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			<title>Dream 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I was standing in a tunnel of sorts, something wrought of iron and concrete with buzzing fluorescents overhead. A humming surrounded, and as I walked forward my footsteps were amplified, seemingly away from me only to bounce back again. My eyes lingered over the tile floor, dense and brown as ..</description>
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			<title>Third wheeling a downbeat</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Wanna play?&amp;rdquo; you nodded encouragingly toward the tambourine you were offering me. I could see the preferred answer, but I shook my head and laughed nervously.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>Squeeze</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;My face sounded like something harder than bone hitting the gravel road.&amp;nbsp; I remember that for a moment the impact left me numb, and I was more concerned with what seemed like a complete inability to draw breath than the fact that I had just rocketed twenty feet in the air to my present lo..</description>
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			<title>Blinking</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Cars whizzed by as I stepped out into the street, the worn soles of my shoes smacking the pavement in a hollow, almost sickening fashion. My hands were buried deep in my pockets, one fumbling around for the half-finished cigarette I&amp;rsquo;d stowed away the previous day. After retrievin..</description>
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