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            <title>Method to the Madness</title>
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            <title>Brewing Up Good Vibrations</title>
            <description>Jason Brewer’s phone is buzzing, as if it were on a timer. He glances at the number on his caller ID. &quot;I’m popular today because ‘my thing’ came out,&quot; he says. &apos;His thing&apos; -- as he humbly refers to it -- is the release of the first single (Do You Love Me?) from his band The Explorers Club debut CD Freedom Wind.
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            <description>Nate Kiser of the South Carolina Stingrays is sweating. Not because it&apos;s 96 degrees in the shade. Or because he wonders whether he&apos;ll make next year&apos;s cut. Or because the air conditioner is busted at his new home in Hanahan. Nope. 
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            <description>Jessica Richey had planned, what she thought, would be a perfect birthday celebration for her then fiancé Bob Richey: Dinner reservations at one of Charleston’s best restaurants with a great view overlooking historic downtown. No surprises, no fanfare, just a quiet, relaxing evening.</description>
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            <title>The Golden Thong</title>
            <description>Los Angeles Dodger infielder Nomar Garciaparra looks like any other baseball player up until the moment he reaches the batter&apos;s box. That&apos;s when he transforms from a ballplayer to a circus freak, thanks to a succession of taps, tics, twists, touches, and a variable assortment of gestures and adjustments in preparation for his turn at bat.</description>
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            <description>Crack. Click. Stop. Rewind. Play. R.J. Swindle sat in a recliner in front of his parents television set, remote in hand, watching a videotape replay of his major league debut with the Philadelphia Phillies. The last time he’d seen it was in real time, on July 7, 2008.
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            <title>The Devil is a Liar</title>
            <description>Robert Quinn can’t tell his story. He’d like too, but he can’t. The fact of the matter is he doesn’t remember it, or parts of it anyway. For the better part of three months his actions are mere snapshots in the mind’s eye.</description>
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            <title>Gary Smith: Going Deep</title>
            <description>The cancer was winning. It was no longer a matter of if, but when. The tumors that had assailed Jim Valvano’s body were multiplying and beginning to rob him of the very things that defined him as a human being: energy, passion, hope.</description>
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