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		<title>A Human Story: Max, The Man From Phoenix by James Garcia Jr.</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[ “I pulled into my parking stall late that first night and shut off the car. We don’t have a parking lot, just a few spaces in the alley: there’s only eight units in the complex anyway, so we don’t need much. I drive a 98 Mustang convertible; yellow with black lines and when I opened the door, something caught my ear.”
  “Hannah.”
   “It sounded very otherworldly, as if I heard it, but not really. More like I felt it. I thought someone was crying, and then realized that that wasn't it, it was somebody calling. However, when I stopped to listen, it was gone. I stood there in the dark for a while to see if it'd come back, but it didn't. I was tired and hungry, so I probably only gave it a few seconds before I finally turned and headed for my apartment.”
   “I didn't hear it again until the next night. I had just pulled into my spot and cut the motor.”
   “Here, Hannah.”
   “It scared the shit outta' me! I must’ve been daydreaming or something. I even checked the back seat. That's how close it was.”
   “C'mon, Hannah. Come to big sister. Hannah?”
   “So I jumped out of the car to see whether I might be able to catch them this time. I wasn't thinking about ghosts or anything...”
   The spinner of the tale paused a moment, slipping out of character. “I know. I love that, too,” he said, directing the comment to some of those who laughed.]]></description>
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