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			<title>Chapter 1: The Playlist Starts</title>
			<description>Aliright I'll be the first to admit, my life is a playlist. Playing song after song at the right time, and sometimews even cutting in the middle of one song. It sets the mood of my life, the little playlist in my head. It ever growing ever changing, learning new songs and memorizing lyrics so it can..</description>
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			<title>The Playlist</title>
			<description>my life is a playlist, different songs cutting into one another at different times, they all signal the different moods I should be feeling at a certian time. And the way it starts is where most people think their stories should end.</description>
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