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		<description>The original writings of author Cake Box</description>
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			<title>Benches and Raindrops</title>
			<description>Dear Readers,There has never been a time where I have been in familiar company. &amp;nbsp;I am writing this letter to explain myself and the events that have led to my choice to become a familiar face. I can think of no better place to start than the middle of my life. &amp;nbsp;Ordinary and unremarkable, t..</description>
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			<title>Introduction</title>
			<description>IntroductionDear Readers,If you are out there, please lend me your ear. &amp;nbsp;If, as I suspect, I have no readers and no fans, then this memoir is simply an echo of my own voice bouncing off the walls. I want someone to hear me. &amp;nbsp;I hope someone will look at me and see what I have become. &amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>Unemployed</title>
			<description>Of course my life would come to this.</description>
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			<title>The Subconscious According to Freud</title>
			<description>What we dream can make our suppressed selves cringe.  </description>
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			<title>She Used Hypnosis </title>
			<description>Introducing Queen Bee in all her glory</description>
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			<title>I Stole My Rose Bushes From Someone Else's Garden</title>
			<description>Stealing may have been the only way to emulate Better Homes and Gardens. Darn the peat moss between my toes.</description>
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			<title>The Divine &amp; Dirty Life Lessons</title>
			<description>Perhaps today one little filth-inspired comment will taint your world for the better.</description>
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			<title>Fighting Hearts</title>
			<description>Free verse.</description>
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			<title>The Psychology of a Lime</title>
			<description>The bitter tale of an unfortunate scoundrel. Miss Marple you only WISH you could solve this! However the conclusion is as skeptical as the skeptics. </description>
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