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		<title>Excerpt from Arson &#8211; A Novel</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ansie Ehrke]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2025 07:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Twenty-three years had passed since DJ&#8217;s late father, Don Sr., had donned his uniform, and now it was his turn. He was a proud member of Engine 4, working alongside a dedicated team of firefighters. The city of Newark was still bustling with life and stories, but the faces and the challenges had evolved. As [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>The Thread</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ansie Ehrke]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2020 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>“Amelia, get outta my way!” William slurred with a half-empty bottle of rum in his hand. He pushed Amelia against the wall of their tiny kitchen and stared at her; his alcohol-drenched breath making the tendrils of hair that escaped her ponytail move around her face as if they too, were bracing themselves for what [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>The Wristwatch</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ansie Ehrke]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Nov 2020 06:00:05 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Gladys walks slowly across the road, carefully avoiding the puddles of rain along the way. The weather is just as grey as her mood. Her heart is heavy with too many burdens. She can barely feed her child and husband. They are behind on rent and Claudia, her daughter, needs new shoes. Choking back tears, [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Nurse Angela</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ansie Ehrke]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2020 21:27:21 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Being a nurse in Martha’s Vineyard, Massachusetts was easy. Being a nurse with borderline personality disorder was not that easy. For Angela, life at the hospital was filled with emotions and sights that made her insides twitch. To cope with these strange sensations she could not quite comprehend herself, she made a habit of silently [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>Mad Man Max</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ansie Ehrke]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2020 19:22:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Max was just a 35-year-old, single man. There was nothing spectacular about him. He had an ordinary job in an ordinary town. He was very content at his stage of life. That was until the man in the black coat started following him. The office was in its usual Friday afternoon buzz. The weekend was [&#8230;]</p>
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