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			<title>Truth</title>
			<description> &quot;Wh- wait, what?!&quot; She exclaimed confused as she watched him grab a few things from the passenger seat in the front.                 &quot;You heard me, clothes off. Now.&quot; He said throwing a towel at her, &quot;You'll catch pneumonia if you keep them on. Dry off and put this on.&quot; He threw her a bundle of..</description>
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			<title>Pain</title>
			<description>The rain beat down ruthlessly on Sofia's head, her thoughts raced without a sign of ceasing. She hadn't stopped walking for a good two hours, and with every minute the knot in her throat grew bigger. Her hands ached from the cold, but all she could do was shove them farther into the pockets of her d..</description>
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			<title>Hope</title>
			<description>&quot;Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all&quot;
Emily Dickinson</description>
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