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		<title>Chapter Two &#8211; Motorcycles</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>“CaleCaleCale,” Mark Robinson’s smile burst into the room in advance of his physical presence. When I looked up to see his green eyes, I smiled back, then leaning over the table surface I had turned into a cutting board, I snipped off the last piece of interfacing.</p>
<p>“MarkMarkMark, I’m making a bathing suit!” suit I announced. <p>Continue reading <a href="http://howlings.com/2009/11/motorcyle/">Chapter Two &#8211; Motorcycles</a></p>]]></description>
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