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			<title>Horse Racing and Codeine </title>
			<description>Alison pulled in close, I could feel her skin and the length of her muscles press up warm against my chest. She kissed me on the cheek. In my half sleep I turned my mouth towards her and kissed her hard on the mouth. She fell back asleep like that. I lay awake a while to think.You can say what y..</description>
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			<title>Zach and Marie's Pleasure Penthouse</title>
			<description>It was as though they had been waiting for me to arrive. I saw them there sitting on the couch. Marie looking poised and perfect in her pencil skirt and blouse, sitting with her hands in her lap. Zach looking burley and kind and awkward with his big a*s beard and horn rim glasses and his blazer, and..</description>
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			<title>The Cabin on the Hill (working title)</title>
			<description>James opened the drivers side door, stepped out into a shallow puddle in the car park, which had been dug up by tree roots and walked towards the bar with the same nervous half swagger he always wore. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t cold, but it wasn&amp;rsquo;t hot either, it was one of those&amp;nbsp; in between nights i..</description>
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			<title>Adrian and the Hustler </title>
			<description>I get off the plane and they come at me straightaway,&amp;nbsp;Madrid instantly feels like a life time ago. Everywhere people arehassling me, they won't leave me alone, they won't stop. My clothes areuncomfortable, the smell is a mixture of spices, leather and chick..</description>
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			<title>The Pointless Lives of Stray Animals</title>
			<description>Dear Sarah,When I was young I used to watch the strayshanging out at the park and I always thought; those pointless f***s. You know?Those poor f*****g dogs. Domesticated strays gotta be pretty uniquelyun-equipped to survive on their own. We bred them into ..</description>
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