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	<description>No Poem Is the Only Poem. No Story Is the Only Story.</description>
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		<title>Women in Groups</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Yvette nodded. “I hear you. I’ll probably keep going, though. I like the doughnuts. And the structure. I really need the structure.” Her voice quavered then, holding back a sob. “The house is lonely without Jasper. Especially in the mornings. You’d think I’d miss him more at night, but it’s the mornings that get me. The way only my side of the bed is messed up. That just kills me.”]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Influences</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[For twenty or so years, I wrote children’s books, largely because I lived in a house with children. When they grew up, I started writing short stories. I like the precision required, the necessity of focusing on small moments and quiet revelations.]]></description>
		
		
		
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