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			<title>When We Were Hungry</title>
			<description>We had a plan to steal old man Henry's new shipment. As I reflect on it now, I'm not even too certain why it was we wanted the shipment. We didn't know if were gonna sell it or burn it,&amp;nbsp; but we were gonna get it. I remember we were certain of that. Man, the other guys were dancing, crazed with ..</description>
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			<title>As Dead as it Gets</title>
			<description>The man was watching the clock. He was counting the seconds and this seemed to cause time to move slower, so he stopped. The short hand was just shy of the bold six on the face of the clock. Shy like he was when he was young. When he was young he'd sweat too often and he sympathized with the hand; h..</description>
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			<title>Someone Once Told Me</title>
			<description>Every thing is alive. And I've even heard you can hear the thump thump that proves it. Everything is alive. And I've even heard the concrete makes a click clack when it walks. Everything is alive. And I've even heard I spend my time as if I was living in the grave.Everything is alive. And I've been ..</description>
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			<title>On Fathers and Great Storms</title>
			<description>I was given the name of my father. Sometimes, I can hear that same name spoken on days like this.When everything white glares and your eyes feel shaken, dizzy. When everything white is frantic in its stillness, and you breathe it inAnd you breathe it in again and your hands never stop sweating andev..</description>
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			<title>A Good Song</title>
			<description>A good song, like a good woman, should have the ability to cripple you. Even if only for just one wakeful moment before silence: you should be left broken.</description>
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			<title>A Young Man Drowning</title>
			<description>You often times hear stories of a young man falling for the seaAnd often times, he will drown. Lungs flaccid and withered. Often times barnacles will cover his face like acne And soon he will grow into his skin and his fleshwill compliment his bones, he will look deliberate and decisive. Often times..</description>
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			<title>Tin Cans and String</title>
			<description>Alright, So It goes like this.&amp;#8232;You&amp;rsquo;re driving on this road that you&amp;rsquo;ve been on once before.&amp;#8232;Some back-way street you can never remember the name of. &amp;#8232;Something like Allure. But that&amp;rsquo;s probably not it. &amp;#8232;You&amp;rsquo;re driving about 80 and you can barely tell th..</description>
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