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			<title>A girl with the miror</title>
			<description>Onceupon a time, or rather should I say, a while back, and not too long time ago,there was a hypermodern girl. Let`s call her the girl.&amp;nbsp; The girl was all she was and she felt she wasalways a step ahead of the contemporary modern time, of her time of course. Thegirl was busy creating and..</description>
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			<title>Cherry Bite</title>
			<description>A short story</description>
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			<title>Moonstruck</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Oh, My! How close the far canget sometimes! The distance between the earth and the moon. The distancebetween the moon and me. The full moon! My full moon. &amp;nbsp;I gazed at it from the window and it glaredback at me searchingly, as if it was suspecting me in giving away its secret. ..</description>
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