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			<title>Take The Lead...</title>
			<description>a 6 word story</description>
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			<title>Chapter II: The Wading Giant</title>
			<description>Whenever I feel as if this life isn&amp;rsquo;t right for me, BC always seems to step in with the kind of caring that only Oliver Twist could appreciate. &amp;ldquo;Kid, you have to have the stomach for this kind of life.&amp;rdquo; He notices, as if I truly do wear my emotions on my sleeve, uttering those cl..</description>
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			<title>Chapter I:  The Anteaters</title>
			<description>  Raul&amp;rsquo;s drunken story telling is interrupted by the noise of a plane passing overhead. I love airplanes. Even the sounds make me reminisce of soaring above the ground. When you view the ways of the world from an airplane the ground below appears to be somewhat similar to an ant farm. That&amp;r..</description>
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			<title>The Swindlers' Union</title>
			<description>a work in progress about a group of con artists.</description>
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			<title>Incarnate...</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;As water drips down a leaky hotel faucet, a woman peers into an oval shaped mirror contemplating her not so distant future. A duet of voices breaks the silence. One is masculine and anxious. &amp;ldquo;Marjon are you ready yet? We have to be downstairs in twelve minutes...&amp;rdquo; The other is ..</description>
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			<title>Again...</title>
			<description>a time traveler experiences deja vu...</description>
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