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			<title>Uhhh! Brendridge. </title>
			<description>So I was traveling to my job today as a salesman for the car lot of the east side of Texas. &amp;nbsp;The city is rather large, but I mean it&amp;rsquo;s nothing like Houston or Dallas, still there are pockets of communities to which you may ride, or drive. &amp;nbsp;I took my car into the city known as Brendri..</description>
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			<title>A Suicide</title>
			<description>Prelude&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The sun had set and it was the kind of dusk that appears cool and forgiving, apologetic for the heat of the day. &amp;nbsp;The clouds had lost their shading benevolence and had died of their brilliant multicolored pastel amazement. &amp;nbsp;The sun&amp;rsquo;s light was still there but cool,..</description>
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