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			<title>Just One More Minute</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It was just an average day. She was an average girl. Nothingspecial about her, even to this day there&amp;rsquo;s nothing that makes my eyes pop outof my head when I see her, and yet there was something about her. She wasshort, about 5&amp;rsquo; 4&amp;rdquo;, long, curly, black hair. The athl..</description>
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			<title>The Sun</title>
			<description>When the sun goes downIn the nightWhen the sun is no longer shining,When the sun is no longer bright&amp;nbsp;But in the nightWhen the creatures come aliveWhen our easiest fightIs our greatest accomplishment&amp;nbsp;And the sun comes upAnd the light shines throug..</description>
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			<title>Doomsday: A Day of Love</title>
			<description>I grasped the cellphone in my hand, using all my energy to just look at the buttons. I was goingto die in just hours, why couldn&amp;rsquo;t I just call her. After pondering it in myhead, I finally punched in the numbers, and listened to the ringing. While itdid so, somewhere deep inside, wanted..</description>
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			<title>Up too Late One Night</title>
			<description>My mind slowly started to wake before my eyes werereally open. My brain had been on overdrive for the past few weeks, my cloudythoughts almost seemed to impair my rationality. Nothing really seemed to makesense. Everything was decided by emotion rather than clarity and realism. Whatshirt I w..</description>
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