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			<title>Inner Battles</title>
			<description>Inner Battles Tryingto pull it together as she walked down the school hallway was the hardest part.The way she heard her sneakers and only her sneakers echo on the floor, the wayshe counted her steps as she drew closer to a door she did not want to enter.It was two-o-something. There wer..</description>
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			<title>The Robot Voice </title>
			<description>based on a tale by a friend</description>
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			<title>Life or Living</title>
			<description>11 PM and I wrote this in ten minutes so it will probably come down by tomorrow . . . </description>
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			<title>Plane Ride (Little Drabble #1)</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I amwhere you see the sun in the early morning; where the sky will vary in hues ofpink and red and yellow-orange, like the ones that remind you of fresh fruit inthe summer. Where a bright golden orb of hope and a promise of a fresh start rises..</description>
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