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        <title>Attracting Men in the Dating Battleground</title>
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        <description>The dating arena is a war zone and there are&amp;nbsp;many women adversaries out there, but&amp;nbsp;since the men are outnumbered 2 to 1 you get a fair chance at succeeding in your mission to catch a real he-man.&amp;nbsp;But the dangers are there so watch out. If you plan your actions like a military strategist here&amp;rsquo;s how it might go:
Spotting and Targeting the Quarry
You&amp;rsquo;re a woman, attractiv...</description>
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        <title>Don't go</title>
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        <description>When Michael gets home from work he sees Sara sitting on the couch a pillow clutched tightly to her chest
she looked so frail in grey sweatpants and a light blue t-shirt, her beautiful eyes focused on a spot on the wall
&amp;quot;You're home&amp;quot;
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&amp;quot;hi&amp;quot;
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