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		<title>The Empress of Del Mar</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 02:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Peering through the camera, Scott whirled his zoom lens, sneaking by the cactus until his client, the Empress of Del Mar, came into focus.  Her highness didn’t look up, but continued studying the script, neatly printed on three-by-five cards.  A short hike behind her, down a winding path, shadows from the salmon colored cliffs pierced [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Dragging</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[An empty canoe bobbed gently in the muddy current.  Someone tied it to the bridge.  Fire fighters and other volunteers scrambled frantically along each riverbank searching for its last occupant . . . Todd Bierman.  No one saw him fall in.  The overturned canoe and a bright orange life jacket were found floating nearby. His [...]]]></description>
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