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		<title>Comment on 2 by property in france</title>
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		<description>i  feel your blood pressure is high go and checkout from doctor</description>
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		<title>Comment on 2 by Riccardo Mori</title>
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		<description>You slowly move towards the two living-room windows; the light from the streetlamps comes in, and suddenly the room seems alive with shadows. You look outside, but the rain washing against the windowpane makes everything blurry and distorted. 

You feel a conflicting urge to rush outside and stay put at the same time. You don&#039;t remember seeing lilacs on your way to the house.</description>
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		<title>Comment on 2 by LA</title>
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		<description>Go outside and smell the lilacs.</description>
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