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			<title>Short Story Draft</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;What do I remember? Why, I can&amp;rsquo;t remember anything at all. Who&amp;rsquo;s to say what I&amp;rsquo;ve done? I certainly don&amp;rsquo;t know. I&amp;rsquo;ve done my best, I suppose, and then sometimes I haven&amp;rsquo;t.&amp;rdquo;The old man sat up in a hospital bed, staring out a large picture window. O..</description>
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			<title>II</title>
			<description>The man in the alleywell he wrote me more than once that night.He stood hunched in the rainevery time I gathered strength to look out to him. His slight figure dripping, but he waited ever calm for my response.The man in the alleywith each passing night creeps closer to my window. Impe..</description>
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			<title>I</title>
			<description>You stand before meI can&amp;rsquo;t be sureMy eyes have seen this truth before. Your perfect hand embracing mine;your scent on my shoulderall that&amp;rsquo;s left behind.My heart it pounds a beat, somehow matching your thigh against me now.Your eyes, my verysoul they showI ca..</description>
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