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			<title>The Train from Boston</title>
			<description>At 3:52, a scared young boy sat at the loading dock for the train from Boston. The train ran everyday at exactly 4:00. The station was crowded. People bumped and shoved and nearly knocked him over as they rushed past, paying no attention to him. Nor should they. He was nothing to them, nothing to no..</description>
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			<title>Aisle 3</title>
			<description>Todayjust needs to hurry up and be over. Everything is just going wrong. Todayshould have just happened. The flowers should have been right, the casketshould have closed &quot; damn Peter for having to take his entire Beanie Baby collection with him to the other side. No, Ishouldn&amp;rsquo;t think l..</description>
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