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			<title>All We Are Is All Alone</title>
			<description>We went from bar to bar - rickety service elevators in meat-packing districts opening to purple velvet, fish tanks, designated make-out rooms, red lighting, drinks by the bottle. They paid for everything and introduced me to their &amp;lsquo;f*g hags&amp;rsquo;, one of whom was Ellen. She had black ..</description>
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			<title>Abandonment Like That Was Easier Then</title>
			<description>Tim slips a dollar into the jukebox and puts on James Brown as we scrub and mop, grooving across the soapy tile floors with energy brought on by the prospect of the shift&amp;rsquo;s end. He counts the tips while I collect the trash and take it out around the corner, where I run into Mary, who I..</description>
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			<title>How I Learn To Please</title>
			<description>The cracked yolk of the sun has broken over the red brick path in the center of town, and it still remains early enough to be quaint; most everyone is still sleeping, and the only ones out are the coffee-and-walk senior citizens, a few one-night stands gone wrong, the sullen employees hosing..</description>
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			<title>The Boy Is A Boy And The Fish Is A Fish</title>
			<description>Ernest Hemingway sucks. People talk about how great he is, but I bet they&amp;rsquo;re just saying it &amp;rsquo;cause that&amp;rsquo;s what they were taught. We had to read The Sun Also Rises in Mr. Hartley&amp;rsquo;s English class, and it&amp;rsquo;s boring as hell &amp;#2013266048;&quot; the guy is depressed and he ju..</description>
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			<title>Looking For Love In The Hall Of Mirrors</title>
			<description>I don&amp;rsquo;t like her as much on Friday nights. She dresses fancier, and puts on too much makeup, and laughs too hard at things I know she doesn&amp;rsquo;t think are funny. Her hair is puffier and her voice is tuned up an octave, as if she were reading the news or selling something on a shoppi..</description>
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			<title>Dancing In The Dark</title>
			<description>Seventh grade has been a complete mess. Everyone goes through rough patches, I suppose. Even cool people. Look at Bob Dylan. He&amp;rsquo;s pretty much the coolest, and even he had that period where he painted his face like a mime. I&amp;rsquo;ll bet people made fun of him, too, otherwise he probably..</description>
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