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			<title>Breathless Bliss</title>
			<description>A shudder, more profound and real than anything Lettie had ever felt before, stole across her entire body. It came from his lips on her neck and snaked its way to her fingertips, her toes, and her sweetest region. Eric's hands traveled swiftly across her body, removing her jacket with an uncomfortab..</description>
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			<title>Noise</title>
			<description>There is a valid reason for our misery.Simply put; Boring can't be marketed.The public display of turmoil is a profit.We all feel the need to see more violence.We all hunger for something wicked.Others suffering.We profit from a stranger's pain.We relish in the misfortune of the random.It drives us,..</description>
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