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			<title>Sad Truth About Sad People</title>
			<description>Theblack and white chess board made her sick, it seemed like the littlesquares were dancing in front of her eyes,the nausea weakened her and she closed her eyes to stop her head fromspinning. They didn't even play chess. The phone rang, its soundechoed in her body, it felt like a hand grip..</description>
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			<title>White Lines</title>
			<description>He kept his eyes focused, but his mind was elsewhere, the music inhis ears, the smell of tobacco in the air, the moment was pure andperfect, he could feel it, almost enjoy it, but he felt as though itcould not get past his skin, as if nothing could get past his skinanymore. White lines on th..</description>
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			<title>That Boy</title>
			<description>regret</description>
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			<title>The Lost Soul</title>
			<description>what it feels like losing someone, I think. </description>
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