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			<title>Prologue - You've Got Mail</title>
			<description>Subject: Job opportunity for recent graduate students&amp;ldquo;Hello graduates,&amp;ldquo;We have an exciting opportunity for our new &amp;ldquo;Doctors&amp;rdquo;! The biomedical company Viatare is looking for a new researcher to join their team and work on a new contract. Although most of the details of th..</description>
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			<title>Only God's Eyes</title>
			<description>Dr. Luke Armistede has just finished graduate school and is beginning his carrer with the biomedical company Viata for a state-of-the-art occular implant that relays real-time information to soldiers.</description>
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			<title>Don't Dream Anymore</title>
			<description>when i woke up one evening, in thedark, in thenude - i feltyour hands onmy hips, and yourlips on my -i dreamt aboutsorrow, aboutdeath, abouthate. i dreamt about this god wholoved, whoaccepted, whoforgave.but in the hazy light, out my bed-room window, i sawan old man layingin the street,a gurney on t..</description>
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			<title>The Witchdoctor's Metamorphosis</title>
			<description>she met a great witchdoctoronce on the vast, wideplains. burnt grass stubbleshuddered in the thin summer wind -a few scattered houses sailingin those endless seas.and that witchdoctor spoke to herabout the legends, and taught herhow to trap the snakes and lizards:because the lo..</description>
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			<title>Holding Back</title>
			<description>sometimes i feel likepebbles in a swift river,like i'mbeing worn down bythe cruel currents.sometimes i feel likespring comes too soon,like italways comes in a torrent.i feel likei need a dam, need to holdback the onslaught.like i'm going to get caughtup, rushed downstream.my pieces scattered;my bedr..</description>
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