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			<title>At The Top Of The Stairs</title>
			<description>He came home from work and found her at the top of the stairs, looking outside the window, at the blue horizon beyond the clouds. He wrapped his arms around her waist and smelled the scent of lavender on her neck. Her soft red hair rippled over her shoulder and they swayed in a dream-like trance. He..</description>
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			<title>The Past</title>
			<description>Sasha was bornin water; a small and delicate angel, weighing seven pounds. She was quietchild and did not cry when the midwife pulled her out of her mother&amp;rsquo;s womb. Wisps of white hair crowned her head as the other midwife cradled her. She suckled on her finger as she was ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairvoyantmars/1019116/</link>
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			<title>Hannah: A Witch's Daughter</title>
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			<title>Untitled</title>
			<description>a random story part that i absolutely love because it's just so adorable. don't know if i'll turn it into a story.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairvoyantmars/839268/</link>
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			<title>Well, Maybe It Was Meant To Be That Way</title>
			<description>to my boyfriend on our 8th monthsary in this long distance relationship of ours. :)) &lt;3 i love you.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairvoyantmars/818638/</link>
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			<title>Unread Letter</title>
			<description>the explanation to my &quot;story&quot; He Never Knew. this was about the guy i had a crush on before i met my current boyfriend.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairvoyantmars/803209/</link>
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			<title>Desires of the night</title>
			<description>What do I do while Ilong for you?While I shiver underthe sheets, just wanting youImagining yourslender fingers slipping through meThe warmth between mylegs increasingWhy do I want youthrough the night?The pleasure I craveI have to fightThis rich desire thatb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairvoyantmars/799854/</link>
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			<title>Under the Sheets</title>
			<description>Under the sheetsBare skin, vulnerabilityCaressed in satinPrivate solitude&amp;nbsp;Halfway thereBlurred mirageLonging for dreamsHigh off of love&amp;nbsp;Gentle caressA touch barely thereSoft hidden kissesSweet quiet sighs&amp;nbsp;Blush creeping o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairvoyantmars/776979/</link>
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			<title>Words</title>
			<description>Her voice lingers at the back ofher throatMouth closed, lips pressedAnd being shut inside those fourwallsShe has no need to speakFor there is no one to talk toExcept those voices in her headAnd the people from her memoriesNo music can make her singIf she does,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairvoyantmars/758688/</link>
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			<title>Writer's Block</title>
			<description>My mind&amp;rsquo;s at a blankI want to write but I can&amp;rsquo;tWhether with a pen in my handOr my fingers positioned above the keyboardThe words don&amp;rsquo;t comeI close my eyes for inspirationOr read something for motivationOr head outside for stimulationBut the paper..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairvoyantmars/756927/</link>
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			<title>Silence Kills</title>
			<description>What&amp;rsquo;s the point in shouting your nameWhen words can&amp;rsquo;t reach you, so you never cameWhy do I still reach out to thin airFor a lingering touch that was truly not there&amp;nbsp;The stains on my pillow, rumpled sheets on my bedMem&amp;rsquo;ries play over and over inside..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairvoyantmars/756666/</link>
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			<title>Cold Walls</title>
			<description>She cries the loneliness awayAnd shouts accusations in her headThey echo back into her shadowsAnd pulse throughout her empty shellTheir voices sound inside her mindHer quiet pleas are left unheardT&amp;rsquo;was such her lonely worldShe walks with placid routineNo aim..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairvoyantmars/756659/</link>
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			<title>The Unwanted</title>
			<description>The church choirbursts into song. The piano plays out the wedding march. Flower petals arescattered everywhere and everybody looks at the back to stare at the womanwalking down the aisle. Everyone but me. The room is filled with soft sighs andsmiles. All I do is stare ahead of me. The groo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairvoyantmars/738114/</link>
