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			<title>Mint Condition</title>
			<description>When my mom turnedfifty my husband and I took her out for lunch. We brought her to a lovely little restaurantcalled Piquant in the Hyde Parkneighborhood of South Tampa. I&amp;rsquo;d been ravingabout this place for months, and had tried to take my mom there before, but shenever wanted to go. T..</description>
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			<title>Father Superior</title>
			<description>I was born on thenorthern shore of Lake Superior in a small wooden cabin with a green shingle roofand a tin-can chimney. More than thirty miles away from our nearest neighbor,my father and I we were truly secluded. &amp;ldquo;The way it should be,&amp;rdquo; he always said. Just a couple of men, livin..</description>
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