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			<title>What is a Midwesterner? </title>
			<description>My dear pen pal, 	In our last correspondence, you asked me what it means to be an American, and more specifically, what it means to be resident of the Midwest. In your country, you have very strong regional identities that you take great pride in, whether it be Bavarian, Northern German, or a citize..</description>
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			<title>Four Eyes</title>
			<description>Going to the optometrist is like walking into a whole different universeIt's like a Doctor Who episode &quot;Here we are Donna, check out these curious creatures!&quot;&quot;Doctor...they're ALL wearing glasses!&quot;Yes thank you Donna. Thank you for that keen observation you bluthering idiotNo one likes you as much a..</description>
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			<title>Women's Rights </title>
			<description>Society defines pretty As a skin bag Filled with calcium-deprived Bones&amp;nbsp;Billboards glorify twenty year olds Who appear to be all of twelve green yearsWith lack of breast, breadth, and with that unnecessary corset?Lack of breath. &amp;nbsp;Honey, you look hungry. Baby, you look starved. &amp;nbsp;Let me..</description>
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			<title>Oblivious Keeper</title>
			<description>Keeper of my heartYou taunt me Unknowingly, dear.  I gave you my heartThen I walked away Two years have passed and no oneNot a single oneHas filled the space I evicted you from I used my head to walk away from you We weren't meant for each other! You were just a skater boy. I had to make myself avai..</description>
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