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	<description>But if you stay in the game long enough, you got to lose. And once you've lost, there's no way back. No way at all.</description>
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		<title>Unsettling</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[What I thought was a quiet pint to catch up and discuss frat houses and Teutonic holiday destinations actually turned into full-bore confessional. The confession he unleashed to me was the most unsettling practice of heading to the WC, taking the mobile phone out of the back pocket and then dropping his trousers. Then while [...]]]></description>
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		<title>An Interview With Russell T. Rousseau (Excerpt)</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Are you getting this Jeremy?&#8221;
Jeremy wasn&#8217;t listening. His mouth was open, he stood in awe, above him a man trussed up in what seemed to be a sex swing. He dangled awkwardly above a hushed room, he was hurriedly tweeting with one hand and gesturing wildly with the other, all the while dictating his life [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I Was Bruised And Battered And I Couldn&#8217;t Tell What I Felt</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hello and a happy new year to you all. Two thousand and ten has arrived and I enter it with a sense of hope and renewed vim. No vigour, just vim. Over Christmas I decided that I would embark on a mission that I had not attempted since my early 20&#8217;s. It was an experiment [...]]]></description>
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