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			<title>Pile of Ashes</title>
			<description>Not exactly the most plausible alibi, but an alibi none the less. </description>
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			<title>Red-Soled Heels</title>
			<description>An uptown Misses falls hard for a Mafia boss; his corrupt life may taint her innocence, but how far does their love for one another go?</description>
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			<title>Your Knife</title>
			<description>I can't say that I've suffered personally from deliberately cutting myself for an emotional release, but I understand the underlying emotion. It is here that I try to express the pain  of words.</description>
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			<title>Brutal Honesty</title>
			<description>I was stuck in a metaphorical - perhaps literal way of thinking for a moment.</description>
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			<title>A Callow Man</title>
			<description>Since when was being honest a bad thing? When it hurts the one you love...</description>
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			<title>Monsieur</title>
			<description>It was tactfully executed, but far fromperfect - from what I want.With a flick of my wrist, I sent the interior designer steaminginto the next room. Her delicate fingers gripped the handle of the grandmahogany door and her painted eyebrows arched.&amp;ldquo;Vite,&amp;nbsp;mon cher,&amp;rdquo; she ..</description>
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