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			<title>Aunty El</title>
			<description>I knew we would be nothing even before our first date. Yet, I couldn't stop the things that were to happen.
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			<title>a few shadows apart</title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s been six years since we met. It should be more in all actuality, us having been in the same class through the four years of college. But it wasn&amp;rsquo;t until the third year that we first spoke to each other, and it has been six years since then. Six years is a long time, more than enough..</description>
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			<title>I want to live</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;I want to live.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;Hearing the words from her broke my heart. I had sworn I would never cry in front of her, never show her my tears. I had promised her I would be her never ending smile. I had no intention of breaking my promise, but hearing those words from her made it almost impos..</description>
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			<title>Monday, 10:35 AM</title>
			<description>&quot;Hello darling, good morning. I know you must be startled. Forgive me. But this was the only way. They wouldn't let me close to you, and you deserved to be loved. Not the way they do, the greedy for money scumbags that surround you and pretend to love you. No. You deserve true love. Like I do. Now t..</description>
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			<title>Monday, 9:28 AM</title>
			<description>Nitin was a frightened man. He wouldn't call himself a coward. In fact, he was among the bravest of the team. And yet, that morning he couldn't be more frightened than he was. And the reason for that was the TL.&amp;nbsp;It was a special team assembled for the case, with Lt. Bently leading. The team con..</description>
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			<title>Monday, 7:37 AM</title>
			<description>His name was Min Yeok. Even at work he wasn't sure how many knew his name. He was a lowly janitor after all, at a company too large to care for a person such as him. But it didn't bother him. He didn't care for how many people even knew his name in the world. The only person that mattered was her. H..</description>
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			<title>Monday, 7:18 AM</title>
			<description>Natalie was a secretary. But that was only her designation. Her real work was something far more than what any secretary would be expected to do. Natalie was the secretary of Milton Weincraft, which actually meant she did everything to keep him ready for the camera.&amp;nbsp;Milton was a popular news an..</description>
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			<title>Monday, 7:15 AM</title>
			<description>Henshui wasn't unfamiliar with hangovers. He had his first hangover when he was 15, the pain so numbingly strong, it made the sting of his father's belt feel like gentle kisses. Since then, he had an unwavering relationship with hangovers. He was very able to deal with the discomfort of a hangover, ..</description>
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			<title>blown up - 2</title>
			<description>***news report***A high profile police investigation ended with an explosion in a warehouse which took the lives of the two accused.&amp;nbsp;In the press release, the commissioner of city police announced that the police have successfully closed the investigation, naming two university students as the ..</description>
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			<title>blown up - 1</title>
			<description>&quot;You were right. I shouldn't have bothered with the graffiti. It ate up the entire night. It was just me in the library, and I even forgot about dinner. It's horrible, realising it's already morning, having missed sleep, so hungry almost dying from it. It's even made me delirious. Look how I'm rambl..</description>
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			<title>tomato</title>
			<description>&quot;Hey, look at this.&quot;&quot;...&quot;&quot;Hey, don't go absent on me. This is important.&quot;&quot;Oh alright. It better be.&quot;&quot;What had you so engrossed?&quot;&quot;I was uploading my notes.&quot;&quot;Don't forget the copies.&quot;&quot;Yeah, I remember. Even made the offline copy.&quot;&quot;Good. So anyways, look at this.&quot;&quot;What is that? Is that?&quot;&quot;Yeah, it is. I..</description>
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			<title>Policeman</title>
			<description>&quot;I saw a policeman today.&quot;&quot;Seriously, improve your vocab. A cop is so much easier.&quot;&quot;That's not the point. Don't digress. The point is that he looked like those cops from he movies, the ones who are hot, with an amazing body and an amazing air about them.&quot;&quot;Oh, that's unusual. Guess movies aren't fake..</description>
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			<title>osmosis</title>
			<description>A body in the alley. A corpse in the morgue. A drowned body in the river. A missing school girl. A beaten teacher. A series of unrelated cases. It is just the beginning of the horror.</description>
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