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	<title>Rainy City Stories</title>
	
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		<title>On The Count of Three</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Emma J Lannie 
Location: Sunbury Drive, Newton Heath
The newts are good at acrobatics. If you hold them in your hand, their tails cling round your finger and they dangle themselves all circus-like. We are in the shed. I am not allowed to play in the house. My dad doesn’t like having other people around. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Oasis</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 23:05:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Neil Campbell
Location: Ashton Old Road and Audenshaw
I&#8217;d swept the walkway clear of fag dimps and gray sands of ash but dust was left in shapes of the brush.
&#8216;I thought I&#8217;d told you to sweep up?&#8217; said Alan, the foreman. &#8216;Do it again and show some heart.&#8217;
I pushed the shopping trolley with the bin stuck [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Narcissus. The Double Daffodil</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2008 21:36:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Anne Beswick 
Location: Ripon Street, Moss Side
They gave us the bulbs free at school. With the soil and a bowl as well. All free, for nothing. ‘Are you sure?’ said Mammy, obviously worried about what it might cost if I’d got it wrong - but it was alright because I could say that the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Memory Lane, Withington</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2008 21:21:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Trevor Barnett
Location: Withington
Once upon a town there were just wythes here.
Local men would come to chop them down and up,
then picnic in the ancient shade of stray oaks,
and head home, a cartload of sticks and the sun behind them.
Next came the stir of roads and railways;
the four-in-hands still racing through like storms,
stopping awhile to [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Athenaeum</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 00:33:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Richard Barrett
Location: The Athenaeum, 1 York Street
I couldn’t take your call
because my phone had died
Were in the Ath that night
until about 10-ish.
We moved from the back to
a table near the door
Expecting you to appear
but you didn’t come in.
The next day at work
explaining what happened
looking me in the eye
you’d been in the pub too
so you [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Doors of Tunis</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 00:29:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Ailsa Cox
Location: Oxford Road
I don’t know where the hell we’re going.  I was meant to give directions. Nick’s car blunders through the back streets in the hinterland between Rusholme and Fallowfield, one blind corner rounding into another. I’ll be late for my class. Late and screwed up. Screwed up and late.
Silence between us. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I boycott American Apparel</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 00:16:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Jenn Ashworth
Bus stop outside Piccadilly Train Station
12.35am.
9 bottles of Carlsberg
1 pint Heineken
1 Vodka and Red Bull
1 SFC dinner
6 codeine
0 fags
£8.10 train fare
£5.00 taxi
I don’t even live here, and I don’t want to live here either. But not living here means getting the train in, and, after midnight, the bus home. There’s a cloud of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Chinatown</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 28 Oct 2008 00:10:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Socrates Adams-Florou
I live in Chinatown.
Every Sunday there is a wedding and loads of fireworks go off on the pavement opposite my house. Every time I think that we are under attack by terrorists.
The lights in Chinatown are bright and of a number of different lurid colours. They make it look dangerous and seedy. Chinatown [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Thin Air</title>
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		<comments>http://www.rainycitystories.com/2008/10/20/thin-air#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2008 19:48:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Elinor Taylor 
Location: Jersey Street and towpaths, Ancoats
Water cuts my city in long, slow curves. Here I am again, walking the towpaths behind tall buildings, leaning on the rotting lock, searching my body for pains – bitten nails, shot nerves.
From the palette of the landscape I create you: flesh tones from the factory brickwork, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Rusholme Ruffians</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2008 19:27:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Matthew David Scott 
Location: Rusholme
Wilmslow Road bleeds neon into the night. The Curry Mile pinks, blues and yellows are caught in black puddles, quivering between onion skins and thick cabbage leaves. On the other side of the road, two boys share a spliff in the unlit doorway of a closed jewellery store. The shorter [...]]]></description>
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