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			<title>Why?</title>
			<description>What if...why?</description>
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			<title>The Constellation </title>
			<description>This is the story about the constellation of Ursa Major, what I saw and the myth I created for it.</description>
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			<title>The Fire Child</title>
			<description>     It all started after the disastrous fire in the woods. I think back to that day often, and think what my life would be like now if I had not gone to meet my boyfriend, David, in the old cabin that was our secret meeting spot. I think of when he called me, &quot;come meet me at the cabin in an hour,&quot;..</description>
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			<title>Now I Can Only Pray</title>
			<description>	I looked at the plasma TV screen and the people sitting on the couch, watching American Idol, there were people making out all over the place. I left and went outside to find my best friends drinking and flirting with older guys. I sat on the fence and listened to them talk for a while, until my BF..</description>
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			<title>The First Time I Saw Cancer</title>
			<description>This is about my first experience with cancer.</description>
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			<title>The Blind Girl</title>
			<description>     She comes out of the building and blinks, throws her blond wavy hair over her shoulder and stares at the city in front of her. The man in the black suit next to her looks around as if expecting danger.       She turns to him and says softly, &quot;I didn't know it would be this beautiful.&quot;  ..</description>
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