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			<title>Hanging Around</title>
			<description>And he had to ask just so he&amp;rsquo;d know. &amp;ldquo;What if someone told you they loved you?&amp;rdquo;She looked at him and smiled, &amp;ldquo;that&amp;rsquo;s nice&amp;rdquo;.&amp;ldquo;Nice? What do you mean &amp;lsquo;that&amp;rsquo;s nice&amp;rsquo;? Wouldn&amp;rsquo;t you say it back?&amp;rdquo; He asked. His voice, gentle. His voice ..</description>
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			<title>Fork Road</title>
			<description>I lost myself in this mid-afternoon heat. You added up the heat to my head. I do not know why you have this effect on me. I cannot explain it.I hate it when I am talking to you, I hate it when I am not. I hate it when I see you, I hate it when I do not. That explains it and that explanation does not..</description>
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			<title>To Whom This May Concern</title>
			<description>To whom this may concern,Everyone was busy. Papers were piling up like Mt. Olympus high. But he needed help with recruitment.We were both working in the same field. Human Resource. But, different companies. We always find time to help each other. So, I gave my recommendations.I received a text messa..</description>
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			<title>Please, Let Me Go</title>
			<description>I know you will love her more than IThose eyes of yours looking, staring at meWishing they were hers.Please, let me go.You have loved her for so long,And you have shared with me your pain.Now, this pain is mine to hold.Please, let me go.You have kissed my lips,Touched my soul.You took what was left ..</description>
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