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		<title>The torment of (in)decision</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[How does one go on fighting against all odds? How does one keep struggling to keep a family afloat, when no one else seems to care? How can a man look at his own flesh and blood child and keep coming home drunk? Where does a woman draw the line between giving up too easily [...]]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[Just had some awful news. A friend of mine had a son recently and he developed some problems after birth and had to be hospitalized, where he died after two days. This must have been the hardest thing I have ever done&#8230;.. I gave her a call and spoke with her briefly. What do you [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The journey of vulnerability &#8211; A timeline</title>
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