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			<title>Natural Selection</title>
			<description>natural selection&amp;ldquo;HAVE YOU eaten today, Laurie?&amp;rdquo;Of course I have eaten. I&amp;rsquo;m no anorexic. And besides... I&amp;rsquo;mgetting over it. I still thought of my ripped apart sandwich at lunch today,and the nibbled Cheese Nips I had accidentally let sit in..</description>
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			<title>Minni Mae</title>
			<description>minni mae&quot;OH MY God, it&amp;rsquo;s Laurie!&amp;rdquo;The woman, around 60 or 65 came waddling over to me from theother side of the cul-de-sac, the house on to the right of Rachel&amp;rsquo;s.I had just walked into Rain Street after the bus had droppedme off. Besides havi..</description>
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			<title>First Day</title>
			<description>first dayI REMEMBER the very firstday of third grade, when we had moved from Bethel, Maine to Richfield,Connecticut where we lived for eight years. My mother, Heather Singer took meto school that day,&amp;nbsp; and I was so nervousin my pink sweater with white hearts,..</description>
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			<title>Joe</title>
			<description>joe&amp;ldquo;LAURIE, SWEET heart. Wake up.&amp;rdquo;Aunt Rachel was kneeling beside my bed, smelling of sweetperfume and wearing matchingsatin pajamas. &amp;ldquo;You didn&amp;rsquo;t come for dinner last night.&amp;rdquo;I took a deep breath in through my nose, rubbing my ey..</description>
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			<title>Beginning</title>
			<description>beginning THE WINDOW startedto streak with rain, gliding down the glass. Each drop would meet my eyes,reflecting the green, and then disappear. The rain got harder, punishing, whileit splashed the windows. I began to pull myself up from the window after thecab d..</description>
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			<title>My Girl, Laurie</title>
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