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      <title>The Stranger FBI project by PRAKREET SHARMA</title>
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      <pubDate>2021-03-09 15:00:50 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>&quot;I felt completely drained and I had a slight headache.&quot;</title>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-09 16:03:26 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>&quot;I was walking slowly toward the rocks and I could feel my forehead swelling under the sun. All that heat was pressing down on me and making it hard for me to go on. And every time I felt a blast of its hot breath strike my face, I gritted my teeth, clenched my fists in my trouser pockets, and strained every nerve in order to overcome the sun and the thick drunkenness&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>While walking away he kept feeling the pressure from the heat being exerted on him constantly. He began gritting his teeth and clenching his fist and straining his nerves to overcome the sun which could have contributed towards his decision to shoot the Arab, his frustration towards the son was let out against the Arab.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-09 17:27:10 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>&quot;The sun was the same as it had been the day I&#39;d buried Maman, and like then, my forehead especially was hurting me, all the veins in it throbbing under the skin. It was this burning, which I couldn&#39;t stand anymore, that made me move forward.&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Even if he had shown no grief at Mamams funeral we could see that he still did seem to care for her and had felt empty after her death. Thinking about Mamans death coupled with the burning sensation within his skin caused him to boil over and shoot the Arab.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-03-09 17:31:10 UTC</pubDate>
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