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		<title>Sure Thing</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Peter Schorsch]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 17:14:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[Andrews Vachss]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Fancy Candy]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[race program]]></category>
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