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			<title>I Play Piano</title>
			<description>I don't know how to play piano.I am not quite sure where that lie started, but it's relieving to get it off my chest.One of my biggest fears is that someone will whip out a baby grand and ask me to throw out some sweet tunes or something. I bet you're wondering why I started this off like that. Some..</description>
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			<title>If That Hadn't Happened (Blog)</title>
			<description>I plan on keeping this completely anonymous. Names will be changed, but the stories- will be real. Nothing fake here. I have to tell somebody, I'd rather it be strangers than a therapist. </description>
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