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			<title>850 words</title>
			<description>Gisell EspinalIntroduction to Sociology&amp;nbsp;Professor Dalton Conley&amp;nbsp;September&amp;nbsp; 23, 2014Assignment #1	These are just words. They are supposed to be words pertaining to the assignment due on Monday, September 29th for Sociology, but I can&amp;rsquo;t seem to get the ri..</description>
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			<title>Extra&amp;ntilde;o de poca palabras</title>
			<description>Estaba en el tren sentada como siempre. Cansada y agotada de caminar tanto por Broadway-Lafayette con los pies hinchados. Era tarde en la noche y solamente quer&amp;iacute;a llegar a casa para descansar. Un d&amp;iacute;a larg&amp;oacute; exhausta a cu&amp;aacute;l quiera, especialmente ha alguien que estado levant..</description>
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			<title>Stop and listen</title>
			<description>I lie there, letting the sound coddleme, the sound of a slow bass.Each line a recurring wave of soft-spoken chantsthat grow to a forte but just enough to tieme down with layers of smooth echoes forming cliquesthat transcend between cues.My eyes shut open on cue.No more coddling.Time slows and the cl..</description>
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			<title>What Hell's like</title>
			<description>Marshmallow floors caress the ruined arcs of my feetas I make my way acrossto the place I was before.I know they can see me,read my thoughts,dissect every inch of my memory.You remember Dad, right? Tell me what happened. You&amp;rsquo;ll be alright. Our secret.But I won&amp;rsquo;t let them.She&amp;rsquo;s gett..</description>
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			<title>Rum and Coke </title>
			<description>Let me tell you a story.She stood by the window and peeked through the curtains at the man living across from her. His curtains were light in color and weak at covering. The transparency let her see right in. She watched as the thirty something year old man roamed around his room in search of someth..</description>
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			<title>Poor Carey </title>
			<description>They just sit there. Legs crossed, hands folded, staring blankly all over the place. He takes a breath in and quickly lets it out. She looks at the fluorescent lights above her and stares back at her rigid shoes then to her tangled fingers. 	&amp;ldquo;So what do you suggest we do?&amp;rdquo; The unknown ma..</description>
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			<title>NY-Squeeze-C</title>
			<description>Public has everything to do with it.Seats searching for air away from warmth.Doors binging and buzzing,beggars begging and Kanye blaringSqueeze me between hair-flipping Haileyand Ms. &amp;ldquo;Girl, I told you&amp;rdquo;Body heat elevating&amp;ldquo;Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen.May I have your attention, pl..</description>
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