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			<title>Abdu</title>
			<description>my take on a real life episode</description>
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			<title>The Tailors Two Inches</title>
			<description>Our different truths and the lives they scar</description>
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			<title>Quiet, Love</title>
			<description>The bed had been sliding for the past few seconds. The recoil from our unapologetic laughter pushed our spines harder against the puttied wall and we glided away from the wall and the red light above, like two dreamy young lovers on a catamaran rowing away from the sun into the cold privacy of night..</description>
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			<title>Mr. Bright</title>
			<description>Not everything necessarily makes sense. But to some it always does, and they find it no matter how absurd things seem. A police officer plays my muse in this short story.</description>
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			<title>Village</title>
			<description>The few things we forget among our billion distractions. What would you learn if you could spent some time with your conscience?</description>
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