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		<title>The Atrium</title>
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			<title>Innovations of the world seek MY approval, in kind. [OPEN]</title>
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			<dc:creator>Elenor Deforrest</dc:creator>
			<description>Elenor strode to her office; beautiful, proud, powerful. Today was like any other day for her but perhaps not for those seeking her approval when it comes to their products or...or whathave they. She clutched a file under her arm daintily but secure and held a briefcase in her left hand. Keys held in her free hand, she easily unlocked her office door and propped it open. The halls to either side of her office were empty, barren. Her heels clicked on the tiles and echoed almost muscially. Once  ...</description>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 21:23:32 GMT</pubDate>
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