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			<title>Chatper III: Heat Seekers</title>
			<description>Chapter III: Heat Seekers&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Victor drove half-drunk from the Days Inn in Plymouth to the abandoned depot on Lake Minnetonka.&amp;nbsp; As far as his feelings were towards being Drake&amp;rsquo;s assistant, none of it bothered him.&amp;nbsp; The job was so relaxed that he never felt any press..</description>
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			<title>Chapter II: Customs</title>
			<description>Chapter II:&amp;nbsp; Customs&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In the underground world of Vampires, Werewolves, Sorcerers, Witches, Ghosts, Poltergeists, and Demons, there was only one organization for any of them to call for assistance in their matters; Customs.&amp;nbsp; The largest black market on the planet, Cust..</description>
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			<title>Chatper One: On The Road Again</title>
			<description>Chapter I:&amp;nbsp; On The Road&amp;hellip;Kind Of&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Drake Mills took a drag on his cigarette and blew the smoke through the beams of sunlight that were breaking through the curtains.&amp;nbsp; Drake hated sunlight.&amp;nbsp; He hated the brightness.&amp;nbsp; He hated the warmth.&amp;nbsp; He hated fa..</description>
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			<title>Custom Agents</title>
			<description>Within our world there exists another, a smaller world filled with the darkest things imagined by mortals.  This is the world that Drake Mills lives in, and this is where he carries his curse.</description>
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			<title>Fate Was In My Hands</title>
			<description>there is no way to describe this</description>
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			<title>The One Regret I Hold</title>
			<description>Everyone has a regret, even if you have to wait a while to figure it out.</description>
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			<title>Looking In A Mirror</title>
			<description>I thought I was angry with them.  Guess I was angrier with myself.</description>
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			<title>Come to Pass</title>
			<description>It's come to pass, It's come to passBy Zeus allmighty it's over at lastI feel the birth of something newFrom these ashes something grewA shiny light burns deep in my coreBurning so hot it sealed up this soreLife no longer feels like a choreEach day is becoming less of a boreHolding o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/GrendylBayn/230026/</link>
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			<title>Where It Dies</title>
			<description>I wrote this about someone and the feelings that I had and no longer wanted.</description>
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			<title>Clench</title>
			<description>I don't really know where this came from, but it was after some turbulent times and this was the result of my venting.</description>
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			<title>Dream State</title>
			<description>I wrote this right after I woke up in the middle of the night</description>
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