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			<title>Hello my name is Dante.</title>
			<description>Hello my name is Dante; I was just recently orphaned a few months ago. </description>
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			<title>Love?</title>
			<description>What do you think, is this love?</description>
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			<title>Would you look through my eyes?</title>
			<description>Can you look through someone elses eyes?</description>
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			<title>(Dante) Chapter One ~ The Meeting</title>
			<description>Dante meets David for the first time, what will his first impression be?</description>
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			<title>(Dante) Prolougue</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hi my name is Dante De Luca. I&amp;rsquo;m an 18 year old homosexual boy. At this very moment I am in a relationship with a 25 year old male (that one is obvious though). You&amp;rsquo;re probably thinking how I can be so open about this. Well the truth is I wasn&amp;rsquo;t always like..</description>
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			<title>Dante</title>
			<description>Hi, I'm Dante. Growing up I seemed like the run of the mill, angry teenager. To everyone who thought they knew me it seemed like I was just naturally angry about everything. And that&amp;#2013266066;s just the way I wanted it. At least until I met him. His name was David</description>
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