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			<title>Happening</title>
			<description>She's just minding her own business, enjoying the weather, when a man comes across her and changes her life forever...</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>As she came in the door, she dumped her purse, not caring that a few things spilled out as she kicked off her shoes. &amp;nbsp;She made the distance between them in haste and wrapped her arms around his waist with a simple, &amp;ldquo;Hold me,&amp;rdquo; as her only explanation. &amp;nbsp;He quickly put down the sp..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>When the cops finally showed up, Bob was flitting between me and the kitchen. &amp;nbsp;While he was worried about me, there were still customers and he was the only cook. &amp;nbsp;The cops in blue uniforms dragged the bigot away in handcuffs then went about talking to the various witnesses. &amp;nbsp;The man ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>I generally buried my head in a book during lunch, eating a sandwich and crisps at the diner across from my building. &amp;nbsp;I liked to keep my head down. &amp;nbsp;Maybe it was wrong of me but I wasn&amp;rsquo;t like Jack. &amp;nbsp;If someone yelled at me, I was more likely to cry than to fight back. &amp;nbsp;If ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>I walked into the building with my head down, shuffling my feet in that way that just made me want to slap myself even more. &amp;nbsp;I nodded to the security guard behind the desk, just barely this side of being impolite. &amp;nbsp;I knew that the guard liked me. &amp;nbsp;Had tried to &amp;nbsp;chat me up on an ..</description>
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			<title>Verbal Abuse</title>
			<description>Ashleigh's life is one of habit and, if not comfort, familiarity.  Can she do what she knows is right when everything in her screams to fade away?</description>
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			<title>It Was the First Snow of the Year</title>
			<description>Tess waited anxiously in her mountain getaway.  Why does every shadow seem ominous, every movement menacing, every sound sinister?  What is it that she's running from and will it catch up to her?</description>
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			<title>The Red Bucket</title>
			<description>A woman is walking down the beach.  She sees a little red children's bucket sitting in the sand.  Concerned that it will wash out to sea, she flips it over.  She'll never forget what she finds...</description>
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