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Confessions of an Anaesthetist	She thought about giving him her heart	Flower Boy And The Toyota Polaroid	Love, as seen from the inside of my head
over my dead body	I choose my soft drink because of commercials	Cirque du Soleil	blood sport
On the carpet of leaves illuminated by the moon	The silence after someone leaves	Pushing Flesh	Chiffonade
The White Ship	charms	Unilluminable	March 23, 2006
vocal chords	It always smells good after the rain. It's raining hard now.	Poor poor vision	Big Science
Renaissance man	genitalia

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