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			<title>This Flesh</title>
			<description>Thisflesh will,Consume,Andconsume and consume,&amp;nbsp;Andeven after the last bite,Itwill hunger for more,Andmore, and more...</description>
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			<title>In With Her.</title>
			<description>An old piece I found in one of my old notebooks from high school. I was definitely a goth who loved his flash fiction..</description>
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			<title>My Mask.</title>
			<description>We All Wear One.</description>
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			<title>The Boy With The Bow Tie</title>
			<description>The boy with the bow tie wascompletely still. His mother sat next to him, with a ring of red surroundingher eyes. She adjusted his bow tie.&amp;ldquo;Iwant you to look your very best,&amp;rdquo; she said, trying to fight back tears.&amp;ldquo;Doyou remember when your uncle Danny died?&amp;rdquo; s..</description>
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