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			<title>The truth about social networking</title>
			<description>I was going through all my friends&amp;rsquo; snapstories onone very lazy evening. I had a very long day, I had classes and then I attendeda friend&amp;rsquo;s birthday party. The first thing I did getting home was take a showerand have my dinner, with my phone in my hand, of course. It was a habi..</description>
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			<title>Regrets. </title>
			<description>In the middle of the skin biting, cold night, she stoodunder a lamp post, pondering on her incessant forlorn thoughts. She had neverfelt so abandoned before in her entire life. It seemed as if though when sheneeded someone, everyone seems to have disappeared. She exhaled and inhaledslowly, I..</description>
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			<title>Curious.</title>
			<description>One of the most s****y parties I have to attend every year is the English Society Yearly Ball (more like the high society party for snobby douchebags). My dear mother loves this party so much that she spends the whole year planning what gown she'll wear, what gown I'll wear and what tuxedo my dad wi..</description>
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			<title>An Unwanted Survivor. </title>
			<description>I trudged on,leaving infinite footsteps behind, no one to follow them and find out where Iwas headed to. It had been almost a month ever since the werewolf apocalypseoccurred. Everyone I knew was dead, my family, my neighbors, my friends. Not asingle human in sight and if there were survivor..</description>
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