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			<title>The boy</title>
			<description>He was the boy who everybody knew. Loud, confident, determined to be the centre of attention. Nothing phased him, and he didn&amp;rsquo;t care what people thought about him. So long as they did think of him. He was the type of person that you just knew would be famous one day. He couldn&amp;rsquo;t not be, ..</description>
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			<title>The Change</title>
			<description>At what point did I realize that we were falling apart, that our relationship had transformed into something so dead, so cold? Looking back, I was in denial for a long time. Really, we ended a long time before you actually left me. We used to call each other every day, ten or so times each day. We w..</description>
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