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			<title>Marla's Boy</title>
			<description>Marla had spent her entire adult life watching game shows on tv; taking comfort in the knowledge that all that useless crap they'd taught her in school was still somehow..relevant. It wasn't gratifying, just proof that she was sat on the sidelines, a spectator of life. Because Marla knows that cigar..</description>
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			<title>Pretty as a picture Marlboro girl. </title>
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			<title>Marla's end.</title>
			<description>Marla's my &quot;friend&quot;
I write about her a lot.

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