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			<description>&quot;Sorry Im late!&quot; Lana said brethlessly as she half skipped half ran into her office.&amp;nbsp;Cari hardly glanced up as the whirlwind of her boss flew passed her desk with paperwork in her wake.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Has anyone called?&quot; Lana appeared at her office doorway, still gasping for breath. She leant he..</description>
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			<title>2.</title>
			<description>Tuesday. Nine fifteen. She was late. She should have left the house fifteen minutes ago. He was worried. Was she ill? Had she hurt herself? Slipped in the shower? He felt the familiar heat rush through his veins and the image of her showering&amp;nbsp;filled his mind.&amp;nbsp; He shook his head. Damn i..</description>
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			<title>1.</title>
			<description>His eyes reminded me of those of a cat&amp;rsquo;s eyes. Dark anddaring yet bright andplayful. He was aware and alert. His movements gracefulyet mischevious.His eyes stuck to me as he made his way across the room. Theygently followed the shape of my body up and down. He stopped occasionall..</description>
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			<title>I Scream</title>
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			<title>Journal Entry</title>
			<description>I am a forgotten journal entryOn a page you left untouched.My words speak of isolation,Depression,ConfusionAnd hurt.My dents - a ghost of a scarOf the moment your pen touched.I was once a pure clean surfaceThen you scribbled on my skin.Your words,They hurtWhen you wrote them.God help me, I felt that..</description>
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			<title>We're all a little pessimistic</title>
			<description>My friend thinks she'sA horrible person.I&amp;nbsp;would completely disagree,If not for the fact,That every human being,Without fail,Is a horrible person.Wait.Is that my pessimism talking?No.I completely disagree!She is a lovely person.We love her.Care for herAnd she does for us...Are we all a little pe..</description>
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			<title>My Sweet Dog</title>
			<description>You're sweeter than a pick-a-mix,More vibrant than a rose.Your eyes were loyal and caring,Same colour as your nose.Your fur was like a velvet shrug,Softer than a cloud.Your loyalty and caring,Always made us proud.You were always happy and helpful.Always happy to try.Your fur was snow coloured softne..</description>
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