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	<description>No Poem Is the Only Poem. No Story Is the Only Story.</description>
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		<title>Cracks in the Sidewalk</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[He was about her age, twentysomething; he was also, somewhere under his filthy clothes and exploding dirty hair, good-looking. Handsome even. Drug addict, she concluded. Any second her Uber would be here.]]></description>
		
		
		
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		<title>Lynne Pickett&#8217;s When We Fell In Love</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[By high school I was sitting in front of a full-length mirror, staring at myself (as all teenagers do) and would tell stories into that mirror for hours as I completely lost track of time.]]></description>
		
		
		
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