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			<title>Mental Pictures</title>
			<description>The wipers of the car were working overtime as thecar pushed down the narrow road back home after a long night at the countyfair. John squinted, as if that would help him somehow see moreclearly through the haze of rain that had caused the fair to come to an abrupthalt. His wife, Evelynn, wa..</description>
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			<title>The Big Day</title>
			<description>&quot;He'll be here.&quot;	Jeremy&amp;nbsp;could tell she was full out doubt just as much as he was. His mother had always been a below average liar, but he'd never failed to appreciate that when she did lie, it was usually with good intentions.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Mmm&quot;, he replied staring out the window of the van as he watch..</description>
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			<title>Fear of Heights</title>
			<description>Why the carnival? Why in the world the carnival?         He realized now what a terrible mistake he'd made in his selection for his first date with the girl he'd met at the grocery store. There he'd been cool, calm, and collected; with only the choice of which sugar-filled cereal to spend a meanin..</description>
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			<title>Date Night</title>
			<description>It was 8 pm when he had picked her up for their first date 7 years ago and even now as he drove toward the theater, he could remember what she had worn, what she smelled like, and the little half grin that appeared after she had gotten into his paint-chipped old Ford.       Every year since they w..</description>
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