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		<description>The original writings of author Kevin Matthew Smith Jr.</description>
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			<title>Beautiful as a Word</title>
			<description>It's written in second person because I've always wanted to try it.  It is based loosely on true events, but really is a treatise on pop-culture and college life...in a way.</description>
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			<title>Below the Bridge</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;A bum bellows opera below the bridge.The rush of combustion motors overheadAnd the stench of fowl frozen sewageCompliments his singing, furthering my dread.&amp;nbsp;To whom does he bellow below that bridge?Perhaps to I: the arrogant apathetic passerby.Or maybe he&amp;rsquo;s just losing..</description>
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			<title>PAX</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;PAX&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; Left the window closed too long and that hookah smoke thickened the air and that whole automatic breathing process that keeps a guy alive shifted to the responsibility of the irresponsible conscious self.&amp;n..</description>
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			<title>Chapter V:  The Too Little, Too Late Night Shift</title>
			<description>The Too Little, Too Late Night Shift&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The last set was over and I wanted out.&amp;nbsp; But the concession stand needed its daily pampering.&amp;nbsp; I loathed cleaning that stand after a busy day.&amp;nbsp; It only took about an hour, ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter I:  Hop, Skip, and Go Naked</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Hop, Skip, and Go Naked We were cheap beer, vodka, and 7-Up. And our friendship was frozen lime juice. Seth was like Natural Light. He was always available. If I ever needed someone to go see a baseball game or go see the latest fantasy epic with me&amp;mdash;Seth would always go. Camero..</description>
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			<title>Chapter IV:  The Night Shift</title>
			<description>The Night Shift The night goes by so much faster with laughter. I arrived at Jester at five. The next set of movies wouldn&amp;rsquo;t start till seven. At a dead theater in suburbia, a two hour break meant that the crew would clean the mess from the previous set and then talk about the ongoing ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter III:  The Day Shift</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The Day Shift Joe Nicholson just turned eighteen a few weeks ago. A high school drop out and a far more experienced drinker and ladies man that me, Joe worked like a blue ribbon sheep dog while he was at the theater and while he was at the pizza joint next door. Joe didn&amp;rsquo;t always com..</description>
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			<title>Chapter II:  Jester Hellerton 8</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Jester Hellerton 8 My Saab lost traction and fishtailed around that curve on Snark Road because of the rain and the potholes. &amp;ldquo;Close call&amp;rdquo; I thought over the squeech of the windshield wipers. Running late as usual. But I drifted down Snark Road at 45 without questioning the rai..</description>
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			<title>Chapter VI:  Jester Fenway Cineplex 13</title>
			<description>I know it's chapter six, but it's actually chapter one.  The chapter names refer to chronological order, but the actual order of the chapters as posted here is the author's intended order.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mandellav/258062/</link>
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			<title>Jester's Cinema</title>
			<description>The first few chapters of a book still in the works.  Semi-autobiographical and semi-satirical.</description>
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