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			<title>Why So Serious?</title>
			<description>He wishes to see everyone smile. No matter what the situation maybe, smiling is important. It's the best way to put one's face muscles to use.He likes to see people smile. It's beautiful and oddly exhilarating to be the reason for it.He likes to create conditions that bring out the smiles. Lif..</description>
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			<title>I AM BATMAN</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;There are moments of weakness, where a man findssolace in darkness. There are days when man looks for shelter amidst the ragingstorm. Everybody wants to be remembered for something good that they have done,everybody wants to be the hero in the shining armor riding a white horse.Eve..</description>
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			<title>Soldier</title>
			<description>The ground beneath me hard and the heat seaping through the thick cloth of my uniform burning my back as I lie unable to move from waist below.The rough mixture of sand and gravel feeling harsh against my uncovered head and the rays from the afternoon sun beating on my scarred face relentlessly...</description>
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			<title>Purple Lilac</title>
			<description>You are never too old to love again...</description>
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			<title>Classmates</title>
			<description>He always had his attention elsewhere.</description>
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