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      <title>Rein by Rein Tan</title>
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      <description>An Ordinary Human Who Burns His Life</description>
      <language>en-us</language>
      <pubDate>2016-09-25 05:46:23 UTC</pubDate>
      <lastBuildDate>2016-09-25 06:05:41 UTC</lastBuildDate>
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         <title>THIS IS ME</title>
         <author>695429322</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/695429322/309xtsgh5ix0/wish/126192510</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>A Human Who Is Easily To Be Forgotten.<br>A Human Who Hasn't Specialty And Hobby.<br>I Believe That I'll Do Something Without A Reason.<br>And I Am Looking For The Evidence Of “I Have Lived In This World”.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-25 05:53:17 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Hamlet - To Be Or Not To B&amp;nbsp;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>To be, or not to be- that is the question: 
<br>Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer 
<br>The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune 
<br>Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, 
<br>And by opposing end them. To die- to sleep- 
<br>No more; and by a sleep to say we end 
<br>The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks 
<br>That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation 
<br>Devoutly to be wish'd. To die- to sleep. 
<br>To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub! 
<br>For in that sleep of death what dreams may come 
<br>When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, 
<br>Must give us pause. There's the respect 
<br>That makes calamity of so long life. 
<br>For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, 
<br>Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, 
<br>The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, 
<br>The insolence of office, and the spurns 
<br>That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, 
<br>When he himself might his quietus make 
<br>With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear, 
<br>To grunt and sweat under a weary life, 
<br>But that the dread of something after death- 
<br>The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn 
<br>No traveller returns- puzzles the will, 
<br>And makes us rather bear those ills we have 
<br>Than fly to others that we know not of? 
<br>Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, 
<br>And thus the native hue of resolution 
<br>Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, 
<br>And enterprises of great pith and moment 
<br>With this regard their currents turn awry 
<br>And lose the name of action.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-25 06:00:46 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Looking For Me？</title>
         <author>695429322</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>QQ：695429322<br><br>Mobile：15121063703<br><br>WB：@零_Rein<br><br>E-mail：695429322@qq.com</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2016-09-25 06:03:57 UTC</pubDate>
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