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		<description><![CDATA[This is just a first draft of a story I originally wrote with a pencil on a scrap bit of paper. First drafts mean nothing.  
Sad Song.
The room was just like any other you’d expect to find in the once luxurious tenements that flanked the avenues and terraces of the West End. The ceiling was unattainably high and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=scottishfiction.wordpress.com&blog=2011500&post=21&subd=scottishfiction&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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