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			<title>Part 4: In matters of War, Truth, and the Illusion of choice</title>
			<description>The closing of the story. If you've reached this far I thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to read this!</description>
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			<title>Part 3: In matters of War, Truth, and the Illusion of choice</title>
			<description>The third chapter in this tale of war and humanity. </description>
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			<title>Part 2: In matters of War, Truth, and the Illusion of choice</title>
			<description>Part numero dos of my first story. If you decided to read this far I thank you heartily and hope you enjoy it!</description>
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			<title>Part 1: In matters of War, Truth, and the Illusion of choice</title>
			<description>A story I wrote that ended up being far longer than I originally thought. So, knowing no human has the attention span to read it all, I split it up into four parts. This being the first. Thank you!</description>
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			<title>The steady rhythm of loneliness</title>
			<description>Ever feel the air from a sixteen wheeler as it blows by your outstretched thumb? I'll tell you, its a bitter feeling. Depending on the time of day it is anyway. Sometimes when the sun is in an unforgiving mood and the asphalt on the highway shoots the heat right back up at you the wind is a nice lit..</description>
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