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		<title>I&#8217;m waiting for that final moment you&#8217;ll say the words that I can&#8217;t say</title>
		<description>Slumping down in her chair exhausted and fed up she wonders how she will conjure up the effort to do this assignment. As her account details appear on the screen, a message flashes before her eyes, you have new mail. She clicks the icon and reads the message, hello my ...</description>
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		<title>I wish I had a river I could skate away on</title>
		<description>Lately, she's been aware that things have seemed different. She doesn't feel the darkness bearing on her anymore, the mass that threatened at times to smother her. Instead she knows what it is to feel the weightlessness that a child feels when she is skipping along without a care in the world, floating ...</description>
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		<title>Every cowboy sings a sad, sad song</title>
		<description>He always looked forward to seeing her. They had such a rapport and could talk about all sorts for hours, their mates would tease them afterwards 'We couldn't get a word in' they would laugh, 'we may as well have not been at the pub'. He wasn't sure what kind of ...</description>
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		<title>It&#8217;s bound to melt your heart one way or another</title>
		<description>I’ve never really known your side of the story. A year after we split up your best mate told me that you were so proud of our friendship, that it meant the world to you. Hearing that was enough to keep me hanging on to the feeble line I’d been thrown, ...</description>
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