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			<title>speaking of Emmet</title>
			<description>I sat down beside Michael in the tech booth&quot;I need some advice&quot;, I half whispered. He took a long look at the computer before him, then turned to me.&quot;what is it?&quot; &quot;I wanna ask a guy out&quot; I blurted. He sighed and thought about it.&quot;who?&quot;I contemplated if I should tell him. Michael and i were..</description>
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			<title>Questioning Emmet</title>
			<description>It wasn't plaid. He was wearing the black sweater he'd worn the day before. It made him almost invisible backstage. Despite the red tint of the light, he appeared almost colorless. A dark figure, skulking in the corner, whispering static commands into his headset. It was oddly...peaceful. No color, ..</description>
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			<title>Hearing Emmet</title>
			<description>I was in the theater building the next day for rehearsals. The techies were communicating over intercom and every couple minutes I heard Emmet's hushed voice requesting actors to come to stage right. Only a moment later, It was my name being called to stage. I went and watched Emmet till my entrance..</description>
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			<title>Watching Emmet</title>
			<description>6 hours later, I found myself backstage. Voices around me chattered and I could hardly tell Emmet's from the rest. I could imagine what he looked like, though. Dark brown, curly hair and matching eyes. Wearing a black jacket I'd seen him wear before, fitting perfectly on his somewhat lanky figure. A..</description>
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			<title>Helping Emmet</title>
			<description>Emmet wore plaid today. I noticed around lunch time. Plaid reminds me of someone. I won't say who. It doesn't matter.Emmet was late to math class. I was almost worried he wouldn't come. At the last moment he came in the door with his familiar walk. His walk was unique because he recently got som..</description>
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			<title>Meeting Emmet</title>
			<description>This is all about Emmet, in case you couldn't tell from the title. Emmet deserves a book, seeing as he practically is one. There's to many similes to explain, just trust me. He was a book. I know it sounds crazy, just keep reading.I haven't known Emmet for very long. I only moved into the same t..</description>
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			<title>Following Emmet Klark</title>
			<description>A story of what it was like to stalk Emmet Klark</description>
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