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			<title>The Neighbors Might Hear</title>
			<description>Be quiet, love, or the neighbors might hearYou sobbing into rumpled sheets.Those tear stained fabrics and ragged clothesHave folded in your sanity.&amp;nbsp;Be silent, hon, or the neighbors might hearYou crying out when you&amp;rsquo;re asleep.Those disturbed pillows and unkemp..</description>
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			<title>Nothing Can Stop Us</title>
			<description>She lies on the bed with the photo he gaveA moment, a memory, an artist can saveShe wonders if that smiling boy had known thenThat they'd fall in love. If only he knew whenDid he know that he'd give his first kiss to her?That things would never go back to what they wereTheir times spent together, th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairvoyantmars/736572/</link>
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			<title>Hot Water</title>
			<description>What would it feel like if hot rain fell from the sky?Burning and scorching all the passersbyWe&amp;rsquo;ll wonder if God&amp;rsquo;s angry and had to cryThose bittersweet tears that were wholly divine&amp;nbsp;What are those bright stars that fall from your eyes?They land on my shoul..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairvoyantmars/736111/</link>
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			<title>He Never Knew</title>
			<description>For the &quot;6-10 word story&quot; contest</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairvoyantmars/735459/</link>
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			<title>Beloved Andromache</title>
			<description>This was actually my homework in my English class. I loved it so much I had to put it in here. I hope you like it. It's about Hector and Andromache in the story the Iliad written by Homer.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairvoyantmars/734825/</link>
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			<title>What Difference?</title>
			<description>They said it wouldn&amp;rsquo;t work outDon&amp;rsquo;t find out way too lateThey said we&amp;rsquo;re just too differentWhat difference does it make?&amp;nbsp;We&amp;rsquo;d wake up in the morningIn our house by the seaYou gulping down your coffeeMe sipping at my tea&amp;nbsp;I ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairvoyantmars/734816/</link>
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			<title>Painting</title>
			<description>Colors mingle like the sunsetBlend with every stroke that&amp;rsquo;s madeDifferent types of every shadeThat, in time, begins to fade</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairvoyantmars/734814/</link>
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			<title>Letters of the Unrequited</title>
			<description>How&amp;rsquo;s it been going?An old friend saidDidn&amp;rsquo;t you say thatyou&amp;rsquo;d keep in touch?I&amp;rsquo;ve been down inlife latelyThough no progresshas happened muchI&amp;rsquo;ve been trying toreach you just nowAnd I&amp;rsquo;ve beenwondering if you&amp;rsquo;d tryTo hel..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairvoyantmars/734811/</link>
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			<title>Initiation</title>
			<description>Young fledglingslingerCuriosity strikes ajoltWhat test is there tofind one&amp;rsquo;s selfIn the depth of thisdarkened room?&amp;nbsp;Why must we reflect?What is there left toponder?Snatched at birth,stolen self worthPast this unlit gloom&amp;nbsp;No thou..</description>
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			<title>How We Dance</title>
			<description>Alone in my distant longingThe pitiful air I'm donningI close my eyes and wonderIn loneliness I ponderHow it feels to dance with youMaybe one night at eveningLove, this I'm just foreseeing,We'll walk towards the dance floorThe world around is no moreWhat does it feel to dance with you?Will you put y..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairvoyantmars/734248/</link>
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			<title>If I Had The Chance</title>
			<description>If I had thechance to see you once againTo kiss you andhold you and love till the end.If I had thechance to have you in my armsAnd mend all thebrokenness where it was torn&amp;nbsp;If I had thechance to wipe all of the tearsTo swallow andbrush away all of your fea..</description>
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			<title>Four</title>
			<description>FOUR&amp;nbsp;Thank God it&amp;rsquo;s a Friday. Julia thought.She was in her office, checking her e-mail on her laptop when she heard a knockon her door. It was Joseph. She hadn&amp;rsquo;t quite forgiven him for his comment aboutGrey, but he didn&amp;rsquo;t seem to notice that she was angry. ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairvoyantmars/731896/</link>
