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	<description>The Life and Shenanigans of Courtney Birst</description>
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		<title>By: Resolutions, Then and Now &#124; Word Perv</title>
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		<title>By: The One I Don&#8217;t Want to Write &#124; Word Perv</title>
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		<description>[...] I sighed. Andrew. Turned out he was engaged to a woman living halfway around the world while he was sleeping with me, settling into a comfortable Sunday afternoon routine of football at his place.  He was my rebound after my marriage ended, so I wasn&#8217;t exactly in what I would call a good place emotionally or mentally, and I didn&#8217;t necessarily want a relationship with him. I also knew he was seeing someone, I just didn&#8217;t know the extent of his relationship with her&#8230; Perhaps I didn&#8217;t want to know. We women are great at hearing what we want to hear, believing what we want to believe. And we did have a blast on New Year&#8217;s: [...]</description>
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