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			<title>thisisall1word on "50 Slades of Grey"</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 19 Jul 2012 00:11:50 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description>&#60;p&#62;Patricia entered the hotel lobby, escaping from the medium sized rain that had fallen the sky like her tears had fallen onto the pillow of her unshared bed the last 3 years, e.g. lots.&#60;br /&#62;
She had meant to be meeting her successful friend Amy who had organised the launch for a new gallery show, some local artist or something, who cares what it would have been about, there would have been wine, fancy sandwiches and maybe a few illegible men. She can't face turning up late, soaked from the unfeeling rain, unfeeling like Adam had been those years ago. Bastard.&#60;br /&#62;
Suddenly she noticed a figure watching her from the far end of the lobby, half in the shadows, half not in the shadows. Intrigued by his massive sideburns and tall platform heels she ventured a short conversation. &#34;Do you always just stand there watching as a lady dries herself?&#34; Was that too bold an opening? Well to hell with it! If she was going to snare a man she would need to be bold.&#60;br /&#62;
&#34;Yoilrite there then?&#34; Came the response. She noted the strong local Birmingham accent, the tone of cheeriness, this man was no danger, he was... intriguing. And Patricia was intrigued. &#34;Oh it's only that I've been caught in a bit of a downpour. Would you have a towel to hand?&#34;&#60;br /&#62;
&#34;Gerraway, it raining again? Bein a bit parky of late an all... well oil git up to me room and grab yow a towel.&#34; He paused, just long enough to eat a handful of prawn cocktail flavoured skips, &#34;Yow can come up too if yow like.&#34;&#60;br /&#62;
Suddenly the evening looked like it could get much more interesting... &#34;Up to your room, heavens, but I, well, I don't even know your name&#34; Patricia panted. &#34;Ow sorri there love, me names Noddy, Noddy Holder. Maybe you've heard of me?&#34;... &#34;Well, I have now.&#34;&#60;br /&#62;
Then they went upstairs and did it.
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