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			<title>New Person</title>
			<description>Short story exploring the forms relationships can take</description>
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			<title>Waves</title>
			<description>Evelyn lets out a soft moan asa particularly strong ocean wave massages her soles. &amp;ldquo;Crashing against one&amp;rsquo;sfeet. Crushing within one&amp;rsquo;s heart. Cruising beneath one&amp;rsquo;s ship. Calming throughone&amp;rsquo;s senses.&amp;rdquo; &amp;ldquo;Nothing rhymes, but it soundsprofound.&amp;rdquo;..</description>
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			<title>Papa</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;How are you feeling, Pa?&amp;rdquo; Pher scanned every inch of their phone screen, not being able to gather much from Zeno&amp;rsquo;s blank expression next to Ami&amp;rsquo;s face.&amp;ldquo;He&amp;rsquo;s doing well,&amp;rdquo; were facts reported through the trembling lips of a daughter scared of losing her fathe..</description>
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			<title>Talk To Me</title>
			<description>Triger warning: graphic description of depression, suggestion of self-harm</description>
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			<title>Train Trip</title>
			<description>I don&amp;rsquo;t deserve your friendship. How could I? -- When I want more between us -- how could I possibly?&amp;ldquo;Hey.&amp;rdquo; Khan knocked the spine of Near Yet Far against Ali&amp;rsquo;s thigh. &amp;ldquo;What do you think of this line?&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Which line?&amp;rdquo; Ali responded, not diverting their si..</description>
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			<title>Bondage</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Too tight.&amp;rdquo; Beth winced. &amp;ldquo;Two fingers, remember?&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m sorry.&amp;rdquo; Linh loosened up the ropework around Beth&amp;rsquo;s wrist.&amp;ldquo;No worries.&amp;rdquo; Beth scooted closer and started gently patting the back of Linh&amp;rsquo;s hand. &amp;ldquo;It didn&amp;rsquo;t hurt or anyt..</description>
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			<title>The Kiss</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Want one?&amp;rdquo; Theresa offered Boyd acigarette from her packet, not bothering to take her eyes off the hazing fraternitymembers next door.&amp;ldquo;Nah. I&amp;rsquo;m good.&amp;rdquo; Despite his mouthitching to smoke something, Boyd could see that there was only one singlecigarette left i..</description>
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			<title>Glossary</title>
			<description>Just a glossary for terms used by beings of the Third Universe.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2-2: Like a Mirror</title>
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			<title>Chapter 2-1: Chores</title>
			<description>The story enters its next phase.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1-3: Apprentice</title>
			<description>Mission 3Apprentice&amp;nbsp;The next morning, I woke up froma Dream that showed Ellen being touched on the buttocks without asking forconsent first. Specifically, I woke up from the shared fear and helplessnessfrom the loathsome violation they felt at the time. Curiosity about the cul..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1-2: Guardian</title>
			<description>Mission 2Guardian&amp;nbsp;The Deities of the Third Universe,or simply &amp;lsquo;The Deities,&amp;rsquo; were the first rulers of the Third Universe as well asthe ones that initially brought order to the otherwise uncivilized society. Historiansand writers referred to the Deities with common ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1-1: Erasure</title>
			<description>Chapter 1Mirror-Mission 1Erasure&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;What are you doing?&amp;rdquo; an enforcercalled out to me from the opposite side of the street.Stepping aside so that I didn&amp;rsquo;tblock the entrance of the grocery store, I answered. &amp;ldquo;Just buying dinner,Enforcer.&amp;rdquo; I showed them the bag of..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 15 &amp; 16</title>
			<description>Chapter 15Coffee or Tea&amp;nbsp;Tuesday, November 8th17:40 (Svend)Still worried about Penny, I followed her to make sureshe was fine. As expected, she made a long stop to the restrooms. I wasn&amp;rsquo;tgoing to be the creep that follows her inside (even though it wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be w..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 13 &amp; 14</title>
			<description>Trigger warning: (legal) drug use</description>
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			<title>Darkness</title>
			<description>A short story told from the perspective of a certain animal</description>
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			<title>Chapter 11 &amp; 12</title>
			<description>Trigger warning: consumption of pornography</description>
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			<title>Chapter 9 &amp; 10</title>
			<description>Trigger warning: drug use</description>
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			<title>Chapter 7 &amp; 8</title>
			<description>Chapter 7System&amp;nbsp;Wednesday, November 2nd08:30 (Svend)The first day of this term&amp;rsquo;s midterm exams started asper usual with several fellow students glancing at me, hinting either a thanks-for-yesterdayor a counting-on-you. I reported for duty at the teacher&amp;rsquo;s lounge, a..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5 &amp; 6</title>
