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    <title><![CDATA[The Girl and the Beast ]]></title>
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    <description><![CDATA[The Girl and the Beast I came home from the Quranic School that fine summer afternoon. I was heading a worn path between the huge palm trees of my country. The wind was shaking the leaves of the trees violently trying to say something I could not understand.... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[R.I.P]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 04:27:00 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[R.I.P Air France jet landed in Salé airport. Around the check-in desk, people were waiting to meet their “arriving” or see off their “traveling” relatives with smiles, hugs, flowers or hand waives. The Smokys were standing together near the receptionist’s.... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Morning Ride]]></title>
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    <description><![CDATA[Morning Ride After three straight years of practicing bat-ride in buses, which indeed is long enough an amount of time to make a person, who spends hours a day commuting between an educational establishment and home, become a human of another kind; a... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Too much drinking is too much]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 04:00:00 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Too much drinking is too much In trying to look into what it is to a drunkard; I mean an all time drunk drunkard, to lose friends, or to technically have no friends after those presumed friends with whom the subject of this comedy spends a night drinking... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[Tawfik ANEJJAR]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Crazy Thursday Morning]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 03:50:00 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Crazy Thursday Morning I was chasing sleep that night. It was unattainable. I spent the first couple of hours of the morning watching a movie on 2M which started at mid-night and lasted for 2 hours. Next thing I did was reading a Tom Wolfe, The Bonfire... ]]></description>
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