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			<title>The Second Choice</title>
			<description>	I only remember vaguely as it occurred a few nights ago. Imistakenly refer to all of them as dreams when most are in fact, nightmares. Itwas like I was back in high school again-- ninth grade, the chubby girl, the weirdgirl, the ugly friend, the second choice, a great personality but the look..</description>
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