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			<title>Lunatic Wolf</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; Lunatic Wolf puts his nose to the air and feels the spirit wolves at his flanks&amp;nbsp;imitate him in unison. He grins wide and his eyes dart everywhere, no where... his mind is constant motion yet almost completely without consciousness--if he were detained and interrogated he would be found e..</description>
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			<title>Ending Friendship</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Playfulness.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is fun. Sunny day; I climb a large orange tree with a schoolmate, Diego, that grows behind&amp;nbsp;his home.Panic.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yelp! I missed! I was swinging through the branches with the skill of a spider monkey and now I'm falling, face-first, with my hands p..</description>
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			<title>God</title>
			<description>Mom sits across from me. My feet dangle above the ground below&amp;nbsp;where I sit; I swing them thoughtfully. She smiles at me and&amp;nbsp;I look away, uncomfortable.&amp;nbsp;Where we sit is outdoors, at a&amp;nbsp;metal table lamenated with green&amp;nbsp;plastic; we are at a park by the lake. The sun brightens&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Righteous Anger</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;To be fair, sir, it was not intentional,&amp;quot; Mort spoke. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Yet, my dog is dead and I feel some sort of repayment is in order,&amp;quot; the hunter glared.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mort, uneasy, shifting his body in confusion, tried to speak clearly, &amp;quot;I do not..</description>
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			<title>less than the best of me</title>
			<description>durable times like thesestrangle all inward pleasfor insight to evokeor passion to emotewhat would&amp;nbsp;be worthy we.I fail&amp;nbsp;myself, reader,and lose&amp;nbsp;pride as&amp;nbsp;writer--I'm&amp;nbsp;pitiful, I grieve--monkeys' grunts have more voicethan any word of my choice.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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