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			<title>blowing fuses</title>
			<description>What's not to love about some good old fashioned sibling rivalry?</description>
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			<title>Yardsale Puzzles</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;ive got curves and a straight edgehelp me resurrect the borderim not a void fillerim just building the structure to make it stronger.its a puzzle, its a mysterywhen the definitions waningim still holding up the piecesto make my heart keep beating.ive got my pile and you have yo..</description>
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			<title>where the boat leaves from</title>
			<description>i see a weightless paper boatbegin to sink with apprehensionand inching up the starboard sideis disaster graced with ill intentioni see a future floating bywith wide-eyed dreams of fortunebut soaking through the thin facadeis hatred and his henchmenslowly i see a care unfoldand swa..</description>
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			<title>Just Like Mom</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I watched the blur of green flying past my window, adjusting my legs so that both were in the seat, nestled underneath me. A break in the trees left me searching for the white spots of cow that flew past as fast as the forest. I looked in to the backseat at Mom and heard her say &amp;ldquo;..</description>
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			<title>Here's to Texting</title>
			<description>Just a short, non-fiction essay on a little addiction I have.</description>
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			<title>Here's to Texting</title>
			<description>Just a short, non-fiction essay on a little addiction I have.</description>
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