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			<title>The Stench</title>
			<description>The sun beat down hard the foot soldiers of fire strangled and raped the life off the green .Her hair lay in tatters her vision clouded with exhaustion the air had a rotten taste to it with every passing stroke it bit her throat tearing at it.every breath was a conscious effort to retain her sanity,..</description>
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			<title>The Rain</title>
			<description>It was a sunny day, the sun beat hard on the parched earth, its children saved from the sun s wrath by the roofs they had made. Suddenly upon the horizon a distant rumble was heard it seemed like a lion marking its&amp;nbsp;territory . and 'they' came in packs like dogs hunting its prey, overpowering an..</description>
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