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			<title>story</title>
			<description>It was the first day to the college. Being late Silva with her small purple hand bag hanged on her shoulder, started walking towards the class room hurriedly. It was the half filled from the back of the Room. She started to search for a place to take seat. Being shy and tensed, she glanced all over ..</description>
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			<title>Love story</title>
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