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			<title>The Toll</title>
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			<title>the sweet surender</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Chapter 2The Sweet Surender&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I woke up to the smell on bacon, eggs, and biscuits. I pulled my jeans on, and a green button down shirt on grabbed my hat pulled my boots on and headed down stairs.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>The Start</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Chapter 1The Start&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My Father had always been a military man; of course that was how he died, World War II plane crash. I new my Mother would die if I followed the footsteps of my father so I decided to go on the sa..</description>
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			<title>Full Moon</title>
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