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			<title>The One</title>
			<description>Hello.It's been a while since I saw you last, so long that maybe it wasn't even you in the first place. I saw maybe just this part, this man, crossing distracted the street, hurrying or running away.~~~I talked to him again recently. We were having a really terrible coffee at the place from the corn..</description>
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			<title>How it all happened</title>
			<description>This story... just makes me sad.</description>
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			<title>Everything I didn't tell you</title>
			<description>Everything I didn&amp;rsquo;t tell you that day is stored in a file in my mind that keeps getting opened. It happens some mornings when I wake up and my mind hasn&amp;rsquo;t remember yet that it is not allowed to open that file, or when the elevator holds the scent of a neighbor I&amp;rsquo;ve never met. It ha..</description>
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			<title>The heart</title>
			<description>They would always hide and watch from the shadows how this peculiar, sloppy being would carry on every day. They would see through its thick, greenish, transparent skin and solid bones a little spark and they&amp;rsquo;d remain hidden. The fear of confronting a beast with no heart kept the most away, fo..</description>
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			<title>Mine</title>
			<description>Last time I saw you, we were sitting in the middle of that field. I still miss that field even though we only went there once. As we were laying there I was trying to resist the temptation of leaning on your shoulder, being in your arms.We were just looking towards the nothingness in front of us and..</description>
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