I don't like short stories.  I never have.  Even before I understood what a short story  is (was?), I didn't like them.  Those stupid short stories we had to read in elementary school were awful.  That's one reason I don't want to teach older kids.  I don't want to force anyone to read short stories.  SInce circa 1987, I have preferred "the novel."  I realized the greatness of the novel from a gal named Carolyn Keene.  I actually remembered her name!  I looked it up to verify, but I even got the spelling right.
Back to the point, Carolyn Keene is the author of the original Nancy Drew series.  I learned that I like chapters, and I really like chapters with titles so I can guess what is coming in the story.  Ah, foreshadowing.  Anyhoo, I am currently reading a collection of short stories (the title is in my sidebar with the rest of my recent readings) and I hate it.  I like the author.  I like the genre.  I even like the characters, but I HATE the book.  
Why do I detest short stories so much?  Basically, I don't like being drawn in to a story, learn characters, and become interested in their lives just to be dumped a few pages later.  I need more.  I need MORE.  I will finish this book, with a sneer on my face, because my other problem is that once I start a book, I will punish myself to finish it.  Recent example, Lost by Gregory Maguire.  Gosh, it was awful.  But I finished it.  Don't read it.  Awful.  
End rant.
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Good luck with that short story business!
I like Edgar Allen Poe stories.
I like the new meez.
I don't know what you mean "I can't get the first off."
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