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			<title>Linton.</title>
			<description>I'm not indulging with a pipe this evening.Linton's here, and we've been sharing discourse, the topic primarily this whole staring business I've been encountering. When I began explaining this . . . issue of mine, I suppose, I noticed the nacence of what seemed to be a peculiar . . . arcing, humoure..</description>
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			<title>What's A Man To Do?</title>
			<description>This evening's tobacco choice: Dunhill Elizabethan Mixture.My what a dreadful rest I had. I believe the issue was that we had somebody staying over whom I don't know all too well; trust on such occasions seemingly accounts for much more than I had previously acknowledged. I inted to keep this entry ..</description>
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			<title>The Meaning of True Objectivity.</title>
			<description>This evening's smoke: Dunhill BB1936Sitting here smoking my pipe, watching the smoke curl and dance up from the bowl before fading into nothingness, I'm granted a higher level of mental acuity; a shifting of mind that seems to settle on recent experiences, primarily concerning abstraction; possible ..</description>
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