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			<title>The Girl Next Door</title>
			<description>1&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Quinn straddled his surfboard, not quite ready to head in despite the lack of waves. Thankfully, he was the only surfer out at this time of the afternoon, but the empty beach and calm waters gave him too much time to loo..</description>
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			<title>Epilogue </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Social Stigma.&amp;nbsp;It&amp;rsquo;s everywhere. Its outside this lounge room window, its above and beyond that ceiling, its on the other side of that f*****g front door. Shining out from the eyes of judgmental parents and teachers. Lacing the whisperings of schoolgirls in the courtyard. The man b..</description>
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			<title>Wondaland</title>
			<description>Inspired by and loosely based on &quot;Alice's Adventures in Wonderland&quot;. A modern-day interpretation. </description>
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			<title>Birth of The Mother</title>
			<description>Not so much a story, just a description of an event that is inspired by Greek Mythology.</description>
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			<title>The Playroom</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He sat across the room from her, looking out the window at the busy street six floors below them with his head cupped in his hands. The vacant look in his eyes indicated that he wouldn&amp;rsquo;t notice that she was staring at him unless something snapped him out his daze. Laura reveled in ..</description>
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