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			<description>...I wanted to break free</description>
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			<title>many years after...</title>
			<description>Many years after the disasters that Tyler and Harry had seen, they have stayed for months, and almost a year underground after the nuclear bombing in California. The war between the Communist Party of China and United States of America has been the highlight of the disasters in the world. The nuclea..</description>
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			<title>revolution: the only hope</title>
			<description>many years after the disasters that people had seen, they'd stayed for months, and almost a year underground after the nuclear bombing in California.</description>
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			<title>to prepare for my journey: intro</title>
			<description>I wanted to get up close... to prepare for my journey, I always prepare for the worst but I was grateful to discover something new, to discover many warm, open people who were deeply kind to the people around them.if I try to get myself out of the way to see the reality, if I could enter the..</description>
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			<title>to sit in silence for hours</title>
			<description>when I went to dances, there was always a limitation, not spoken of or mentioned but there were just the same. how much more would I miss? life's changing, after all.</description>
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