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			<title>Lozenges.</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Sir, do you want a packet of lozenges&amp;rdquo;, asked the vendor. I looked down to see a man shoving a packet of orange candies on my face. He was short, slightly hunched, had white hair and wore thick rimmed, high powered glasses. The dirt and grime from his hand, unintentionally collect..</description>
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			<title>Unrequited Love.</title>
			<description>Ah! The charm of unrequited love!For it has begat a hundred odes,of a time long gone,when a couple of hearts,set path for opposing roadsAh! The pain of unrequited love!For it has moved a thousand ships,made man his own enemy,and vanity his hallowed jewels,to kiss those quivering lipsAh! The joy of u..</description>
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