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			<title>Flight</title>
			<description>Summary: Sometimes, what isn&amp;#2013266066;t is. 
Word Count: 350
Story Note: A Tawny-centric snippet.</description>
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			<title>Ode to My Coffee Mug</title>
			<description>A writer and her mug. Tragedy in verse.</description>
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			<title>Lemonade</title>
			<description>My grandmother has a juicerThat looks like a torture deviceMade of metal and sleek curves.Her hands squeeze the lemonsWringing the last gummy dropsOut into the old glass pitcher.&amp;nbsp;That is not how my mother makes lemonade.&amp;nbsp;My mother bought a kitOf white and yellow plastic..</description>
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