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			<description>the stronger&amp;nbsp;she may seem,the weakestshe is within.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<description>she's lost,and will still bein a labyrinthof eccentricity.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>The best of old times</title>
			<description>It wasthe best of times, it was the worst of times, indeed.&amp;nbsp;When choices were as uncomplicated as decidingbetween a piece of cake or a cone of ice cream. It was a time thatbrought new meaning to the notion of fun and folly. You know growing up is allpart of the circle of life or so we l..</description>
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