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			<title>Avery's Birthday Party</title>
			<description>Igrew up in a small village in the north of England. You know, thatcliche 'everyone knows everyone' kind of place. The kind of placewhere if your neighbour had a baby at the same time as you, the twoyoungsters would grow up more as siblings than neighbours. That'swhat happened when my mum ..</description>
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			<title>Numbers</title>
			<description>I was born with a gift. At least, that's what my parents always referred to it as. Personally, I wouldn't call it a gift, more of a knowing. An observational skill, if you will. I still remember how for the longest time I would see these things, these numbers, and have no idea what they meant. But n..</description>
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			<title>A Planet of Strangers </title>
			<description>Thursday mornings always started like any other, I'd get up at 5am and go down to the kitchen to make the sandwiches for Jake and Amelia to take in their lunch to school.Then after that was done I would put out some food for our dog, Baxter, and then start breakfast for the kids and my husband, Hunt..</description>
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			<title>The Disappearance of Tommy Steinfeld (Part Two)</title>
			<description>My name is Kat Steinfeld. Six weeks ago my son, Tommy, went missing whilst under the care of a babysitter. I'm sure some of you will be familiar with the babysitter, Zoe, as she told her version of events on this forum under a post entitled, 'The Disappearance of Tommy Steinfeld (Part One)&quot; If you h..</description>
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			<title>The Disappearance of Tommy Steinfeld (Part One) </title>
			<description>During my second year at university, I was beginning to reach the point where my student loans were dwindling and I was looking to make some extra cash. After applying to a few part time jobs that I had seen advertised online, I decided to sign up with a babysitting agency to find a job that way. Wi..</description>
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			<title>What I learned at University...</title>
			<description>My name is Henry Fitzgerald. Five years ago I was a student at the University of Cambridge and would frequently sit in on additional lectures just to try and absorb as much knowledge as possible. Now, I won&amp;rsquo;t bore you with all of the details of my course, instead I want tell you about one of t..</description>
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