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			<title>Melting Sky</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Pestilence. N: a contagious orinfectious epidemic disease that is virulent and devastating; specif: Bubonic Plague&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;MELTING SKY&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then&amp;nbsp;Everyoneth..</description>
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			<title>The Subway (just for fun)</title>
			<description>Usually my stories and characters talk to me.  They tell me what they are doing, or what is being said; and all I do is write it down.  In this short piece, they stopped talking.  I waited.  Nothing.</description>
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			<title>Grace's Sweetheart:  Part Two</title>
			<description>New Neighbors</description>
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			<title>Grace's Sweetheart:  Part One</title>
			<description>A short story.  Something I started one time as a free write; I sat down with no thought in mind and just started to write.  The first sentence was what popped into mind.</description>
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