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			<title>Sweet. Flip. Salty</title>
			<description>He wandered his now withered hands below his pillow in search of the key to his treasure. Thinking about the lost times he smirked and sat for a while on the bed to remember the black day which led a rift between them. Nothing substantial flashed his memory that could have been the reason behind it...</description>
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			<title>Who says</title>
			<description>Walking through the corridors of my school,When I dream about my future plansFraming the opportunities that will ruleI heard them saying &amp;ldquo;No you can't&amp;rdquo;.Holding the files of my independent project,&amp;nbsp;When I take steps to my boss cabin andThinking of my chances to excel the verdict&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<title>An unforgettable Valentine's gift</title>
			<description>February is the loveliest month of the year, the month of romance. We think romance, we breathe romance, we feel the romance or we make romance. But for me it has a different definition.14th Feb 2015: I can never forget about it. Quite distressed I returned from hospital with my reports crushed in m..</description>
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