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			<title>If you were an ocean I'd learn to float</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I didn&amp;#2013266066;t feel much better the next day, but it didn&amp;#2013266066;t stop me from faking my way through first and second period.  Avoiding the library during my free period, I found Andy sitting on the steps with the rest of the very small gro..</description>
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			<title>Today for you, tomorrow for me</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Our eyes locked for a second.  I tried to read his, but the look I first saw was quickly blinked away.  &amp;#2013266067;Hey.&amp;#2013266068;  He said softly.  I couldn&amp;#2013266066;t speak.  I realized my eyes had been watering.  I became aware that my heart ..</description>
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			<title>Getting through you is the hardest part</title>
			<description>        We woke up to the sound of Kris&amp;#2013266066; cell phone.  I knew that ringtone as well as all the others.  Modern Swinger: it was Becky.  &amp;#2013266067;Hello?&amp;#2013266068;  Kris&amp;#2013266066; voice was thick and slow with sleep.  &amp;#2013266067;Yeah&amp;#2013266053; I know&amp;#2013266053; he&amp;#201326606..</description>
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			<title>Preface</title>
			<description>       It was a hot day in August.  The sun sitting directly overhead, beaming through the tree we sat beneath, dappling our skin.  I had my back propped up against the trunk, watching clouds drift across the cerulean sky.  It was a slow day for the both of us.  He had his head on my lap, the way Kr..</description>
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			<title>Confabulation</title>
			<description>James was just like any other emancipated eighteen year old with a music mogul father, an impossible to get over ex boyfriend, and a day to day bore of a job.  Then he meets Nathan.  The blued eyed freshman has him falling head over heels into a spiral of</description>
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