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			<title>Rainy Daze</title>
			<description>She finds comfort in the rain, a friend who shares pain with her.</description>
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			<title>Three</title>
			<description>THREE&amp;nbsp;It was seven PM and Julia was locking up her office.She had already finished the first article. She had decided that she wouldfinish the other one at home. There was no plan to go to the pub tonight; notlike she wanted to go back. She just couldn&amp;rsquo;t stand getting a ha..</description>
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			<title>Two</title>
			<description>TWO&amp;nbsp;Julia startedpacking her things at exactly six fifty-five.Before she opened the door, she looked around her new office, taking it all in:the scents, the feel, even the sounds of the bustling people outside. Finally,she turned the doorknob and saw Susan standing outside...</description>
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			<title>One</title>
			<description>ONE&amp;nbsp;Julia Stoneentered the tall glass building standing proudly beside the busy streets. Whenshe entered, she looked around in awe. The interior was clean and luxurious.There was plush furniture neatly distributed around the room. She headed to thereception.&amp;ldquo;Excuse..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairvoyantmars/731143/</link>
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			<title>Grey's Stone</title>
			<description>Julia Stone has a new job. But will her unexpected search for true love get in the way? And what was she do when the mysterious Grey Matthews triggers her curiosity?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairvoyantmars/731142/</link>
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			<title>Two</title>
			<description>CHAPTERTWOThe messageends, and the hologram of Dr. Lang vanished.&amp;ldquo;DeXter.&amp;rdquo; Isaid.&amp;ldquo;Yes, Dr. Taylor?&amp;rdquo;he says.&amp;ldquo;What cell isD24 in?&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Patient D24,Section D, Cell 32.&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Thank you.&amp;rdquo; Isaid.Before typing ..</description>
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			<title>One</title>
			<description>CHAPTER ONEI pass the cellsof the facility. The walls are off-white and the brightness of the fluorescentlights hurt my eyes. The cold air fills my lungs and I shiver in my thinall-white uniform as I roam the halls, my footsteps echoing on the marblefloor. Finally, I head to my desti..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairvoyantmars/729955/</link>
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			<title>Lotus Eaters</title>
			<description>Joseph Taylor has been caring for Foxtrot66 in the mental facility ever since his wife was murdered and her DNA was used for cloning. But he has discovered a flaw in the process. Can he save F66?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairvoyantmars/729953/</link>
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			<title>Angels</title>
			<description>Two poems about angels I wrote a long time ago.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairvoyantmars/727993/</link>
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			<title>Soul Eaters</title>
			<description>This piece was inspired by Chapter 14: An Honest Tradesman from Charles Dickens book, a Tale of Two Cities.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairvoyantmars/727981/</link>
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			<title>Dreams that Scar</title>
			<description>A girl leaves behind her lover to chase her dreams. But she doesn't forget the boy who pushed her on to follow her dreams.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/clairvoyantmars/727976/</link>
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			<title>Blue Collar</title>
			<description>A man, an affair, a death....</description>
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			<title>TEN</title>
			<description>Tuesday mornings weren&amp;rsquo;t any differentfrom any other morning. But Steph woke up to the cold &amp;nbsp;emptiness &amp;nbsp;of the hospital &amp;nbsp;room. Even &amp;nbsp;though the sunlight &amp;nbsp;was streaming through &amp;nbsp;the window, &amp;nbsp;the lights were still on. Her father wasn&amp;rsquo;t inthe room...</description>
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			<title>NINE</title>
			<description>It was a beautiful &amp;nbsp;Monday morning thought the skies were gray andit looked like rain. It seemed optimism was on Steph&amp;rsquo;s &amp;nbsp;thoughts today. &amp;nbsp;She jogged down the stairs and greeted herfather with a light kiss on the cheek.&amp;ldquo;What are you doing up?&amp;rdquo; he said...</description>
