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			<title>The Glory Days</title>
			<description>	I remember every detail about the day Billy was born. The way the hospital smelled of sterility and fresh paint. The busy sounds of carts being pushed down the hall, nurses flipping through charts, excited families chattering amongst themselves; awaiting news, bells and buzzers and newly born cryin..</description>
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			<title>Fluffy the Curious Bunny</title>
			<description>	Finally, a free night to get out on the town and just my luck absolutely no one is available! It's late fall here and the evenings are beginning to get chilly, so I bundle up in my new yellow wool trench and head out solo. The neat little flat I rent is only a few blocks out of the city and I'm in ..</description>
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			<title>Through the Eyes of Others</title>
			<description>I glance at youfrom the corner of my eyeI turn my headthe other wayI lack compassionto know the hows and whys of your sufferingYou ask for sparechange&amp;ldquo;Anything helps&amp;rdquo;so says your cardboard signAnd years later,karma takes her revengeNow, I hold thesig..</description>
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