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	<title>Comments on: MUSTANGMADAM WRITERS CONTEST ENTRY BY A. GATTANI</title>
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		<title>By: Mustangs &#187; Blog Archive &#187; MUSTANGMADAM WRITERS CONTEST ENTRY BY A. GATTANI</title>
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		<description>[...] unknown wrote an interesting post today onHere&#8217;s a quick excerptNow, running her palm along the cayenne red chassis, inhaling the smooth, gloss finish of metal Mustang with the memory of Stan’s muscles from last night rippling beneath her touch, she hollers, “Don’t forget my things.” &#8230; [...]</description>
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