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			<title>Chapter One: Saturday's Kids</title>
			<description>She was nice. I mean, ugly as all hell, andquite probably deranged, but nice. I tried to keep that at the forefront of mymind as I moved closer. As I looked into her eyes. As I noticed the yellowtinge to her buck teeth and it occurred to me that these might ..</description>
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			<title>A General Malaise </title>
			<description>Consumed by typical, self-pitying, unadulterated teenage angst.</description>
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