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			<title>First level, door number two</title>
			<description>Ballet dancers in the dark, whipping their heads to spot for their pirouettes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We climbed into the tall bed in the silent room. Were we playing roulette to the rhythm of the dancers? If anyone is going to catch us loving, let's not let it be the father strolling along who cares and is alw..</description>
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			<title>Don't Interrupt.</title>
			<description>&quot;You're so difficult..and you know, you've hurt everyone around you by pulling this prank tonight.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&quot;I know. I know. But I love you. I really, really love you.&quot; She collapsed into a hug, holding him tight, the fear and the guilt washing all over her. She doesn't understand why anyone can ever s..</description>
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			<title>Thinning Out</title>
			<description>It was a gory open wound. What started out as a small bruise manifested into an area of open flesh, as though the muscles have been burnt by acid, leaving his insides for all to see. It was beyond superficial and my four years of pharmacy school still left me unable to provide a curative suggestion...</description>
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