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	<description>No moneyman can win her love.</description>
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		<title>By: roo</title>
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		<description>Sometimes I&#039;m amazed at what people felt comfortable doing with kids even when I was young. I rode with my friends like sausages in the way back of a station wagon, played with lawn darts,  carried a lit kerosene lantern upstairs...

My current perspective on these things makes me feel old.</description>
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<p>My current perspective on these things makes me feel old.</p>
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