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			<title>Do you Remember?</title>
			<description>Do You Remember?I remember he said my skin was soft, now it's hard.I remember I gave him my onlyness, he gave her his tomorrow.I remember we stayed up until sunlight, now I lie awake at night unhinged by sorrow.I remember green satin beads of sweat.I remember a love letter never received. I remember..</description>
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			<title>Hotel 41 </title>
			<description>			Hotel 41Her feelings towards him blurred between obsession and hatred. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;mhere and I want to see you.&amp;rdquo; She knew it was a bad idea but even ifshe felt pained by his presence, the prospect of feeling anything atall seemed worth it. They met in secret, in an area of London..</description>
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