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			<title>The Mad Alchemist - An Affair With Le Strudels</title>
			<description>Want to heat up a strudel you ate yesterday? Keep reading. </description>
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			<title>The Sound of Water</title>
			<description>The Sound of Water-Water. Drips of the translucent stuff tapped the liquid mesa of a faux crystal punch bowl, and pulsed with every rep. The sound is curious and quaint. Ted looked past his knuckles as interlaced fingers anchored the circumventing arms around his lower leg bones. The room was still,..</description>
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			<title>Shouldn't</title>
			<description>Cathartic eclampsia </description>
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			<title>Aristocracy in the Heart</title>
			<description>I have no idea where this is going to go. I'm just gonna' tap it to life. If it needs mouth to mouth, so be it.</description>
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			<title>Beware the Wickless Candle</title>
			<description>A Hobby Lobby Craft Gone Bad</description>
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			<title>The Hidden Chamber</title>
			<description>May my days not blend together into the tapestry of a stranger who does not even know himself. </description>
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			<title>Through Rest and Strife</title>
			<description>A final word rings in the ear. Silence - and a speeding heart rhythmically dances with its partner, rapid breaths. &quot;What can I say to that?&quot; My words must commit apoptosis. They are cancerous mutants that will surely spoil the next morning if I give birth to them now.So I wont.My mind remembers anci..</description>
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