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		<title>THE PERFUME</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Jul 2010 11:06:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Anurag Bhatia</dc:creator>
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As she stood in front of her primary 5 class on the very first day of school, she
told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her pupils and
said that she loved them all the same.
However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat,
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		<title>Hearing</title>
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A  True Story from North Carolina

At the Saturday night tent revival the preacher announces,
&#8220;Anyone with &#8216;needs&#8217; to be prayed over, come forward to the front at the altar.&#8221; 
Leroy gets in line, and when it&#8217;s his turn, the preacher asks:
&#8220;Leroy, what do you want me to pray about for you?&#8221;
Leroy replies: &#8220;Preacher, I need [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sleep when the wind blows</title>
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Years ago, a farmer owned land along the Atlantic seacoast.
He constantly advertised for hired hands. Most people were reluctant  to work on farms along the Atlantic . They dreaded the awful storms  that raged across the Atlantic , wreaking havoc on the buildings and  crops.
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