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			<title>Sleepwalker</title>
			<description>I was here again. For the third time this week, damnit. I woke up laying face down on the cemetery ground, and a mouthful of dirt. My shrink was positive I was sleep walking, but until last fall, I hadn't had even the slightest notion of such things. 	I rose up, brushed my khakis off, and headed for..</description>
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			<description>I stood in Sophies doorway for what seemed like ten years, gathering the butterflies in my body to a halt. I hated that feeling, but this was for something good at least. I breathed in steady, and calmed myself. I thought to myself &quot; When was the last time I had sex?&quot; &amp;nbsp;I can't even remember, th..</description>
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			<title>What Has Been Lost, Will Be Lost Again</title>
			<description>&quot;There's no such thing....&quot; I mumbled as I noticed my face felt searing hot. Something wasn't right about anything right now, all I knew is I needed to make a run for it. This woman was deadly.</description>
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