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			<title>Children of the sun</title>
			<description>Simple little rhyme. :)
No punctuation or capitalization because I don't know.</description>
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			<title>Miriam</title>
			<description>Maybe I became a vegetarian because my hamster was my first experience of death...</description>
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			<title>Months without sun</title>
			<description>The coat was waving in the cold wind, she was walking quickly through the streets, cars passing by. She sliped on the ice, almost onto the road, a car beeped at her. She got back on her feet, and kept walking, holding her hands over her mouth to keep warm. Her pants was soaked with icy water from ca..</description>
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