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			<title>bluebottle</title>
			<description>two years ago I wrote about cornflowers.I thought it was so clever,that comparison I'd made.But here's the thing:I still think of it that way-cornflowers-bluecornflowers-you</description>
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			<title>a january boy</title>
			<description>&quot;curry?'&quot;okay.and it was.it was okay.&quot;not the best,&quot; you'd say(you'd always say)I remember the fake flowers-and how we noted that we looked like Clementine and Joelfunny, really.and we looked at the man and his wife(happy)and we talked about the weather(dull)and we sat on either end of the table,The..</description>
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			<description>I don't write in that notebook anymoreIt used to have shells and feelingsandthings that notebooks like to be full of.Now it's got blue ink instead of black,&amp;nbsp;unheard of, really-and it sitsuntil I decide that it's time to start overagain</description>
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			<title>{ a lesson on boys in grade school }</title>
			<description>       { a lesson on boys in grade school }&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;1.     Crushes don&amp;rsquo;t involve the violent use of rocks or heavy objects such as chairs2.     Don&amp;rsquo;t play house with that boy. He only wants to show you his batman boxer briefs.3.     Sometimes a game of &amp;lsquo;boys chase girls&amp;rsquo; c..</description>
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			<title>Hands</title>
			<description>Thoughts, I suppose. </description>
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			<title>Milk</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Honey, did you remember to pick up milk?&amp;rdquo;He walked up the front steps of his suburban home, nearly tripping on a flower pot.&amp;ldquo;Dumb b***h and her goddamn petunias.&amp;rdquo; he muttered, coughing mucus out of the back of his throat.&amp;nbsp;Reaching the screen door, he entered the kitchen..</description>
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			<title>Modus Operandi</title>
			<description>a dystopian short story</description>
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