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			<title>Cinnamon</title>
			<description>My eyes are still closed but my mind is buzzing. I can smellthe doughnuts from 4.2 miles away. If only I could have one on my pillow by my head each morning. I jump out of bed (asmuch as a 401 lb. woman can jump) and make my way to my bathroom. I amconvinced that it was built for a 3 &amp;frac12; ..</description>
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