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			<title>People like Hector</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;My&amp;nbsp;day&amp;nbsp;had&amp;nbsp;recently&amp;nbsp;been&amp;nbsp;pretty&amp;nbsp;good.&amp;nbsp;Me&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;sister&amp;nbsp;had&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;long&amp;nbsp;discussion&amp;nbsp;about&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;non&amp;nbsp;consensual&amp;nbsp;abuse&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;had&amp;nbsp;went&amp;nbsp;through&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;position&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>Embarrassed </title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;I entered the room and I was greeted by several stares of disgust and horror and smirks and giggles while inspecting my body. I hadn&amp;rsquo;t realized that my apparel was inappropriate, flaunting around the neighborhood on my way to the party in a plaid red dress shirt under a sweater vest and..</description>
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