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			<title>The Girl Who</title>
			<description>I havealready been the girl whosits andwaits for something to happen.I havealready been the girl whowaits fornothing.I want to bethe girl whostretches outon the dead grass to watchstars poke holes in the sky andto breathe insecondhand cigarette smo..</description>
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			<title>Twenty-Six Cents</title>
			<description>Twenty-Six Cents&amp;nbsp;jiggling my keys in the 15 Items or Less laneone milk carton dangling from my fingers.only one item.the woman in front of me has seventeen.bananas. beep. bread. beep. yogurt. beep.a little girl tugs on the woman&amp;rsquo;s over-sized sweaterbegg..</description>
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			<title>The Window</title>
			<description>A bed.&amp;nbsp;A table.&amp;nbsp;A window.&amp;nbsp;No door.&amp;nbsp;This is my life.&amp;nbsp; A small room of emptiness, insanity, andmemories.&amp;nbsp; A room with no door, with noway in and no way out.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I know.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I do.&amp;nbsp; I know what&amp;rsquo;s in the..</description>
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			<title>Those Who Fly</title>
			<description>I want to see the worldas those who fly do.&amp;nbsp;They talk of the silky sunrippling like smooth honeyin a waterfall sky.They say there&amp;rsquo;s a birdwhose song is slipperywith warm sugarand whose wings breath fire.They whisper about flowerswith delicat..</description>
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			<title>Remembering Silence</title>
			<description>A short story about a short walk on the beach.</description>
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