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			<title>Flight</title>
			<description>The doors to the mall were wide open. People flowed like droplets in and out to their parked cars. Sunshine blazing, dashboards cracking, and in a parked car, a distant dog, barked through 3 inches of open tinted window.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; An 1..</description>
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			<title>The package</title>
			<description>She walked into the post office.&amp;nbsp; Hair dangling, loose clothes, cheap shoes.&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Can I help you miss?&amp;quot; said the plump bald postal worker.&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;Yes, I'm wondering if any packages have arrived&amp;hellip;&amp;quot; The postman snickered and tilted his head a bit to the left, whe..</description>
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			<title>Valerie</title>
			<description>firey woman rushes through life, learning the balance of diagonal patience and undocumented persistence</description>
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