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			<title>The Pill-Box and the Song</title>
			<description>&quot;Mind if I join you?&quot;	Maureen hadn't seen the man approach and sit down on the bench beside her.  She was sitting upside down, with her head on the ground and her legs stretched up over the back of the bench.	&quot;I'd sit the right way up, if I were you.&amp;rdquo; He took a quick look at the sky. &quot;It's..</description>
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			<title>February 5th, 1983</title>
			<description>This is not really a story, as such. Just what I was doing this weekend - 34 years ago.</description>
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