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			<title>Silent Loves</title>
			<description>When I was a little child, my grandmother told me that it was a bad sign if a phone was received at midnight. That night after my grandmother answered the call, I got the news that my grandfather passed away. I have never thought of receiving that kind of calls again since then. Now, I am on the air..</description>
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			<title>The quotes from the book of 1984:</title>
			<description>This is a book report </description>
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			<title>The cleaner whom I meet on my way home at 12:00 .</title>
			<description>Friday at the noon, I come across an old woman on my way home sometimes but not very often.She is short, skinny and got a back with a large, round lump. She is a cleaner wearing in blue. Every time when I walk pass that street,she is sitting on the stair to have her homemade lunch and these are what..</description>
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			<title>A screaming pain was calling </title>
			<description> &amp;nbsp; On a Sunday morning time,It was chilly and windy.Putting on sport shoes andgetting ready run outside,When I walked pass sister room,a screaming pain was calling &amp;ldquo;HELP!&amp;rdquo;And I know, it was about the time,but I didn't expect it to happen so sudden.I opened door,grabbed her bag and h..</description>
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			<title>The memory that is killing me </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Living in jail had almost ten years, tonight the moon light projected into my room. The room was so dim, cold and quiet. Every time when I looked up the sky, the moon made me think of the word, &amp;ldquo;reunion&amp;rdquo;. I know the meaning of reunion but I..</description>
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