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		<title>No Expiry Date</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Caren Launus-Gamble]]></dc:creator>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>“You will absolutely love it. It’s spectacular,” her sister Martha had promised when she had first confided in her about the plan. So, here she was, at the world famous Blackpool Tower Ballroom. Feeling extremely awkward walking alone into this elegant hall, she tried hard not to look how she felt. The magic scenery opening up in front of her would have stunned any normal person, but Anna’s full attention was shamefully claimed by the clusters of frightful strangers occupying the rows of tables and chairs placed along the walls in the enormous ballroom. “People don’t bite, Anna. Don’t be such a namby-pamby,” Martha had</p>
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		<title>Hidden Depths</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Caren Launus-Gamble]]></dc:creator>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>She opened her eyes. Forcing herself up from the hard, cold ground she had been lying on, she tried to make out her surroundings. It was dark and windy. The moon broke through the cloud cover and cast sombre shadows over the raw surfaces of the colossal moorland rock formations all around her. There was something vaguely familiar about the place, but her head was spinning and she had trouble focusing. What had happened to her? She was alone in the wilderness. How did she get here? The bitter wind tore at her hair and blouse, as she stood up on unsteady bare feet, her</p>
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