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	<description>No Poem Is the Only Poem. No Story Is the Only Story. No Kings.</description>
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		<title>The Birdcage</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[The following morning, Klink seemed totally fine, hopping about in the sunshine. He apparently had already forgotten the events of the preceding night. I told myself, “It was nothing.” Still, I couldn’t shake the thought that I didn’t know where Klink had come from, nor the unsettling feeling that maybe sometimes in that birdcage, he wasn’t alone.]]></description>
		
		
		
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