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		<title>misery loves company</title>
		<description>As she exits her car and crosses the carpark, she scans the area for someone she knows. She feels awkward, it’s been 10 long years. Are people the same as they were in high school? Does that guy still have a crush on her and will he be here tonight? ...</description>
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		<title>Forget special ringtones</title>
		<description>Zero, Four, Zero, Five...

He dials her number into the keypad of his phone. Her number is saved, it’s even assigned to speed dial. I guess he just likes to enter it manually as a part of the process, like cutting a line and rolling up notes. The anticipation of whether ...</description>
		<link>http://bentong.strayed.net/?p=266</link>
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		<title>call all in</title>
		<description>The invisible border that separates them usually gets crossed. He’s tried hard to detach but somehow keeps coming back. He knows nothing will come of the bond that they hold. They’re friends now, there’s no way they’ll go back. She can’t do it again, the ups and the downs. It’s ...</description>
		<link>http://bentong.strayed.net/?p=263</link>
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		<title>Happy Birthday to you</title>
		<description>The memories of you are still so strong and surreal. They’ll stay with me forever because I’ll never forget. My hands fit perfect around your tight, little waist. My fingers can glide up the length of your legs. When I bury my face in your neck, all I can smell ...</description>
		<link>http://bentong.strayed.net/?p=258</link>
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		<title>over and over</title>
		<description>He sits there silently, staring blankly at the scenery. His face rests against his palm, with his elbow resting on the window sill. Occasionally he’ll come to attention and observe a house the train passes, but once it’s out of sight he’ll continue to think his thoughts.

He knows that his ...</description>
		<link>http://bentong.strayed.net/?p=255</link>
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		<title>cover yourself</title>
		<description>When you first said those three words he was a bit overwhelmed. A bit taken back but was trying hard not to offend. He appreciated the sentiment but found it hard to reciprocate. It’s not something that can be taken lightly after only three months of dating.

I’m sure that you’d ...</description>
		<link>http://bentong.strayed.net/?p=253</link>
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		<title>accept defeat</title>
		<description>Between awkward silence they’ll mutter a one word sentence. Eye contact’s avoided as they stare at the floor. Radio and engine, bother turned off. As the light of the sun sets over the trees, so do hopes of ever working this out.

It’s far too late for either of them to ...</description>
		<link>http://bentong.strayed.net/?p=250</link>
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		<title>disappear</title>
		<description>The only words to describe this would be “out of character”. It was like you were a different person moving in the exact same body. His influence and charm, you could not resist. Don’t blame yourself, because nobody blames you.

A lustful encounter that went a bit too far. Not exactly ...</description>
		<link>http://bentong.strayed.net/?p=247</link>
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		<title>one more chance</title>
		<description>We’ve come to this point and we can’t go back. You’ll go your way and I’ll go mine. The only things left are memories and photos. Keep or discard? That’s for you to choose.

Remember when we stayed up all night in your car. I looked into your eyes and saw ...</description>
		<link>http://bentong.strayed.net/?p=243</link>
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		<title>Invitation Only</title>
		<description>He leans back in his chair and relaxes his shoulders. He watches her take another draw from what seems like an endless cigarette. Her cheeks dent in as she tries to make the most out of her draw.

His legs cross over each other with one resting on the other’s knee, ...</description>
		<link>http://bentong.strayed.net/?p=237</link>
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