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			<title>Forty Years</title>
			<description>Irang the bell and a girl answered the door. Ilooked at her. Tiny lumps on her chest showed that she was metamorphosing intoa young woman.Alas!Soon she would discover how a man&amp;rsquo;s stare can make her feel naked. Soon shewould be asked to cover herself from head to toe with a bl..</description>
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			<title>The First Touch</title>
			<description>I never knew I could cry,But now when I look at you for the first time,&amp;nbsp;And hold you in my arms,I behold the nature&amp;rsquo;s wonder,My dear sweet son, my beautiful baby,I must say,You have changed my life forever.Oh! Is that a smile?Are you bonding with your father?I am so ..</description>
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			<title>The Path</title>
			<description>&quot;Our destiny chooses our path, and it is not the other way around, like many of us believe&quot;</description>
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			<title>The Mud of the World</title>
			<description>My mother would have kept me close to her bosomMy father would have always held my handThey would never have let me go out into the worldFor the world is nothing but mud and mud.&amp;nbsp;But I so much wanted to explore the worldI so much wanted to escape from their graspThat..</description>
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			<title>Is There God?</title>
			<description>&quot;Questions about His presence arise in every mind. Only a few get the answers&quot;</description>
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			<title>Piece of Heart</title>
			<description>A True Story&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I knew that the boy wasalready dead, but experience had taught me that the patient was called alive aslong as my madam said. So I continued with my work of squeezing thattransparent balloon (sorry, I don&amp;rsquo;t know its name) repeatedly which filled thebo..</description>
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