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			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My pulse rarely races. I've never been easily rattled. I usually do a decent job of hiding my emotions if I feel that they aren't welcome. But as I stood there looking at her with her arms around him, my heart stopped. It stopped only for a second before it started beating d..</description>
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			<title>Which Fly Are You?</title>
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			<title>The Evolution of Love in Three Words or Less</title>
			<description>This is what love looks like to me. People jump into &amp;quot;love&amp;quot; too quickly and then three months later they're signing divorce papers. It's not just celebrities anymore.</description>
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