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			<title>Comedy</title>
			<description>Comedy, more times than not, comes from a dark place. The light at the end of the tunnel is not making people laugh. It is being able to at yourself. </description>
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			<title>Disco Moon</title>
			<description>Maren stood off to the side of the dance floor watching the bridal party follow the dance instructions to the 'Cha Cha Slide'. She was never the type to dance to such silly songs. A slower paced love ballad was more in step with her style. Hand to hand with her husband was what she desired a..</description>
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			<title>The Bare Necessities Best Man Speech </title>
			<description>A short take on a speech I gave last year. </description>
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			<title>Margaret</title>
			<description>He and his wife were down to one vehicle. His car was having some work done today so he had his wife's truck. Which meant he had to pick up his wife from work at the nursing home she worked as a certified nurses aid.His wife called to tell him to pick her up an hour later than normal. One of the..</description>
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			<title>Community Service </title>
			<description>I found myself doing mandatory community service in a kitchenfor those without shelter or food. I didn't want to have to explain why I was hereto the other workers, mostly out of embarrassment and the need to just complete my hours and leave. I was relieved once I realized that they didn't c..</description>
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			<title>Bringing Film into the Real World or Sobbing from the Soul</title>
			<description>This afternoon I listened to a friend cry from his soul. I don't think he'd want to be named here so let's call him Monroe. Monroe is a long time friend of mine. We've seen a lot of films together. He's not the film buff that I am but he enjoys discussing film with me from time to time. I know that ..</description>
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			<title>No One is a Monster</title>
			<description>No one is a monster. Everyone is sick. Everyone has issues. Some people are sick physically. Some emotionally. Some mentally. Some spiritually. Everyone is sick. Everyone has issues. No one is a monster. Sometimes sicknesses have monstrous symptoms. Sometimes sickness..</description>
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			<title>Staring Out the Window</title>
			<description>Angelo was still three hours away from his destination. He couldn't wait to get the load from his semi trailer dropped off and begin the eleven hour drive back home.Gino was in the passenger seat sleeping away. He had been for the past hour. Angelo enjoyed the company anyway. As Gino began to st..</description>
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			<title>Beets</title>
			<description>Kenneth was in his mid 40s, about six and a half foot tall and had hands the size of a professional basketball player. Kenneth and I got stuck cleaning out the garbage cans and taking the garbage andrecycling out the back door. It was a bit of a walk to carry all of those bags out. We pushed s..</description>
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