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      <description>Rachel Droege, Carissa Galea and Hannah Avsar </description>
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      <pubDate>2019-02-26 01:25:01 UTC</pubDate>
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         <pubDate>2019-02-26 01:25:28 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Ida and Micheal Penrose bicker </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“You want me to play tennis with the magistrate and bridge with the bank manager and get us invited to dinner parties, my father said. Stiff, uncomfortable, reproving, my mother left the room. In the silence that followed, my father rolled a cigarette, stuck it in the corner of his mouth and said to alice and me, in his winking, chiacking, kidding way, “poor old mum, she’d like to live in a big house, somewhere cool, with lots of servents” Alice pushed back her chair.” Thats not true. That’s not fair” </div>]]></description>
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         <title>Jamie and Hartley fought over Mitsy</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“I envied him, I was jealous, I pitied myself” Hartley </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-02-27 02:45:29 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>“People spit on us in the street.. They proposition us as if we’re prostitutes” </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2019-02-27 02:47:36 UTC</pubDate>
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