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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;An Epilogue to Innocence&#8221; by Tim Baughman is a brilliant collection of short stories revolving about the struggles&#8211;some familiar, and some more outlandish&#8211;that young adults face in their ever-changing lives. It&#8217;s the perfect companion for someone navigating the tumultuous landscape of life. It can be read in one sitting, blasting through the vastly different stories, [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[For Melissa Jacob. The planet loomed, huge and green, before Captain Malcolm Reynolds as his ship swept in closer. He studied it as Wash brought them smoothly down through the highest reaches of the atmosphere – one of the many benefits of having a master pilot on hand was the smooth space-to-atmosphere transitions. As they [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[For Michelle Yee. Jon was sure he was losing his mind. He stared at his canvas, sitting just where he’d left it on the easel.  A nearly completed painting, an almost perfect piece.  A commission, fetching a rather impressive sum. And across his lovely painting, in a messy, uncoordinated scrawl, was one word: “Sophie.” The [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[For Mark Lidstone. My wife flicks through radio stations until she finds a song that I can’t stand.  She squeals in delight and turns it up. “What, this?  I hate this song,” I tell her, but she’s already turned it back to the station and started singing along loudly. I laugh in spite of myself [&#8230;]]]></description>
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