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      <title>I Have to Go to the Moon</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Hello, everyone! How are you doing? I want to share a small experience with you, one of those not-so-rare moments of childhood wisdom.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Today my 5-year-old son couldn&amp;rsquo;t go to school because he was feeling a bit under the weather. Nothing serious, he just woke up with a stuffy nose, so we decided to let him rest.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We were saying our goodbyes as I was leaving for work. The news was on TV, I sat down and pulled him onto my lap for a cuddle and a few minutes of negotiation:&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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