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		<title>I Have PTSD</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2011 12:37:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chelsea</dc:creator>
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		<title>First Crush</title>
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		<title>Best Prank Ever</title>
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		<dc:creator>Chelsea</dc:creator>
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		<title>Granny the Frog</title>
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		<dc:creator>Chelsea</dc:creator>
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		<title>The First Dance that Wasn&#8217;t</title>
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		<dc:creator>Chelsea</dc:creator>
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