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			<title>Table for Two</title>
			<description>	&quot;It's our fiftieth, table for two.&quot; The hostess smiles as she leads us to the table.	&quot;Should you like to wait to order until your wife returns?&quot; Confused as to what the hostess meant, I order a large cheese burger and watch as my wife takes a gander at the menu. Though this is her first time here, ..</description>
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			<title>Where Are You?</title>
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			<title>It Was Murder, But Not a Crime</title>
			<description>&quot;You're right,&quot; he said. &quot;It was murder, but it was not a crime.&quot;</description>
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