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			<title>Offerings</title>
			<description>She should have read the contracts, maybe then she wouldn't have gotten hurt. </description>
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			<title>White Dress</title>
			<description>For her, the white dress had a whole other meaning. </description>
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			<title>Polka Dotted Dress</title>
			<description>You lived in moments, moments that were somehow real to you alone. </description>
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			<title>Addictions </title>
			<description>It was always an addiction, an addiction that saved him and an addiction that broke him. </description>
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