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	<title>Incompleat Iconoclast &#187; waiting</title>
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		<title>Exercise #13: Waiting for Morning</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 05:39:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Edward F. Gumnick</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[50/50 Fall 2008]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>It was nothing. I told you it was nothing, and I wish that you had believed me, but you suspected it was something. And so, even though it was nothing, when it turned into what looked like something, there you were to catch me in the act, so there was no denying that it did, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It was nothing. I told you it was nothing, and I wish that you had believed me, but you suspected it was something. And so, even though it was nothing, when it turned into what looked like something, there you were to catch me in the act, so there was no denying that it did, indeed, look like something. But even then, it was still nothing. Well, nothing to me. Obviously, something to you. And you were ready to confront me, and then you looked at me and you thought it was something, but it was still nothing, but there was nothing I could have said to persuade you of that, and so with a blank stare, you stormed off into the darkness. And then I heard you drive away, and I thought, “There will be hell to pay in the morning.”<br />
<hr /><i><b>Note:</b> The assignment was to write about “waiting for morning to arrive.”</i></p>
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