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		<title>The Break-up</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Written for 3 Word Wednesday Celia took a sip of wine and stepped back to admire her handiwork. &#8220;Perfect!  Look how your eyes follow the natural direction of color on the wall.  Maybe one last piece&#8230;&#8221; Tom stared, eyes glazed over. She held her fingers up in a square, squinting a little to get just [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Usual</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The only sounds in the room were the quiet tinkling of washed glassed being put back on the shelf, creating a beat for the soft murmur of conversation.  Soft lighting and muted colors completed the picture.  Her Manolo Blahniks clicked with each syncopated step across the terrazzo tiles. She placed a lozenge on her tongue [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lollipops and Corpses</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Lisa like to walk the track early in the morning but today was different.  There had been too much to do and by the time the shopping was done it was too hot.  Trevor helped her do a few chores around the apartment and grabbed them a couple of salads from the deli for supper.  [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Laughter Is The Best&#8230;</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Three Word Wednesday CXC: dread grasp pacify Dustin paced around the apartment, movements growing jerky as minutes ticked by.  He walked in erratic circles, closer to where she sat, knees pulled up, arms clasped tightly around her legs. She learned months ago that there was no point in trying to pacify him.  The rage would [...]]]></description>
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