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			<title>My Guardian Angel</title>
			<description>Even though the voice could only be heard by me, it somehow cheered me up, because it made me think that I wasn't fighting alone, made me feel like I have my own guardian angel.</description>
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			<title>Cash Machine</title>
			<description>And I thought, what a hardworking cash machine.</description>
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			<title>Mother Knows Best</title>
			<description>Maybe she was right.
But maybe she wasn&amp;rsquo;t?
I brushed it off. Nah. Mother knows best.</description>
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