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			<title>Chapter 7</title>
			<description>Jake ran through the park across from the apartment. His ipod tucked into his armband securely, his water in his right hand. It seemedhotter in the city even though he was used to spending days in the hot sun. Itwas all the concrete his dad had told him on the phone just yesterday. &amp;nbsp;H..</description>
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