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		<title>Work Day</title>
		<description><![CDATA[We were sitting in conference room, there was nothing really special about it. You&#8217;re basic table and some crummy chairs that screw with your back. I leaned back, removed my glasses and rubbed my eyes. It was only 10 am, but had already been a long day. The room smelled of sweat and decomposing onions [...]]]></description>
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		<title>There&#8217;s something in the corner</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I sat across the room, eyeing the corner. Something seemed off, but I couldn&#8217;t quite pinpoint what. I stared harder into the dimness. I kept telling myself my mind was playing tricks on me, but I couldn&#8217;t convince myself. What was wrong? What was it that prompted my mind to reel? Was it simply my [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Two Monsters</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I thought I would share this short story I wrote more than two years ago.  Made me laugh when I re-read it.

As I sat and stared at the two monsters devouring their salads across the table from me, my mind began to wander. ]]></description>
		<link>http://www.thinktwisted.com/2009/09/two-monsters/</link>
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		<title>Stains the Cupcake dog</title>
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		<title>The futility of life</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I let my cat outside tonight.  She likes to go out and roam around the yard pretending she is a tiger.  Once in a while she will kill something and proudly bring it back to the house for my inspection. Tonight was no exception.  I was reading some Kafka on the living room couch when [...]]]></description>
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