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			<title>Trooper Product</title>
			<description>This is the storyof some simple soldiersin a battalionfar away.Their mission has so farbeen labeled as 'classified'and is only talked aboutbehind locked doors.They always stand readyto be deployedfor their next mission,probably in some dark cavetargeting the scumwho made it..</description>
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			<title>How Mistresses Become</title>
			<description>I'm the worst stalker in the world.Let's get that out of the way firstthere's no need to hidethat precious, little secret.You know I stalk youI've come to thinkthat you may evenlike it.Or is it even stalkingwhen we see each otheron a regular basis?Maybe we're having an af..</description>
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			<title>Most Definitely Missionary</title>
			<description>Come close my love I'm all made up to look my bestmy arms await you, solet's give that head a little rest.Against my bosom, you're snuggled inI feel and hear the beating of a heart&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;pounding sweetly, oh so calmlythis could be, a brand new start.You tumble all around me..</description>
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			<title>Going Down Corruption Avenue</title>
			<description>We are everywherewith angry faces looking down upon all of you, the masses. With a faked smile we can make you hurrywithout you knowingit has been our plan all along. The mood changes are something you will have to deal withbecause, in all honestyit's not quite our proble..</description>
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			<title>I Call Her Bubbles</title>
			<description>I hope this doesn't infringe on any copyrights/trademarks. Not my intention anyway.</description>
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			<title>King</title>
			<description>He has no name. I start the story like that. A nameless figure roaming the streets and you have not seen him. Because no one ever does. No, No, No, this figure is not me,for I stand here before youspeaking in vivid clarity.No, I am most definitelynot him. I shall be his voice..</description>
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			<title>Infliction</title>
			<description>You always wear your evening gown. It's black, to make you look even skinnier. In silent perfection you make your wayacross every surface, high heels or not.I am envious, you're like the twin sisterwho does everything betterthan I could ever do. I look my worst in sunlight, ..</description>
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