>2010-08-04T21:21:11Z</pubDate>
		<description>Welcome to my first blog</description>
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		<title>25.AMC.LyonsPride</title>
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		<pubDate>2010-07-19T09:15:55Z</pubDate>
		<description>By “hateful,” what Jane meant was this: There were moments when she hated practically everything. She hated how she looked and how she felt. She hated women whose breasts didn’t ache and women who still fit into their clothes. She hated how oily her skin became and hated the pimples that appeared for the first time since adolescence. But it was the lack of sleep that raised her ire most of all, and consequently, nothing irritated her more than hearing stories of other mothers whose infants slept through the night within weeks of leaving the hospital. In fact, she hated everyone who had the opportunity to sleep more than three hours at a stretch, and there were times, it seemed, that she even hated me for my role in all this. After all, I couldn’t breast-feed, and because of my long hours at the law firm, I had no choice but to sleep in the guest room occasionally so I could function at the office the next day. Though I’m certain that she understood this intellectually, it often didn’t seem that way.  “Good morning,” I might say when I saw her staggering into the kitchen. “How did the baby sleep?”&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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		<title>Welcome</title>
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		<pubDate>2010-07-19T09:13:13Z</pubDate>
		<description>Congratulations, your blog is created !&lt;br /&gt;To access the different options of your Blog, click on « Connection » : Connect yourself with the username : Admin and your password (the one you chose at the blog creation).&lt;br /&gt;Once you&#039;re connected, a toolbar will be placed automatically at the top of the page, managing you to access the administration panel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This text is an example of an article, you can delete it as soon as you wish)</description>
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