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			<title>Mike</title>
			<description>&quot;No one likes an Indian giver,&quot; he replies. Keeps pace with me. &quot;It's yours.&quot;</description>
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			<title>More Than A Concert</title>
			<description>Bone-jarring cold. It sears my skin.</description>
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			<title>Left Alone in My Pain</title>
			<description>&quot;Hope you find someone,&quot; he tosses over his shoulder before he struts out the doors. 
&quot;You were that someone,&quot; I wish to say.</description>
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			<title>Hopeful Girl</title>
			<description>Her eyes draw me to her. Red. Not a good sign.</description>
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