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			<title>Sim Card</title>
			<description>Aron looked puzzled.&amp;ldquo;Can you believe my luck. Look at this&amp;rdquo;, he said and showed me his mobile.&amp;ldquo;7200 rupees balance!!!!!&amp;rdquo;. I&amp;nbsp;was shouting.&amp;ldquo;This is my lucky day&amp;rdquo;, he said and tried calling&amp;nbsp;to my mobile. &amp;ldquo;Check the number Hart&amp;rdquo;.&amp;ldquo;94..</description>
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			<title>The Runner</title>
			<description>I lost again.Maybe for the hundredth time. I decided never again.My confidence was down the drain. &quot;What is this life?&quot;&amp;nbsp;I asked myself.I was sure everyone could feel like this, at-least once in a while.&amp;nbsp;But i ran out of giving any excuses this time to comfort myself.Then i saw hi..</description>
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