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		<title>Seventy &#8211; Five Notebooks</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[“Dad, what are you doing?”

He ignored her and continued writing. His right hand moved in a flurry, a stubby yellow pencil gripped tightly in his fingers. He mumbled something to himself, paused for a moment, then scribbled again. He appeared to be transcribing the contents of one notebook into another. Both notebooks were filled with his own handwriting.]]></description>
		
		
		
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