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			<title>j</title>
			<description>It was a busy day at work. I had to deal with the tones of files piled up on my table. I had to prepare my presentation for the big meeting this evening. And here I was. Standing at the cafe next to my office, looking for Kaira. I spotted her sitting with a group of girls, munching on fries.&amp;nbsp;&quot;H..</description>
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			<title>Thank you</title>
			<description>&quot;Shweta stand up!&quot;All of a sudden the chattering of the class stopped. I stood up slowly, with my eyes fixed to the ground.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Now, tell us, what do you mean by Archimedes Principle?&quot; the teacher asked.My lips were sealed. I did not know the answer.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Very well. Go and stand outside&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>H</title>
			<description>&quot;Here you go, these are your room keys.&quot; The receptionist said. I took them and quickly got inside the elevator. It had been a long tiring day, and I just couldn't wait to take a hot shower followed by some wine. I got out of the elevator and went to my room door, room no. 501. I tried opening the d..</description>
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			<title>Fan</title>
			<description>This is a topic that not much people write about. I have expressed my views. Can you relate?</description>
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			<title>F</title>
			<description>&quot;What time is it?&quot; I whispered to my bench mate, Alia.&quot;2 more minutes to go.&quot; She answered&amp;nbsp;back.Mr. Pearson's lectures always felt so boring.&amp;nbsp;After 2 minutes, which felt like an hour, the bell finally rang.I grabbed my bag and headed out of the classroom with everyone else. Alia walked hom..</description>
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			<title>The Bet</title>
			<description>A short love story that starts with a bet. Will she get to know about the bet or will they live 'Happily ever after'? Read to find out. </description>
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			<title>t</title>
			<description>I saw him at the theatre. It was the first time I had seen him. He didn't notice me, but I couldn't take my eyes off him. It was like love at first sight. He had a pleasant and attractive face. The way he looked at me gave me shivers down my spine. The top buttons of his tight shirt were open, revea..</description>
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			<title>m</title>
			<description>I finished work quickly and closed my laptop. I was too excited to go home. I had told Shane that I would be late, but I wanted to give him a surprise. On my way back home, I collected the pendant from a shop. It had a picture of me and Shane together and it would be the best gift for his birthday.I..</description>
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			<title>A Personal Experience </title>
			<description>This is a real story. This is something that I have experienced.</description>
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			<title>Test</title>
			<description>&quot;Hurry up! You are late.&quot; It was a message from Rachel. I had just come home from work and I was running late for Mr. William's farewell party. I stood in front of the closet, which had thousands of dresses. I examined them for a while.&quot;I have nothing to wear!&quot; I put my hand inside a bundle of cloth..</description>
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			<title>Desire</title>
			<description>A short story about realizing love.</description>
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			<title>2100</title>
			<description>A day in the future - year 2100</description>
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