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			<description>I wake up. This simple act of retracting my eyelids takes every strength I can muster from this tiring, aging sack of blood and bones. I crack my neck and I sit up. I pull back the dusty old blinds from the moldy window pane I call a bedroom window. The sun has almost ripened against a backsplash of..</description>
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			<title>Feral</title>
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