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			<description>magic can be obvious, sparkles raining from the sky and big colored explosions. or it can be simple, in the warmth of a strangers' hand.</description>
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			<title>Walking Alone</title>
			<description>People have narrow ideas of the meaning of things. Who knew that an empty hand could be a vacancy sign?</description>
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			<title>instinctually</title>
			<description>Sometimes instincts endure the fire of evolution, even when they shouldn't.</description>
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			<title>damn, he was pretty</title>
			<description>Though it sounds absurd, he seems too beautiful to be here with me behind the Dumpsters, like the sharp cut of his nose, his high cheekbones and full lips pardon him from life's misery. It wasn't rational. But damn, he was pretty.</description>
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