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		<description>The original writings of author Katherine Van Hook</description>
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			<title>Casper.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;When we were younger, Talia andI used to play funeral. We&amp;rsquo;d put a white sheet on the old brown corduroy couchin the den and take turns laying on it, while the other delivered a eulogy.We&amp;rsquo;d never been to a funeral, so our source material was limited to cartoonsand ..</description>
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			<title>The fortune-teller.</title>
			<description>The fortune-teller waves me over without looking away fromher cards. &amp;ldquo;Come, come,&amp;rdquo; she says, and the gems on her green nails catch thelamplight. I sigh at the sight of those God-awful nails. Maybe she&amp;rsquo;s a realfortune-teller, and the nails are just for show, something her boss..</description>
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			<title>Antsy.</title>
			<description>I manage to hold it together longenough to get inside the locker room. The second Elizabeth shuts the door Iimplode. &amp;ldquo;Ohh!&amp;rdquo; The sound that comes out ofmy mouth is halfway between a giggle and a scream. Wide-eyed, I slide to thefloor. &amp;ldquo;O..</description>
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			<title>Navy blue eyes.</title>
			<description>Colin</description>
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			<title>When the pain sets in.</title>
			<description>Running begins as an accident. </description>
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			<title>The man on the bus.</title>
			<description>The first time it happens I am onthe cross-town bus and it is raining, not that gentle, calming rain but thenasty, pounding rain that makes you cold for hours after you&amp;rsquo;ve gone inside. Istumble on, grab the first seat I see, and nearly tumble into the next..</description>
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			<title>Jolie's a slutbucket.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The Science Lecture Hall is quiet, so we can think about what we&amp;rsquo;ve doneto earn a place there, according to Mr. Mechem. More than a few regulars looksurprised as I walk in. It is October of my sophomore..</description>
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			<title>Holden Caufield is a sorry litle b***h.</title>
			<description>You hear all these stories abouthow people react when they find out they&amp;rsquo;re going to die. Their responses tendto be extreme. They either get really depressed, or resolve to live life to thefullest for the time they have left. Sometimes they don&amp;rsquo;t t..</description>
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			<title>Playing Death</title>
			<description>What would you do if you knew you were going to die? </description>
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