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		<title>VALENTINE&#8217;S DAY</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Praise for VALENTINE&#8217;S DAY by Don De Grazia: &#8220;Hold onto your hearts, folks, this eminently readable tale about the redemptive power of pre-genital love is sweeter than an ice cream soda served with two straws.&#8221; &#8211; Don De Grazia By Don De Grazia “Valentine” was my stripper name.  One day, after my lunchtime shift at [...]]]></description>
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		<title>SPIRALING</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2013 04:55:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Noelle Aleksandra Hufnagel When Veronica tells me she’s leaving, as she’s saying the words, I begin to imagine all the ways she might die before I get up the nerve to tell her I love her. At first, they’re your average, run-of-the-mill death-scenarios. Appendicitis. Meningitis. Brain Aneurism. But then they become more specific, more [...]]]></description>
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		<title>WHEN SPARKS FLY; WHEN DOVES CRY</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2013 04:54:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Julia Borcherts WEEK ONE It’s my first night of welding school. I’m standing in a simulated shop with twenty-three men. We’re all in our twenties, all go-getters who’ve taken the initiative to learn some skills to get better jobs. But they’re all standing in a huddle as far away from me as they can [...]]]></description>
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		<title>ROMEO AND JULIET</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2013 04:54:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Jessie Morrison Every year at about this time I teach Romeo and Juliet to a new crop of freshman English students, and every year, I fall in love with the play all over again.  As a general rule, I’ve found that my female students are much more forgiving of Romeo’s streak for the melodramatic [...]]]></description>
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		<title>CONFESSIONS OF A FOURTH GRADE LOVE SLUT</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2013 04:53:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Darwyn Jones I, Danny Boyer, was a fourth grade love slut. I loved Julie Sadowski because she sat next to me. I loved Ilana Shabanov because she shared a sandwich with me once. I loved Eileen Dougharty because I saw her at the dime store and she might have waved at me. In my [...]]]></description>
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		<title>AND THEN THERE&#8217;S ME</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2013 04:53:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Cyn Vargas Of all the days, it was on my birthday when I realized that Steve had a crush on the pretty girl that worked at Dunkin Donuts. “Come up to the counter. I don’t bite unless you’re into that sort of thing,” she said. “Sometimes,” he said to her. I worked at Victoria&#8217;s [...]]]></description>
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		<title>RUDY, MY LOVE</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2013 04:53:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Meredith Counts Love sings in his sleep. Love points lawn ornaments and licks the grill. Love was supposed to be a medium-sized dog. Love makes eye contact before he farts. Love jumped on the table and ate all the meatballs. Love is a toddler-tackler. Love pooped in my shoe. Love hates the neighbors. Love [...]]]></description>
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		<title>THE TRAINS IN TOKYO</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2013 04:52:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Amanda E. Snyder You should know that if you ever go to Japan, you will never, ever pour your own drink. A carafe of crystal clear sake will be sitting on the table in front of you, and should your hand even flinch in its direction, should you even glance at your glass &#8211; [...]]]></description>
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		<title>EMPIRICAL EVIDENCE</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2013 04:52:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[  By Wyl Villacres Carol and I were supposed to be together.  This is a fact, but it is a fact that I cannot actually back up with any concrete evidence, and isn’t really much of a fact at all.  Still, I hold, Carol and I were supposed to be together. That isn’t saying Carol and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>BIG GIRL PROBLEMS</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2013 04:52:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[By Emily Schultze I’m going to make an embarrassing confession here. In seventh grade, I was majorly obsessed with a boy. Now, when I say majorly, I mean majorly, and when I say obsessed I really mean obsessed. I know being a bit dramatic about a crush at that age isn’t exactly shocking. Unless you [...]]]></description>
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