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			<title>meat</title>
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			<title>sick</title>
			<description>she clenched the cigarette between her dry lips the sound of the streetlights buzzingher heart weakened when the thoughts of him rippled through her headher body coldher mind numb she was sick</description>
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			<description>his breath thawed to a whispera slow sweep of stars began to wane across the ink black sky his eyes were filmya bead of water slid down his numb skinshe had made his life colorfulnow all he saw was grey and muted pastelsthe beat of his heart was not a delicate rythmbut nothing more tha..</description>
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