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			<title>Winged Beasts</title>
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			<title>Brew and her Rat-Lover's escape.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The trees stood like shish-ca-bobbed happiness for all the life that they carried. Sqirrels, small blue birds the size of one of a wrist-watches clock. And there was a rat, one very smart and kind rat who wore an anormally-wide dark g..</description>
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			<title>One </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Chapter One:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Finnley Janson rode fast and loud through the night past Arizonan bats and cacti, scowling cyotes and curious hawks. Once or twice, the star-worn sky revealed flying bodies or muted shrieks, but that only intrigued her...</description>
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			<title>The Longing of an Unhappy Witch</title>
			<description>'Where are the violence-spawnning werewolve's,' thinks the witch...</description>
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			<title>A Thunder-Stroked Distance</title>
			<description>An art major tries to find love and less restriction on her own time, but now her time is governed by retrieveing the one thing her father leaves her, a memory-cloaked motorcycle and her spirit.</description>
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			<title>Before a Flowerful Death</title>
			<description>A man chokes on a cigarette, and strength beats scum.</description>
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