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		<title>my own personal saga</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve been meaning to write about this for some time now, I just didn&#8217;t have the time, nor the mood. I&#8217;m at work now, it&#8217;s Saturday, it&#8217;s cloudy, the office is warm like a home now to me and I &#8230; <a href="http://anurim.com/my-own-personal-saga.html">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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