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			<title>I</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The brilliant glow of the orange flames extended along their backs, warming their depths, down to their very souls.  So beautiful, she had thought to herself.  So undoubtedly beautiful without air nor gravity to tame it.  It was far beyond their contro..</description>
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			<title>Claustrophobic Skies</title>
			<description>It is currently June 4th, 2008, and I just found two chapters of a book I'd written about four years ago, so I've decided to revise the atrocious stuff I've already got, and finish the story.
It takes place on a planet with three habitable crusts instead</description>
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			<title>Hooker Prose, 2004-08-09</title>
			<description>Please No CSS&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Her eyes opened slowly, painfully, as they did each morning, veiled in the shadows of her dark, confined room.&amp;nbsp; She rose from her bed silently, already dressed for her job, adjust..</description>
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