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			<title>The Past</title>
			<description>About a month earlier.... I drove away in silence, probably way over the speed limit, but I didn't care.  Now I understand why people ware black to funerals.  It suits the way you feel, empty, dark, deppresed. Leaving the funeral was just as bad as being there.  My father, healthy and happy ..</description>
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			<title>The Hospital</title>
			<description>My eyes slowly opened and I squinted at the bright light hanging over my head. I looked around only to see bleach white walls and one large window on my left. The tile floor mocked me with the simple patterns I couldn't understand because my eyes were still blurry. Still dayzed. I sat up and noticed..</description>
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			<title>Life On The Run</title>
			<description>Detective Emily Jackson's  life is turned upside down when her father dies in an accidental car crash... or was it?</description>
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