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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Bruce rode his horse through a hot, hot desert.<br>His family rode behind him. "We've been riding for days and no sigh of water or food. We should stop heading east and starting heading North!" Tom muttered. "Legend says that the city of luxury is west, but we have no supplies! The map says that there is a small market east! Unless you want to go north and get lost, I suggest you stop your whining!" Mrs. Winthrop scolded. Bruce turned back. The legend did say that north is the way to go, no matter rain or snow..."Bruce muttered, wiping sweat from his forehead. "We can't take the chance! We've come to far and besides, we sold our house, our cars, our food, and our dignity, we HAVE to get to the city of luxury!" Mr. Winthrop stated. "Shhh...Someone is coming!"Lily moaned. "There, lets climb this sandy</div>]]></description>
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