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	<description>The arts of BNielsen</description>
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		<title>The Wanderers (5)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[        Dorian awoke to a cold hand vigorously shaking his shoulder. He couldn&#8217;t feel his one arm underneath him, but he managed to push himself up to a sitting position.        “I am sorry to wake you, but it is very important that you not stay here. My superiors will be here any moment to check [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://lucidwaking.net/blog/2010/03/11/the-wanderers-5/</link>
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		<title>Bree MacGuinness</title>
		<description><![CDATA[        Bree MacGuinness walked down her gravel driveway in high heels with a pile of books on her head just in time to catch her father&#8217;s truck park in front of their house. The books went crashing to the ground as she ran to greet him. He looked tired but he picked her up and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://lucidwaking.net/blog/2010/03/09/bree-macguinness/</link>
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		<title>The Wanderers (4)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[        All at once the room was flooded in light forcing Dorian to blink several times slowly until his eyes adjusted. When he finally could look up he was greeted by an artificial face, smiling slightly until it caught his attention.        “Please, sit down,” the robot said extending its arm as a human might to [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://lucidwaking.net/blog/2010/03/08/the-wanderers-4/</link>
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		<title>Johnny Walker</title>
		<description><![CDATA[        John slipped on his helmet and all at once felt invincible and incredibly bad ass. Completely in black he couldn&#8217;t decide whether he liked the ninja or Batman imagery better. But once he had saddled his bike and set off down the unpaved small town road that ran a couple miles from his house, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://lucidwaking.net/blog/2010/03/06/johnny-walker/</link>
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		<title>The Wanderers (3)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[        As he thought that last cynical thought, the doors to the elevator opened giving him no time to scramble out of the way of its light. He panicked and started before instinct made him freeze and stare at the figure exiting. The individual who stepped out was nothing but a silhouette as it walked [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://lucidwaking.net/blog/2010/03/05/the-wanderers-3/</link>
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