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			<title>My Love </title>
			<description>      &amp;ldquo;Everybody keeps telling me I&amp;rsquo;m such a lucky man,&amp;rdquo; he said &amp;ldquo;Looking at you standing over there I know I am.&amp;rdquo; He looks at her in a way every girl dreams to be looked at. While dedicating all his time to her, and is never seen without her. He loved the way her smile..</description>
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			<title>Racism</title>
			<description>        All my life I was told to be kind to everyone, no matter how they treated me in return. My parents weren&amp;rsquo;t the type of people to say &amp;ldquo;Respect your elders&amp;rdquo;, but rather said &amp;ldquo;Respect anyone regardless of their age, color, or social class.&amp;rdquo; I never really understoo..</description>
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