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			<title>Prologue - The accident</title>
			<description>Ten minutes, just ten more minutes, Ithought.&amp;nbsp; That was all I would give mymother before ringing home again.&amp;nbsp; I satperched on the edge of the wall, hands on my lap, the strap of my bag heldtightly within my hands, as I watched the passing traffic. A single droplet ofwater made it..</description>
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			<title>Dream World</title>
			<description>Debbie Conway witnesses the tragic death of her mother.  Using her dreams as a way to escape, in the arms of Joshua Lawson, and with the help of her best friend Wendy Allan.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>Zoe stared at the calendar on thewall.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In six weeks, she would turntwenty-eight.&amp;nbsp; The date circled in red, aconstant reminder.&amp;nbsp; Turning on one foot,she placed both hands around the coffee mug and downed the remainder of the nowluke warm liquid. &amp;nbsp;Walking towards t..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;No.&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Harry, can&amp;rsquo;t we even discuss it?&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;No!&amp;rdquo; he shook his head, standing. Moving across the room,he reached the doorway.&amp;nbsp;Put a hand through his dark brown hair.&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Harry, please.&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;No, I can&amp;rsquo;t do this anymore...</description>
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			<title>Marriage Proposal</title>
			<description>Zoe Burns, twenty-seven has come to a decision, she wants a baby of her own.  Problem is, she is single, now she has three choice, one night stand, a donor by a friend or a sperm bank.  </description>
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