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			<title>Mirror not for Him</title>
			<description>Heroes!</description>
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			<title>Battlefield, Night</title>
			<description>War -- any war -- maims and kills those who do battle (whether 'by choice,' or otherwise).   These are not &amp;quot;troops,&amp;quot; but human beings.  Battlefield, Night is about them, not about Iraq or any other war, per se.  Wars kill and maim.  The maiming</description>
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