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			<title>The Fight</title>
			<description>she grasped onholding, holdingher grip never waveringher grip on the hopethat one dayperhapsthe fight would be worth ither father said'hope is the most important'her mother said'it is harder to gain than itis to keep'as she stood by the worldhoping, ..</description>
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			<title>One</title>
			<description>	She ran, barefeet slapping the concrete as she flew breathlessly down the road. A left, thena sharp right, the boardwalk stretched in front of her, leading her forward.She paid no mind to the splintering wood beneath her feet &quot; her eyes wereforward, locked only on the angry sky and the ragi..</description>
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			<title>Sundays</title>
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