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			<title>Get Lost, Sooner or Later</title>
			<description>		Hey Barbie...			Look, Princess...	How exactly do you tell someone you're going to leave them, sooner or later?You have a life back there...	You don't belong in this car, its for people with no hope. You need to get out.		You fit in back home. Stay.	How do you find the right words to say &quot;Goodbye i..</description>
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			<title>Lions and Tigers and Bears... Where?</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;What is so vitally important at the zoo that you had to wake me up at 2:00 in the morning? I don&amp;rsquo;t think the zoo is even open that bloody early!&amp;rdquo; She stared at me.&amp;nbsp;	It was unnervingly similar to the lion&amp;rsquo;s gazes. &amp;ldquo;Obviously there was something fun to do.&amp;rdq..</description>
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			<title>Sore Losers in Flying Horses</title>
			<description>We went back to our flat then and the landlady, Mrs. Montgomery, made us tea. &amp;ldquo;Only this time, dear. I expect Sherlock will be making yours from now on, young man.&amp;rdquo;	&amp;nbsp;For some reason, Mrs. Montgomery seemed to believe that I was her boyfriend or something for the first three hours I ..</description>
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			<title>Caterina and Lucille and What Just Happened?</title>
			<description>	Drummond looked a little shocked to hear her yell so loud, but Sherlock looked confused as to why she was there for a minute.&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Okay, come sit down and tell us everything. Start to finish.&amp;rdquo; The girl looked at me and nodded just the tiniest bit, and followed my direction to sit down...</description>
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			<title>The (Mis)Adventures of Sherlock Holmes</title>
			<description>A Sherlock story (not a fanfic, I promise); written with some slight twists.</description>
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			<title>I Was Hungry</title>
			<description>I stand over the bloody bodies of my boyfriend and my history partner.&quot;I was hungry... I'm always hungry... I can't stop myself, J. I can't.. I'm sorry...&quot; My angst-ridden vampire boyfriend murmured.&quot;Well, you couldn't have eaten someone else? My history project is due in three weeks!&quot;My partner ope..</description>
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			<title>Fast Cars and Broken Dreams, or How It All Started</title>
			<description>It's kind of difficult to tell what someone is thinking. Actually, it is very nearly impossible.You see, despite the entire Internet's repertoire of body language, facial expressions, and anything else that pops up under 'how to tell what someone is thinking' in a Google search, it is still close ..</description>
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			<title>Dear Universe...</title>
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			<title>Sherlock From The Beginning</title>
			<description>	I&amp;nbsp;met Sherlock Holmes because she ran into me. Literally. I was walking down the street after getting fired from my job at the bank, and suddenly she just appeared. Sprinting at breakneck speed, she somehow missed the six foot tall redhead in front of her. Rather than pausing to apologize or e..</description>
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