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		<title>Betrayal</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Tell, don&#8217;t tell. Don&#8217;t tell, tell Whole night my mind and heart fought. She has faith on me. I had shattered all those dreams and promises. &#8220;It&#8217;s just one night&#8221; I consoled myself. She came like sunshine. Seeing her I felt agonized with guilt. Smiling weakly suddenly she said: &#8220;I am sorry honey! I met [...]]]></description>
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<p>Whole night my mind and heart fought. She has faith on me. I had shattered all those dreams and promises. &#8220;It&#8217;s just one night&#8221; I consoled myself.<br />
She came like sunshine. Seeing her I felt agonized with guilt. Smiling weakly suddenly she said: &#8220;<em>I am sorry honey! I met someone</em>!&#8221;<br />
I only heard distant echo of laughter.</p>
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