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			<title>The Other Side</title>
			<description>He was the funniest boy I had ever met. Moving into a new neighborhood was rough and I had heardthat moving to a new school was much worse. I walked towards the large, loomingbuilding of my new school. As I reached the top step I saw a spiky haired boy,leaning against the railing, looking ..</description>
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			<title>Beautiful</title>
			<description>She wasn't pretty; she was beautiful.That was the first I noticed about the girl who was destined to change my life. When you passed by her or looked at her, you could not help but notice it &amp;#2013266048;&quot; the glow. It wasn't like the glow of the sun or of the table light; it was softer, it was li..</description>
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