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  <title>Impulse!</title>
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    <title>Waiter on Duty</title>
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    <content type="html">'Your waiter for this evening is:Bart! And his drink specialty is: Nothing! All the Nothing you can drink, half off.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so a bright and happy Bart, ready to serve.</content>
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    <title>Voice Post</title>
    <published>2005-12-04T07:44:02Z</published>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:impulsivekid:2333</id>
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    <title>impulsivekid @ 2005-11-30T10:28:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-30T16:36:16Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/9517006.html"&gt;Okay, he didn't expect that.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now Bart was sitting and pondering such things as whether or not Cassie really had turned into a boy, since Kon had suspiciously never confirmed or denied that, how it had an effect on Kon and Robin doing things he's reasonably sure Preston said only happened in places like California and not good and proper places like Alabama, and whether or not he'd remembered to feed his dog Dox that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided to focus on the kibble. Maybe Dox would like it more if he mixed it with ice cream...</content>
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    <title>impulsivekid @ 2005-04-16T16:12:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-16T21:13:08Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Barts in his tower room, just relaxing on his bed.</content>
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    <title>impulsivekid @ 2005-04-02T22:28:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-03T03:29:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-03T03:42:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Bart is pacing nervously, waiting. He's not in costume, as he's waiting outside Wallys living space, like a normal kid waiting for his uncle.</content>
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    <title>impulsivekid @ 2005-03-21T18:05:00</title>
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    <content type="html">Bart is back in bar. He's lookign slightly bewildered, something was weird about that transit. Deja vu, huh? First thing he does is zips away, then to an empty table, a book now in his hands. Ahhh, his spoilers. Lessee what i missed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bart, do not talk about the future with ANYONE. Avoid Snow White. Violet is upset with us, not our fault, it was all Kon. Wallys daughter is in the bar, she might not be what she seems."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bart shakes his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Weird stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is a chocolate shake in front of him, as he looks around for someone to speak with.</content>
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    <title>impulsivekid @ 2005-02-28T20:12:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-01T01:13:18Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Bart is not running. Bart is flying. Kind of. He's up on his ramp, doing tricks.</content>
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    <title>impulsivekid @ 2005-02-17T00:02:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-17T05:05:28Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-17T05:05:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">And Barts runs through a wall, over a hill and ends up standing in a swamp. He looks down in disgust, then is off running again, the outside world a blur as Violet is protected by his own natural shielding. He finally ends up stopping ona  beach this time. You can see the Golden Gate bridge to the left, and island with a prison to the right....and the T shaped Tower, right in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It worked!"</content>
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