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			<title>Stories of Discarded Ambitions</title>
			<description>Shepl&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; aces her h-a-n-d-sonme and e&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;r&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>Smile</title>
			<description>This dentist saysmy teeth are crooked.She smiles,her moutha white picket fence.&amp;nbsp;She tells me &amp;ldquo;You won&amp;rsquo;t be prettyuntil you looklike this.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;The chairsmells likealcohol andtoothpaste.&amp;nbsp;B***h..</description>
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			<title>Elysium</title>
			<description>I built ahouse once,and it was beautifulandperfectandmine.And I builtit up from nothingjust dirtand workand sweat.And my neighborprotected mefrom robbersand thieves,and told mehow to grow my garden.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>The Importance Of Purple</title>
			<description>Wewalked the road together, two peaceful beings unknowing of each other&amp;rsquo;s trueform. She called me Taion, and I called her Six. The island was gone, but theinsanity remained.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m in love,&amp;rdquo; I repea..</description>
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			<title>Warfare</title>
			<description>I sentmy soldiersoverseasandthey fought bravely,gaining landandhelping comrades.&amp;nbsp;they wereunstoppable,our money reserves never depeleating.I sent thembeerandorange juicefor winningso many victories.&amp;nbsp;Then ca..</description>
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			<title>Vessle</title>
			<description>A teacup once saw abeautiful flower.It was wilted andwornbut it was perfectto her.&amp;nbsp;The wind told her thatit was hers,but the teacup knew that itcouldn't be true.&amp;nbsp;The sun told her totake a chance.Take the flower.But the teacup knew itwasn't hers to pick.&amp;nbsp;The flower told hernothingand s..</description>
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