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			<title>The_Weeping_Woman.awlive</title>
			<description>The_Weeping_Woman.awlive&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Well, I suppose Ican't say anything in my defense, but I'm a procrastinator. I always have been,and I'm willing to admit it. I could spend an all-nighter just browsing randomwebsites and playing video games on my computer, or used to be able to, ..</description>
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			<title>Lex Talionis</title>
			<description>LexTalionis&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Istill had the lighter in my hand when I stepped out of the house and onto thelush, green lawn. Turning to face the large home, I retreated further, to thepoint where the road met the sidewalk, and waited, catching my breath.&amp;nbsp;I have to make sur..</description>
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			<title>Murky Depths</title>
			<description>MurkyWaters&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;BeforeI tell my story, I just want anyone reading this to know that my story is real.I know you&amp;rsquo;re looking for some good fiction that will get your blood pumpingand make you paranoid at night, but that&amp;rsquo;s not what this is. This is my accountof ..</description>
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			<title>The Boogeyman</title>
			<description>TheBoogeyman&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Daddy,there&amp;rsquo;s a monster under the bed,&amp;rdquo; I heard my son say for what must&amp;rsquo;ve been thethousandth time this month. &amp;ldquo;It came in through the window.&amp;rdquo; It was always thesame; he would come into my room, complain about the boog..</description>
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			<title>Paramour</title>
			<description>Paramour&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Whenthe woman awoke from her slumber, the red glare of the bedside alarm clockscalded her eyes sharply. It took her a few seconds before her vision adjustedand she could read what time it was.&amp;nbsp;3:49.Why the hell did I wake up at 3:49 in t..</description>
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