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			<title>Mommy Slurs Goodnight</title>
			<description>The bottle of beer was empty, but I kept tipping it, expecting more. &amp;ldquo;Didn&amp;rsquo;t they tell me that is the definition of insanity? Repeating the same action with the same result over and over while expecting a different outcome?&amp;rdquo; I growled and set the bottle down hard. The sound&amp;nbsp;of..</description>
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			<title>Spin</title>
			<description>I remember spinning. Granted the smoldering joint lent a fuzzy haze to the experience, but the car spun. &amp;ldquo;Sandblasted Skin&amp;rdquo; brayed through blown speakers. The roads were unfamiliar. I was driving way too fast. It was perfect. But it wasn&amp;rsquo;t. I knew the doe would appear. I wasn&amp;rsquo..</description>
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			<title>Suburbia</title>
			<description>Surfing the sky through the leafy canopy. Trailing along coos and squawks and relentless traffic. Breathing baked dog s**t. Gross. I&amp;rsquo;m out.</description>
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