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			<title>Heinrich Whiffensniffle vs. Dr. Bad</title>
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			<title>Quentin Quick, Detective</title>
			<description> It was a clear, cool night. The stadium buzzed with the noise ofthe spectators and the noise of the bugs flying dizzily around thelights. A nervous but eager feeling was in the air of the enormous bowlstadium. Expectations were high, but the opponent was capable. Therugby team had practiced..</description>
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