			<description>Chapter 5Rematch&amp;nbsp;Tuesday, September 7th08:50 (Svend)It was time for a rematch, and Ms. Asrat&amp;rsquo;s face said itall when I approached her.&amp;ldquo;Mr. Hjorth,&amp;rdquo; she greeted, likely out of politeness.&amp;ldquo;Ms. Asrat.&amp;rdquo; I smiled. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;d like to clea..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3 &amp; 4</title>
			<description>Trigger warning: drug use</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1 &amp; 2</title>
			<description>Chapter 1Deal&amp;nbsp;Friday, September 3rd10:24 (Svend)Brad&amp;rsquo;s monologue in thebackground, I was engrossed in hypothesizing why Ms. Asrat gave me the same responseas other students. I reexamined my report card:It was the first time in mywhole life a teacher did not com..</description>
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			<title>Prologue: Orientation</title>
			<description>Friday, September 3rd08:46 (Svend)The day I dreaded the most inall the 365 days of the year had come. The worst moment would start in at least14 minutes, and all I could do to calm myself down was rereading an ebook on myphone.&amp;ldquo;Yo!&amp;rdquo; Brad, my most tolerableclassmate, gre..</description>
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			<title>The Presence of a Question (on pause)</title>
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			<title>Prologue: U-Pow</title>
			<description>This can&amp;rsquo;t bethe end. This can&amp;rsquo;t f*****g be how this story ends. There must be more. Theremust be. Why me? Why was I cursed with this damned &amp;lsquo;ability?&amp;rsquo; Captain save me.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Hearing Eddra, my guardian, callmy na..</description>
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			<title>Third Universe</title>
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			<title>19. GGWP</title>
			<description>Wednesday, July 27th21:21 (Gerald)&amp;ldquo;Before I wrapped my G stringaround John&amp;rsquo;s neck, I didn&amp;rsquo;t expect myself to be here, sitting pathetically infront of a video camera, operated by the man that busted my balls, confessingto killing three men and attempting to kill another ..</description>
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			<title>Re: New Year, Old Pain</title>
			<description>Dear Wathanya,It has been a while, hasn't it? I'm sorry that I didn't reply to Perfectionism and some other letters. I'm also sorry to hear that you are slightly overwhelmed by life. And, you are right; you don't need to make excuses. You don't owe me, or anyone, explanations of why you do or don't ..</description>
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			<title>New Year, Old Pain</title>
			<description>Dear Journal,It's been a while since we last talked. I know I don't need to make excuses for not talking to you, but I want you to know it has been a combination of temporary technical issues, school, and life.&amp;nbsp;Just so you know, I've been taking good care of my physical health, though I did cat..</description>
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			<title>Epilogue: Change of Plans</title>
			<description>Wednesday, July 28th9:30 (Kanta)&amp;ldquo;Thank you for staying withus,&amp;rdquo; the receptionist said to me with a smile when I returned the key card.I smiled back. &amp;ldquo;By the way,can I still have some tea at the hotel restaurant?&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Indeed. And would you like us..</description>
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			<title>18. Love and War</title>
			<description>Tuesday, July 27th16:39 (Aiden)As soon as I got back to HQ, Ihad someone look up the phone number we got from Kingston; but that took time,so I decided to spend my time doing something productive like investigatingother cases. Two trips to forensics, a tripto CSI lounge, and th..</description>
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			<title>17. Supply</title>
			<description>Tuesday, July 27th13:52 (Marlon)&amp;ldquo;I simply tore off one of thebandages he had always been using to mend his broken-to-pieces self.&amp;rdquo; TAW supportshimself up. &amp;ldquo;Let&amp;rsquo;s go. We&amp;rsquo;ve got work to do.&amp;rdquo;He&amp;rsquo;s not gonna ask aboutGerald&amp;rsquo;s eye color? I re..</description>
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			<title>16. Long-Lasting</title>
			<description>Tuesday, July 27th12:47 (Kanta)When I got to the restaurant,Robyn and Ash were already at a table. Ash seemed well rested, so I didn&amp;rsquo;t askhow she was and went on to order a random pho. While we were waiting for ourfood, Robyn was looking around every couple of seconds, so I decided..</description>
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			<title>15. Enemy</title>
			<description>Tuesday, July 27th12:00 (Aiden)&amp;ldquo;I think this is it.&amp;rdquo; Ichecked the name and address of the Vietnamese restaurant at the end of thestreet for the fifth time. &amp;ldquo;Yeah, I think this is it.&amp;rdquo;Gabriel scratched his head andturned away slightly. &amp;ldquo;You said that two ..</description>
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			<title>14. Shift</title>
			<description>Tuesday, July 27th11:03 (Aiden)At work, I was placing my secondcup of coffee on my desk when Gabriel said my name in hushed tones.&amp;ldquo;What?&amp;rdquo; I sat down and leaneda little closer to him.&amp;ldquo;About last night&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Yeah, we were interrupted.&amp;rdquo;&amp;l..</description>
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			<title>13. Inheritance</title>
