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	<title>Comments on: The magic of the placebo: Eric Mead on TED.com</title>
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		<title>By: Xiaoling Li</title>
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<p>On the blue tin plate in my lap lay a lake-trout filet that was all I had to show from six hours of fishing through a hole cut in two feet of ice. The temperature outside was zero, our warmest night yet by a good 10 degrees.</p>
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