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    <title><![CDATA[Ara Balears in English - clean]]></title>
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      <title><![CDATA[We are no longer the granddaughter you loved, nor you the grandmother I loved]]></title>
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      <dc:creator><![CDATA[Alba Tarragó]]></dc:creator>
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      <media:title><![CDATA[In 'The Farewell', Billie does what she thinks is best for her grandmother, even if it might make her angry.]]></media:title>
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      <subtitle><![CDATA[My grandmother called me "pitusa" and I listened to her from the ground, with my gaze fixed on the gold acorn-shaped pendant that hung from her neck.]]></subtitle>
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