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			<title>One Short Many</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Jack felt like lying on a hard cold marble. His cheeks could feel the cold rough ground beneath him. He tried hard to open his eyes with all the bright lights that covered the room and the back of his head throbbing like someone hit him with a baseball bat on his head.&amp;nbsp;Must have b..</description>
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