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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>Cars,I had learned, were one of the oddest things I&amp;rsquo;d experienced. My dad had toldme about cars before, making them seem as if they were immense, robotic roomsthat could take you anywhere faster than imaginable. Then again, there was agood chance he was dr..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description> The day the black town car pulled up to myhouse was the day everything changed.  I sat on my bed, anticipating its arrival as Ilooked through the foggy window a few feet above my clump of blankets on thefloor. For twenty minutes I saw dirt roads, farms across..</description>
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			<title>RASP</title>
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