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			<title>Prompt Six</title>
			<description>The analyst stared deeply into his coffee, looking for patterns in the white foam and brown drink. A small part of his brain noted the irony, if that was what that was called, that he couldn't stop doing his job, even while absently drinking his coffee. He elected to ignore that voice in his mind, a..</description>
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			<title>Part 03</title>
			<description>The side of the parking garage across from the building was bedecked with equipment. The lion's share, by mass at any rate, was in the form of large loudspeakers, attached unobtrusively to the walls. They played, at volume loud enough to deafen the very close, a single tone.The tone was beyond the r..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolframdioxide/1503205/</link>
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			<title>Part 02</title>
			<description>Five hours later and five miles east, Ryan Gon&amp;ccedil;alves stared into his drink at an airport bar in Nashville. The bar was disgustingly new and trendy, with its former earth tones phased out in favour of post-Starbucks decor, all garish off-whites and reds and blues, and the clientele was young e..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolframdioxide/1503195/</link>
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			<title>Part 01</title>
			<description>The sky over Nashville was still pitch-black, even at five in the morning, with forty-five minutes to sunup and a clear sky. They made their way to a parking garage downtown, a few blocks from the scaffold-ridden visage of the Paramount, with forged security passes and cheap drone-stunners, clamberi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolframdioxide/1503182/</link>
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			<title>The Street Finds Its Own Uses</title>
			<description>In the year 2019, many crimes were committed. Of those, how many would have been unimaginable twenty years before? How about ten? Or five?
Let's look at one of them.</description>
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