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			<title>WHY</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Part1It all started last September, wellSeptember 2015. I met the love of my life, a slim tom boy with long curly brownhair and brown eyes with the cutest dimpl..</description>
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			<title>First Impressions</title>
			<description>Her smile is mesmerizing and her laugh is contagious&amp;nbsp;Her personality is beaming and her heart is becoming&amp;nbsp;Her language is vulgar and her love is tenderHer appearance is stunning and her style is outrageousHer perfume is hypnotizing and her motherly instincts are spontaneousHer is..</description>
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			<title>An Uncommon Bond</title>
			<description>She is known as Monday Mom. &amp;nbsp;	My Monday Mom is a special lady, I did not know her before I waited on her. Strangely enough from the first time we spoke I felt like I had known her my whole life. Every time I would see her I would feel a sudden warmth in my heart. She treated me different than..</description>
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