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		<title>How To Get a Lap Dance</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The most surprising thing about the strip club was how similar it was to any other club. The music was loud. It was difficult to talk. The women were dancing and the men just sat there. The women were smiling and the men just sat there.
&#8220;Seriously?&#8221; I cried. &#8220;That guy is getting danced all over [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Life Lesson #5</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Breaking up with someone throws your entire apology meter off. You&#8217;re perpetually sorry. You&#8217;re perpetually waiting to hear he&#8217;s sorry. And as the two of you grow apart, communicating less by the month, you begin storing your sorrys, like some sad camel, only to find them spilling over and out of your mouth at unexpected [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Short List</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Of things that have happened in the past twenty-four hours:
1.) We drove three hours through a blizzard to attend a community dinner in Central Maine. This is what you do when you study documentary-making. &#8220;So this is kind of awkward, guys,&#8221; I said as we buckled seatbelts. &#8220;But I&#8217;m going to need to grab a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Fun Times in Forest Hill Cemetery</title>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;I need to have two photos by Tuesday,&#8221; I announced. &#8220;One that clearly represents a passage of time, and one that illustrates a sense of place.&#8221;
&#8220;How about we go to the cemetery tomorrow,&#8221; Janaka replied. &#8220;Bam. Time, place. You&#8217;ll be all &#8216;That&#8217;s right. One picture. What. Next assignment.&#8217;&#8221;

thickness means / worlds inhabited by roamingly / [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Long Distances</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In previous relationships I was the one followed. It made things too effortless for me, maybe; I was passive, bestowed-upon, in waiting. Maybe I wanted to be loved more than I wanted to love? Or I just didn&#8217;t want to be the one making decisions. I&#8217;m sorry for that. To make it up to them, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Welcome Back to College</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Last night we sat on Tom&#8217;s floor and listened to records. The room was economically cold but had a sweet dimwarm tungsten glow, and cans of PBR slowly crowded the coffee table like subway passengers. As usual I became effortlessly drunk. &#8220;Is that a 50mm?&#8221; I squealed at Madeleine. &#8220;Do you know how long I&#8217;ve [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Introductions</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Peer: Whoa. I&#8217;m sorry, how old did you say you were?
 Adrianne: Oh, just that I&#8217;m about to turn 27.
 Peer: Oh my God!
 Adrianne: Uhhh . . . so, how old are you?
 Peer: I&#8217;m 19.
I am officially of the age that causes 19-year-olds to say &#8220;oh my God.&#8221;
I put my head in my [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Why Making Documentary is Fun</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The defining mark of literary journalism is the personality of the writer, the individual and intimate voice of a whole, candid person not representing, defending, or speaking on behalf of any institution, not a newspaper, corporation, government, ideology, field of study, chamber of commerce, or travel destination. It is the voice of someone naked, without [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Changes in Leaving</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Returning to school my second semester of college, I took the train from Minneapolis to Poughkeepsie. I took the train a lot that year; visiting / occasionally kissing friends in New York City, wailing at concerts, stalking the streets all night to pass the time until the first morning departure from Central Station. Back then, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Postcards From a Cast Party</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It took us a while to get around to it, but The Slutcracker cast party finally exploded on the Oberon dance floor last Thursday. Ammon DJ&#8217;d for us; there was improvisational pole dancing, a slutty award ceremony, pink panther/cop burlesque, and I finally got to wear that mustache I&#8217;ve had laying around forever (alas, unpictured).

Erik [...]]]></description>
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