			<description>Monday, July 26th18:03 (Marlon)After calling Mother to giveher the news and wasting hours and hours by listening to her babble on abouthow good of a child Vince was (seriously, Mother, what about me? Do you knowhow hard it is to get your flight date changed? I did that! Notice me and my..</description>
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			<title>12. Not Theories; Hypotheses</title>
			<description>Monday, July 26th20:19 (Aiden)&amp;ldquo;&amp;hellip; But the fact that thevictims don&amp;rsquo;t have any direct connection to each other doesn&amp;rsquo;t support this&amp;lsquo;revenge&amp;rsquo; hypothesis,&amp;rdquo; I ended my part.&amp;ldquo;You know,&amp;rdquo; Gabriel swalloweda whole chicken nugget, befo..</description>
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			<title>11. Thicker than the Water of the Womb</title>
			<description>Monday, July 26th11:11 (Marlon)&amp;ldquo;A week!&amp;rdquo; my manager&amp;rsquo;s annoyinglyhigh-pitched voice blasts from my phone, turning the head of the lone officer thatis monitoring me in the interrogation room slightly. &amp;ldquo;We have to finish thedraft of the company&amp;rsquo;s commercial..</description>
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			<title>10. The Absolute Worst</title>
			<description>Monday, July 26th09:00 (Marlon)In an attempt to calm myselfdown and prepare to check out, I pack my clothes into my small suitcase and zipit shut. This trip has been a hugedisappointment. Roberta was whining like a b***h, Kanta ignored my warning andwent on with her stupid orgy..</description>
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			<title>9. Questions and more Questions</title>
			<description>This is a long one.</description>
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			<title>8. CBT</title>
			<description>Sunday, July 25th13:02 (Kanta)While Robyn&amp;rsquo;s backpack simplylooked heavier than usual, Sera was carrying a noticeably larger purse than herevery-day one, showing clearly that they both brought their own toys.&amp;ldquo;Okay.&amp;rdquo; I locked and chainedthe door, just in case Vivi..</description>
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			<title>7. Ashes to Ashes</title>
			<description>Sunday, July 25th08:32 (Kanta)The feeling of a twistingknife in my heart tore me away from dreamland back to reality. I clutched myshirt and pushed it against my chest, turning sideways in dire hopes to lessenthe pain.&amp;nbsp;As Ishut my eyes and clenched my teeth, salt-water traced acro..</description>
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			<title>6. The Lovers</title>
			<description>Sunday, July 25th03:13 (Aiden)&amp;ldquo;Detective Aiden Wall?&amp;rdquo; anofficer asked after he exited his dispatch car. The shiny parts of his uniformreflected the beam from said car as he walked toward me and the body.&amp;ldquo;Yes.&amp;rdquo; I stood up,unintentionally piercing his eyes with ..</description>
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			<title>5. Back to Reality</title>
			<description>Trigger warning: some depictions of rape</description>
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			<title>3. Does Not Rhyme With Jayden</title>
			<description>Saturday, July 24th17:38 (Aiden)Polkinston Police Department welcomedme to my first day of work with a crossword above a paper that listed casecodes of unsolved violent crimes, so after completing the crossword, I had beenlooking up the cases and assigning jobs to the forensics departmen..</description>
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			<title>2. Status</title>
			<description>Saturday, July 24th21:42 (Kanta)After having Chinese cuisineand getting to know each other, I brought up the topic of STIs as we waited fordessert.&amp;ldquo;I took a photo of every pageof my result.&amp;rdquo; Sera fidgeted with her phone before turning to Robyn. &amp;ldquo;Babe, canyou create a grou..</description>
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			<title>4. The Other N-Word</title>
			<description>Saturday, July 24th17:30 (Marlon)Seeing Kanta enter her room, Ileap from my end of the corridor to the entrance before I forget how many stepsshe took. 15 steps from the elevator; that would be room 1103.&amp;nbsp;With that, I continue on mypath to the stairs to descend to my own room a few floo..</description>
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			<title>Perfectionism</title>
			<description>Dear Journal,&amp;nbsp;Another two weeks have passed.&amp;nbsp;A super-typhoon/hurricane was approaching Japan last weekend, and everything from Chubu to prefectures north of Tokyo were cancelled -- including the club performance I was supposed to be one of the two vocals. Fortunately for Nagoya, it made a ..</description>
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			<title>1. a^2 + b^2 = c^2</title>
			<description>I had arrived at Qing Jiang&amp;#2013266048;&quot;arestaurant Robyn picked for this pre-orgy meeting&amp;#2013266048;&quot;a little earlier than Icalculated, so I waited outside, studying my surroundings to prevent my mindfrom circling back to the phone call from earlier kill time.The stairs to the entrance..</description>
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			<title>Prologue: Bubbles</title>
			<description>Saturday, July 24th14:53 (Kanta)&amp;ldquo;Is that the one with your toys?&amp;rdquo;Sera, my only girlfriend currently, pointed at the smaller of the two suitcasesI was dragging in her direction.&amp;ldquo;Actually&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; I stopped a fewsteps before her and manifestly glanced at the larger one,..</description>
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