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			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thethunderous applause shot through her hundred pound body like the rumble ofstock cars at the Friday night races. The smell of high octane gas was missingbut that same rumbling in her bowels was there - even more pronounced. Who everthought she would get this far - su..</description>
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