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			<title>(Chapter 4) Larry: Sweet Dreams</title>
			<description>Itook off out of town, under the tunnel out onto the seemingly never ending MainLine. It cuts right through Kingston and all the way down to Bridgewater but ifyou looked at it from the north tunnel, you&amp;rsquo;d swear it led to nowhere. There&amp;rsquo;snot much to the main line, tall scrubs ..</description>
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			<title>(Chapter 3) Summer</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Hello?Anyone home? Yoo-hoo earth to Summer.&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Mhm..&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Youknow this is the longest you have ever spent reading a single book in the library,by now you would have been sprinting up to the counter like a tiny five yearold who just found out their getting a p..</description>
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			<title>(Chapter 2) Larry: Now the part I hadn't quite told you about</title>
			<description>The summer of my fourteenth my father had planneda visit to Kingston. He was extremely busy, so I was lucky to see him and ithappened to be his first visit since Easter that year. His business was doingfantastic, already in the top ten of the richest men in Britain, so no wonderhe was busy..</description>
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			<title>(Chapter 1) September 15th</title>
			<description>Rain was hammering down, as expected of typicalBritish weather in September time. I had my hood up from my sports jumper andwas sat outside the front of my school, a sixth form high school college, rightin the heart of a cul-de-sac of houses in my town Kingston. It&amp;rsquo;s a rather smalltown..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>The beginning is always the most important partof a story.Admit it, you&amp;rsquo;re reading these first lines and asyou do are already deciding whether to bother continue reading this story; andif it&amp;rsquo;s going to be worth your time, or to simply discard it and place it backon the shelf...</description>
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			<title>The Beginning</title>
			<description>What would you do if you could delve into the adventure of someone else's life? Summer finds the life story of Larry Oak, a supposedly ordinary teenage boy whose life turns into anything but ordinary.</description>
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