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			<title>What If</title>
			<description>Gossip is a cocktail.Made of one part self hatred, one part boredom with a splash of a secret longing for more in life.Fear is the glass into which this vile combination is poured and just like a glass that controls the shape a liquid will take likewise fear controls the shape of our lives.The..</description>
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			<title>The Martyr</title>
			<description>Ms.X sat in her room alone. She sat quietly on the edge of her bed dangling her feet just slightly above the ground. She remembered her mother had told her the bed was over 200 years old and had been hand built in the Victorian era.Its four wooden post filled with intricately carved images depicti..</description>
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			<title>One Hundred and Seventy Three</title>
			<description>    Black with two sugars. That's how he liked his coffee. William was a man who knew what he liked. He liked his pizza best served slightly cold and salad with no dressing although that had only recently become an addition to his habits. He had become determined to lose those last five poun..</description>
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