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    <title>Catharine Bramkamp</title>
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      <title>A PNN Broadcast by: bramkamp</title>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2008 20:18:46 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Time is of the Essence</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;From where I was standing, I couldn&#8217;t tell at first that anything had changed. I expected small, adorable woodland creatures to stampede from the forest across my path and hightail it down the dirt road. But I couldn&#8217;t remember if that was an incident I saw on the Discovery Channel or the fire scene in &#8220;Bambi.&#8221; A lone rabbit, thin and mangy, hopped across the deck. Not the stampede of nature one would normally associate with a forest fire. Ash drifted across the sky and settled on the grill cover and quickly laid a layer of soft gray over the surface of the deck. Two borate bombers droned closer. Out of habit I paused and watched the heavy fat planes roar overhead to drop their loads farther up the mountain. I slid the glass door closed to block out the ash, as if I were the homeowner, not a thief breaking and entering. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sure it was here in the house. The only thing falling was ash; the fire was up the mountain at least a mile away. I had a few more minutes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>New Allison Little Adventure</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana, sans-serif&quot; size=&quot;2&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;After a difficult summer, Allison Little, Realtor for New Century Realty decides she needs some time off.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana, sans-serif&quot; size=&quot;2&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as she has in the past, she escapes to Claim Jump, a small town in the Sierra Foothills where her favorite Grandmother lives.&amp;nbsp; But despite the great weather, lazy afternoons at the river and marvelous company of grandma's eccentric friends, Allison cannot relax. Once there, Allison discovers that her&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Grandmother has been accused of embezzling funds from the City. An important escrow is on the verge of collapse because one of the sellers has disappeared, and a new man enters her life who, unlike Ben Stone (Rock Solid Service), actually takes Allison out on dates. Yet, there is something odd about him.&amp;nbsp; Oh, and a huge forest fire threatened the town. Twice.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Verdana, sans-serif&quot; color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like spending the whole night on the roof with a garden hose in one hand and a martini in the other to make a girl re-think her vacation plans.&lt;br /&gt;Allison does not have time for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2008 13:11:28 GMT</pubDate>
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