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			<title>The Scraping Wheels</title>
			<description>	&quot;This sucks,&quot; I muttered to myself as I felt another bead of sweat form on my hairline. &quot;What a great day to wear a sweater.&quot; I could have sworn it was frigid cold this morning. Now, however, the concept of cold was foreign and distant as the sun beat down on my back. My Converse scuffled against t..</description>
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