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			<title>Serendipity</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The bell kept ringing in his ears for a few more seconds, even after it had stopped. It was 4 pm and Mr. Lannister waited for young master Sebastian to come. Exactly after two minutes, a ten year old boy came walking toward the black Mercedes Benz. Gloomily he handed over his school ..</description>
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			<title>Frenzy</title>
			<description>Until a person can say deeply and honestly &quot;I am what I am today because of the choices I made yesterday,&quot; that person cannot say, &quot;I choose otherwise.&quot;</description>
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			<title>Reminiscence</title>
			<description> Failure is painful. True. Fear of failure is madness.</description>
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