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			<title>&quot;Prone to Forgetting, He Is.&quot;</title>
			<description>&quot;Prone to emotional outbursts, she is.&quot;</description>
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			<title>Suddenly, Kisses for Everyone!</title>
			<description>Please fall in love with me, I feel the need to cause pain.</description>
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			<title>&quot;Tell Me How Your Year Was.&quot;</title>
			<description>Twelve months feeling funny.</description>
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			<title>So, you smelled nice and dressed funny.</title>
			<description>So, I wanted to slice open your belly and scoop out all of the poison and&amp;nbsp;all&amp;nbsp;of the&amp;nbsp;snow. So, I did. And I found whole snow storms and all of their wrath, and I found girls screaming for help and making wishes on leaves and not eyelashes. I saw me in there, too. Chewed up a..</description>
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