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			<title>Summer Night</title>
			<description>I lay stillMy toes curled and my eyes glazedThe heat coming inside from the summer night surrounds mePores tingling with discomfort&amp;nbsp;I sighLungs grow and shrinkStretching the tiny criss crosses of threadThat make up this cotton shirt embracing my ribsThe roaring blur of the fanBlades whipping an..</description>
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			<title>Shattered Glass</title>
			<description>	There was a loud knock on the door. Callie froze.&amp;nbsp;	&amp;ldquo;Hello? Anyone in there? Daryl! Open up!&amp;rdquo; The muffled voice of Ginny could be heard outside the lab door. Callie hurried into the back room.	&amp;ldquo;Daryl, your wife is here...&amp;rdquo; she said worriedly. &amp;ldquo;Wha..</description>
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			<title>Blue Duffle Bag</title>
			<description>Courtney&amp;rsquo;s old subaru stuttered and stalled as she sat at the red light. The large blue duffle bag sat ominously on the leather seat beside her. She couldn&amp;rsquo;t look at it.	God, Luci. Why did you get yourself into trouble? Courtney&amp;rsquo;s mind was racing. Ridiculous. This i..</description>
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