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			<title>In That Net</title>
			<description>Blue bar embossed in whiteWhile away another nightCaught once more within that netTall wall that stretches downNever quite reaching the groundLearn a thing to soon forgetAnd create a thing for someone elseTo soon forget about yourselfHave them see what you will let--Out into that second earthOf half..</description>
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			<title>Day 3 (a.k) &amp;ndash; Deciding</title>
			<description>Day 3 (a.k) &amp;#2013266048;&quot;DecidingHe had driven home; the picture of panic, hands that grippedthe wheel tightly, brow that sweated profusely. The nausea hadn&amp;rsquo;t subsided, norhad the dizziness; the shock. He had parked outside of his house and remainedin the car, hands that gripped t..</description>
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			<title>3 - Watching.</title>
			<description>3 &quot; WatchingAnother Friday: Another grey day. It was spring, yetironically the weather was worse, warmer yes, but duller, damper, more mundane.It amplified the misery which had been branching out steadily through hisconsciousness. Two weeks to the day had passed since he had realised that ..</description>
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			<title>2 - 2780 - A Seed Sprouts</title>
			<description>2 &quot; Day 2780 (ASeed Sprouts)&amp;nbsp;Day 2780; Stuart did not know this, having not undergonethat particular ritual this morning, the computer had been unusually quick tostart up, but it was day 2780. Winter was drawing to a close, the mornings weregetting lighter and some of the small ..</description>
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			<title>1 - 2774</title>
			<description>1. Day 2774It was the start of Stuart&amp;rsquo;s 2774th day of work,not that he kept a running count of each and every day at work, it was just aslightly depressive, yet inexplicably addictive exercise, that he would carryout whilst bored at work. He had been bored this morning whilst wai..</description>
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