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			<title>Golden Bubbles</title>
			<description>&quot;You're a disgusting lot, all of you!&quot; she shouts at the multitudes of children floating in the black space with their gold encrusted bubbles, poking and playing with them with the occasional smile, laugh, furrowed brow, outcry and tear. &quot;You just stare at your little worlds all the time! You don't ..</description>
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			<title>Make-up</title>
			<description>A pair of tweezers, make-up brushes, and powders in anextravagant amount of colors line the dresser. Pencils for the eyes and pencilsfor the lips lay discarded, caps off. Instructions for the perfect cheekbones,smokey eyes and pouty lips from beauty sites ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>The beginning of a story set in the future after a frightful religion takes over.</description>
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			<title>Purge</title>
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			<title>The Kraken</title>
			<description>Ripples of water gathered around ten toes that had dipped themselves into the cold, endless fluid. The toes belonged to a boy sitting on a metal dock, staring out at the horizon at the hordes of ships in the harbor. He had always longed to somehow get onto one, but his mother always told him, &quot;Think..</description>
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			<title>Stillborn</title>
			<description>What if scientists had the technology to make stillborn children live?</description>
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