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<title>The Seven (Book)</title>
<description>The Seven (Book)</description>
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<title>Welcome to Aria</title>
<description>&#38;#34;Paul! Did you see that?&#38;#34;
&#38;#34;See what?&#38;#34;
&#38;#34;The sign we just passed. It changed as we drove by!&#38;#34;
&#38;#34;Wait, what sign?&#38;#34;
&#38;#34;The &#38;#39;Welcome to Aria&#38;#39; sign. It said &#38;#39;Population 2002&#38;#39;, but as soon as we got near it, it changed to &#38;#39;2009&#38;#39;!&#38;#34;
&#38;#34;Honey, we&#38;#39;ve been driving for 16 hours, you&#38;#39;re just s...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2008 15:55:27 EDT</pubDate>
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<title>Introduction</title>
<description>Life and death will never be the same.
The Seven play me like a pawn, but even in chess, a pawn can take another piece.
I am left nothing but a bird without wings, a fish without gills or water.
Choose a metaphor.
Either way, the Seven live in me, and this may be the only way to get rid of them.

God have mercy on my soul if they kill me before the...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2008 15:58:59 EDT</pubDate>
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<title>Waking Up For The Last Time - A Narrative.</title>
<description>I remember waking up for the last time.
I remember how, even though it was so early in the day, so early in my life really, that that would be my last morning alive in my bed.

The feeling that hits you right before something else does.
I was five at the time though. I suppose I still am.

 ~*~ 

I awoke, like every...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2008 16:35:43 EDT</pubDate>
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<title>When I Go, Will Anybody Care?</title>
<description>If I Leave Here Tomorrow, Will Anybody Care?

&#38;#34;Love is a Battle, Not a Friendship.&#38;#34;

&#38;#34;Wake up, you, wake up!&#38;#34; This early in the morning, her voice is heavenly, but I promise in a few hours, it&#38;#39;s going to reject and torture me.

The day is no different from the others. She wakes me up, I open...[Read Full Post]</description>
<pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2008 16:44:29 EDT</pubDate>
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