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		<title>Jeremy&#8217;s Juicy Story</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Leaning against the raised stone basin of the garden fountain, Jeremy bit on the ruby red apple with a tremendous crunch. &#8220;Those apples are real jewels!&#8221; the old gardener drawled, smacking his fat grey lips. He feebly bent over and pulled out a tangled weed. &#8220;My great grandfather planted the seeds of that orchard you [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Perfect Hostess</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Maheen could always tell by the gleam of her mother&#8217;s dark glossy lips how big the upcoming tea party was going to be. Or by which ghastly eyeshade she coated her wrinkly eyelids with. Or by which jewel encrusted dress she pulled out of her crammed closet and gave to the maid for ironing. She [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Beautiful Liar</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Merveilleux! Croissants and cheese again!&#8221; I muttered, slamming my coffee mug on the lunch table. &#8220;It&#8217;s a light, French lunch! It&#8217;s what we Parisians eat! Haven&#8217;t you ever wondered why we&#8217;re all stick thin?&#8221; my friend Katie asked me in a matter of fact tone. &#8220;You&#8217;re from London, Katie!&#8221; &#8220;Hun, we&#8217;ve both lived here for [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Beauty &amp; the Beast</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Dec 2006 18:53:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Perfectly flawless, fair skin. Olive green eyes. Dimples in both cheeks. &#8220;Like little dents in cream&#8221; I mused as I started at my elder sister, Zara, burning with jealousy. &#8220;Khateeja, give me the liquid eyeliner please!&#8221; Zara cried, flinging her arms about wildly. &#8220;Why can&#8217;t you get it yourself? It&#8217;s right in front of you [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Courage</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Sep 2006 16:46:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[She was stunningly beautiful. Her olive complexion, emerald green eyes and long raven black hair reminded me of an Egyptian princess-an Egyptian princess walking on Fifth Avenue. Her nails were perfectly manicured and painted cherry red and the delicate diamond ring on her ring finger sparkled in the sunlight.??She was wearing a sleek black dress [...]]]></description>
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