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			<title>I'm Along for the Ride</title>
			<description>&quot;Yo, pick up a dutch before you come.&quot;S**t, I don't even know how to do that. I don't know if I've got to show ID, I don't know what flavor to get, I don't even know how much they cost. Why do we need a dutch anyway? Can't we just smoke out of a bong or something?I walked into that 7-11 feeling so u..</description>
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			<title>Independence Day</title>
			<description>I'm 8 years old, and it's the Fourth of July,the sprinklers in the yard are our shelter from the insufferable heat.My pops is in the shed, filling up the cooler with Buds,Mom is picking up the catered desserts.I wear my red, white &amp;amp; blue tank top,because any other color today would seem treasono..</description>
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			<title>Veiled Enemies</title>
			<description>Before anything, before you even learn my name, I gotta tell you that I am real. I may not exist - at least not in your world - but I&amp;nbsp;am&amp;nbsp;real. Don't assume what's physically real to be what's only real.My name is Alyssa. This is my story.Months ago, a man named Ian Deserio attended a write..</description>
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			<title>Props</title>
			<description>You know those mornings where every single detail in the world around you seems much more amplified than usual? Either it is amplified, or you are just paying much more attention to everything than you usually would. As if you knew that tomorrow the world around you would start to fade, so you felt ..</description>
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			<title>lake</title>
			<description>Jacob was a simple man.Each summer for the past few years, he stayed at his lake house up in New Hampshire for two months. He was a school teacher, and so summers were his vacation time. With no responsibilities back home, he found this to be the perfect time to escape from his world and spend some ..</description>
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			<title>Foreign Land</title>
			<description>I feel like I've awokenBut I'm never truly sureAnd the question has no answerI guess that's what dreams are for&amp;nbsp;This happens almost daily nowIt's come almost routineYou'd think that I could tell by nowBetween real life and a dream&amp;nbsp;But no, it's still ..</description>
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			<title>Let's Call it A Scientist's Confession</title>
			<description>If you've never come into contact with the Yulon Virus, consider yourself quite lucky.&amp;nbsp;If you've never known anyone who has suffered from the Yulon Virus, consider yourself quite lucky.&amp;nbsp;If you've never heard of the Yulon Virus, consider yourself quite lucky.A few years back, this country h..</description>
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			<title>White Walls</title>
			<description>The classroom in Hugh Hall was my favorite. I think the painting on the walls was called Bone. Not white. Never white.The seats bent backwards with your body when you felt like leaning back, so you would never tip over, and the desks swung outwards from the little side compartment next to your seat...</description>
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			<title>Monster</title>
			<description>The darkness crept upon the house, leaving us all in a dreamlike state, wondering whether this was all real or imagined.I looked for my love, but she had disappeared through the door to no other side.I felt like disappearing too, but my strength had been taken from me. My friends - my team, my power..</description>
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			<title>Powerless</title>
			<description>A man took a walk along the river. Sun shining and music blaring in his ear through the 2 dollar headphones he had purchased three days earlier, he felt at peace. The river was bluer than most of the other polluted bodies of water he had come across in his life, yet not so blue as to be regarded as ..</description>
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			<title>The Detoxification</title>
			<description>I try not to think too intensely about The Detoxification.From what I hear, it&amp;rsquo;s not wise to dwell on thoughts that are outside your rangeof comprehension. Take, for example, our thoughts of death. We don&amp;rsquo;t know wherewe are going or who we&amp;rsquo;ll be, so when you start to think ab..</description>
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