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			<title>Men's Room Truckers- (Written By Todd Michael)</title>
			<description>You. I see you. Don&amp;rsquo;t feel bad, or stupid, or weird. If you did, I&amp;rsquo;d have to, too, since I&amp;rsquo;m watching you just like you&amp;rsquo;re watching them. Well wanting to watch them. No, all you can see now is the yellow plastic divider you&amp;rsquo;re facing. I can see them though. I can ..</description>
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			<title>Corrosive (Pt. 1)- (Written By Dustin Tyler)</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;He had been done crying for what felt like twenty or twenty-five minutes, but in reality was only four or so.&amp;nbsp; And even though the tears weren't streaming from his ducts anymore, the side effects of a long drawn-out crying fit remained just the same. The crusty remnants delved int..</description>
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