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			<title>Broken Narratives: Jars.</title>
			<description>They see each other at least once; sometimes twice.&amp;ldquo;You have to protect yourself.&amp;rdquo; &amp;#2013266048;&quot;However, this time, she felt a lot heavier than the other times; crushing, even.&amp;ldquo;You built those walls for a reason. Don&amp;rsquo;t let them fall down now.&amp;rdquo; &amp;#2013266048;&quot;Every singl..</description>
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			<title>Broken Narratives: Monsters.</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Do not cry. Do not be sad. There are only two things that would attract a Gorgon: tears and sadness.</description>
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			<title>In the cold bus</title>
			<description>She only managed an hour of sleep; but she &amp;nbsp;have to get up if she didn&amp;rsquo;t want to be left by her friends. Today, they will go to a resort. She told me that it was a place where humans go to every summer for a swim. A way to defeat the wrath of the sun. From what I know, when people go on o..</description>
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			<title>The Space of a Song</title>
			<description>Summer, 2015.The sound of metal clashing against another ate every noise as the train approached the station. Hurried footsteps echoed. The summer air, recorded today a few degrees short of the body temperature, caused every clothing to be soaked in sweat. The clock read two o&amp;rsquo;clock in the aft..</description>
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			<title>Broken Narratives: Abstracts.</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;I feel too much I&amp;rsquo;m breaking my own heart.&amp;rdquo; </description>
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