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			<description>				p { margin-bottom: 0.08in; }&amp;ldquo;Wouldyou like some more tea, abuelita?&amp;rdquo; Morena offered as she held upthe pink toy teapot to her great-grandmother.&amp;ldquo;Gracias,mijita. You&amp;rsquo;re so polite!&amp;rdquo; Lupe praised as she held up her toycup so her great-gra..</description>
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			<description>Here&amp;rsquo;s what I really want to know though. What can you tell me about Mateo Santos?</description>
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			<description>				p { margin-bottom: 0.08in; }&amp;ldquo;Mommy!&amp;rdquo;Morena wailed as she watched her mother crash into the glass coffeetable. She abandonedthe corner of the hallway where she was peekingandrushed up toher mother's side, trying withoutsuccess toshake her motheraw..</description>
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			<description>				p { margin-bottom: 0.08in; }Isabelwatched Jesus get into his truck while talking on his phone. Fromwhat she had overheard, or rather, spied on, he was talking tosomeone for information, and not reporting the kidnapping. Of coursehe could have noticed her spying on him..</description>
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			<title>A Step Forward</title>
			<description>As a teenager, life hits you harder than most. Sometimes something happens to you, sometimes it takes something happening to someone else to make you realize what you really want.</description>
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			<title>The Long Vacation</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Because, it just feels like there is something missing. Something that can't be bought, made, or gifted to me...only experienced. I don't know what it is, but I'll know it when I see it.&quot;</description>
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			<description>&amp;ldquo;I don't care why you're doing it,&amp;rdquo; Isabel said in contempt. &amp;ldquo;Just bring her back home where she belongs.&amp;rdquo;</description>
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			<title>+0:10:31 (5:29pm)</title>
			<description>Because you made a promise!</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>Isabel heard the squeal of a car speeding off into the night, bringing her back into consciousness as the fog in her brain slowly cleared.</description>
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			<title>Promises to the Dead</title>
			<description>90% of kidnappings are by a parent. After the outcast Isabel's daughter is taken by the father, the only help she can ask for is from the man who made a promise to her dead husband.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1: The Video</title>
			<description>James King looked solemnly down at the soldier he had just knocked unconscious, recalling how he had ended up in such a torturous place.</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>There was a video attached, entitled &amp;ldquo;Abu Ghraib Prison.&amp;rdquo; McCaffrey had never heard of it, and wondered what was so special about it.</description>
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			<title>Freedom Runner</title>
			<description>Three years after Sept 11th, a mysterious group sets out to correct the path of public policy before liberty is lost in the land of the free.</description>
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			<title>Ascent Into Madness</title>
			<description>Sometimes the more you feel sane, the crazier you're actually becoming.</description>
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			<title>To Know and Understand</title>
			<description>Rogelio missed the days when he had all the time in the world to just play games. When having a group of friends was enough of a social life. Not the complicated mess he stumbled into with Perla...</description>
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			<title>A Lesson Learned</title>
			<description>Sandra is a beautiful young woman who is still getting a hang of being part of the working world. But being young and beautiful can only get you so far in the world of adults.</description>
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			<title>Milestone</title>
			<description>The first day of college is always the most hectic. But if you lose yourself in the chaos, you might find something you never knew was missing.</description>
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