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			<title>EIGHT</title>
			<description>Things &amp;nbsp;started out &amp;nbsp;okay. They &amp;nbsp;talked about &amp;nbsp;different kinds of things. Then when theydecided &amp;nbsp;to head home, &amp;nbsp;things went &amp;nbsp;wrong. &amp;nbsp;They&amp;nbsp;both were standing &amp;nbsp;by the &amp;nbsp;door, then Steph &amp;nbsp;looked at him, &amp;nbsp;and suddenly &amp;nbsp;she felt..</description>
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			<title>SEVEN</title>
			<description>It was a Wednesday &amp;nbsp;afternoon. School &amp;nbsp;had ended, and Tim and Steph were at the oldmanor again. Steph brought over a battery &amp;nbsp;operated lamp, &amp;nbsp;and she &amp;nbsp;and Tim &amp;nbsp;were on the mat, hanging out. &amp;ldquo;What made you interested inpainting?&amp;rdquo; he asked her...</description>
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			<title>SIX</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;I &amp;nbsp;want &amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;tell you &amp;nbsp;something.&amp;rdquo; Steph heard &amp;nbsp;Tim say. &amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s about &amp;nbsp;Anthony, my twin.&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Uh, you don&amp;rsquo;t have to tell me, youknow. I totally understand.&amp;rdquo; She &amp;nbsp;saiduncom-fortably. &amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s yo..</description>
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			<title>FIVE</title>
			<description>It was &amp;nbsp;Monday, &amp;nbsp;recess, and &amp;nbsp;Timothy &amp;nbsp;was walking out of the cafeteria. His gold-brownhair &amp;nbsp;was messy &amp;nbsp;again, but &amp;nbsp;he still &amp;nbsp;didn&amp;rsquo;t have &amp;nbsp;the guts &amp;nbsp;to face &amp;nbsp;himself &amp;nbsp;in &amp;nbsp;t h emirror. &amp;nbsp;The &amp;nbsp;project &amp;nbsp;was to ..</description>
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			<title>FOUR</title>
			<description>Classes &amp;nbsp;had &amp;nbsp;ended&amp;nbsp;for the &amp;nbsp;day, and &amp;nbsp;Timothy &amp;nbsp;wondered &amp;nbsp;why &amp;nbsp;Stephanie&amp;nbsp;didn&amp;rsquo;t attend &amp;nbsp;today&amp;rsquo;s &amp;nbsp;class. &amp;nbsp;Does it &amp;nbsp;really take &amp;nbsp;that &amp;nbsp;longto &amp;nbsp;paint? He thought. He decided to goover to her house an..</description>
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			<title>THREE</title>
			<description>Timothy woke up thenext morning, miserable and frustrated. Anotherday in hell. He thought. If he could, he would just &amp;nbsp;move out. He &amp;nbsp;was eighteen after all. He could just run away&amp;nbsp;and find a job. &amp;nbsp;He could &amp;nbsp;leave, abandon &amp;nbsp;his &amp;nbsp;unsatisfying life, and star..</description>
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			<title>TWO</title>
			<description>Timothy was &amp;nbsp;in his classroom &amp;nbsp;again. His first day yesterday seemed bad enough,but now &amp;nbsp;that &amp;nbsp;people &amp;nbsp;knewwhat &amp;nbsp;he &amp;nbsp;looked like &amp;nbsp;they &amp;nbsp;seemedto swarm around him like ants &amp;nbsp;on a &amp;nbsp;piece &amp;nbsp;of candy. &amp;nbsp;When the &amp;nbsp;class &amp;nbsp;h..</description>
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			<title>ONE</title>
			<description>Eighteen-year-old StephanieCross dreaded getting out of&amp;nbsp; the&amp;nbsp; house. She &amp;nbsp;walked to the kitchen and found her fathersitting by the dining table, full steaming cup of &amp;nbsp;coffee in hand. She kissed him softly on hisforehead and whispered a goodbye. She already had enough of..</description>
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			<title>Cheating Death</title>
			<description>Stephanie Cross has a dark secret. Timothy Adams has a dark past. How will they fall in love?</description>
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			<title>EPILOGUE</title>
			<description>Kate and Jason flipped through their album and came tothe last page. Fourteen years had passed, and their marriage was still intact.There were the last two pictures, both of them in it, both pictures of them kissing.Memories of what had happened fourteen and twenty-eight years ago.They..</description>
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			<title>NINE</title>
			<description>Jason returned to his hotel after a few hours. Heflopped down on his bed and fell asleep.Jason woke up to his phone ringing. He looked drowsilyat the clock. It was eleven forty-five. Who could becalling at this hour? He let it ring, but the phone didn&amp;rsquo;t stop. Finally,he gave up..</description>
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