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			<title>Naked Revelation</title>
			<description>				p { margin-bottom: 0.1in; line-height: 120%; }Why does ANGEr+take+precedent+over every other one of my emotions?It's always fighting mefor control.I HAVE TOfight			in order to change,in order to growas a woman, a lover.Sharing space with the human race..</description>
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			<title>On Tour at the Hawaiian Wax Museum</title>
			<description>I envision this as a SNL sketch.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
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			<title>The bathroom sink</title>
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			<title>Leap Seconds</title>
			<description>This is the start of a sci-fi book inspired by my nephew.</description>
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