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			<title>The Vending Machine</title>
			<description>	The vending machine made two loud clunks as my quarters went through. I pressed B2 today. Popcorn. About half of the food I eat comes out of little plastic bags that I buy with spare change I find on the floor by my register. My mom says that my diet is going to kill me someday. She's probably righ..</description>
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			<title>A Nightmare</title>
			<description>Poetry: attempt #2. Inspired by a frightening dream I had last night.</description>
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			<title>A False Illness.</title>
			<description>My short first attempt at poetry.</description>
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			<title>The Cold Day</title>
			<description>A story.</description>
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