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			<title>On Perplexity</title>
			<description>I was positive that I was seeing things.&quot;This isn't possible,&quot; I muttered looking from side to side. Millionsof stars illuminated the darkness, something that I wasn't used to growing upin a place that created its own stars called city lights. I could see that Isat in a clearing, surroun..</description>
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			<title>On Hope</title>
			<description>I browsed the medicine aisle of thepharmacy, they had rearranged things since I had been here last and with nopharmacy tech working I was left searching for what I needed alone. There weretoo many types that did exactly the same thing, I wondered if it was necessary.Then again, I was bra..</description>
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			<title>On Abandonment</title>
			<description>That soft,steady beep was putting me to sleep again tonight - like every night for thepast five years. It was only the very first year that it had kept me awake,when I was paralyzed with fear that it would stop. Now, I was sure that if itdid stop I would wake automatically. The sound was..</description>
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			<title>Crossing Over </title>
			<description>When Allison Cross is hurled into an alternate universe she must fulfill a prophecy to return home to her debilitated mother. In the end Allison finds that the choice to go home was never hers to make</description>
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