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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>A strange buzzing ran over my cheek as fingers traced them, breathcoming just short as my lips parted from foreign ones. Strong hands held mywaist against a brick wall, a muffled party going on inside. The alcohol hadbrought a lustful delirium into the mix and as his hips grinded against m..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>I couldn't tell you how I ended up here. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m sorry,&amp;rdquo; He whispered,leaning in closer to shivering, cherry pink lips; my lips. I breathed slowly,but staccato, teeth clatteringly cold in this night. My exhale plumed aroundhis strong chin. Raising a hand rather boldly to my ..</description>
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			<title>Absence of Awareness</title>
			<description>Working at a maid cafe for her board Aria is in the midst of a lunch rush when he walks through the door. But isn't that how it always starts?</description>
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