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			<title>My Black Cat</title>
			<description>At about seven o&amp;rsquo;clock in the morning on September 1, 1994, I crawled into bed, alone. The next half hour was to be, in retrospect, the eye of the hurricane. Still, but uncomfortably so. Calm, but deceptive. Not really safe.&amp;nbsp;This was a Thursday morning. That Wednesday wasn&amp;rsquo;t any..</description>
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			<title>Red Fleece Pajamas</title>
			<description>The &amp;ldquo;Jesus Action Figure&amp;rdquo; sat next to the Sigmund Freud Action Figure on the shelf around eyeball height in La Brea, a store on Broadway and 76th Street.&amp;nbsp; In the front window they had a t-shirt that read, &amp;ldquo;Blah Blah Blah&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; that we thought about getting for cousi..</description>
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