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			<title>Chapter Four</title>
			<description>Chocolate blinked, and then squinted at the bright light. She didn&amp;rsquo;t remember the moonlight being quite that bright. Maybe Mathew had driven her home? She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt leaden, and her body seemed heavy and sluggish. &amp;ldquo;Mathew?&amp;rdquo; she tried to say. Her ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>For the second day in a row, her stomach felt queasy. Only this time, it was because she was nervous instead of sick. Staring at the reflection in the mirror, Chocolate swore she was seventeen and going on her first date. Oddly enough, she felt young tonight. She&amp;rsquo;d stopped worrying about when ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>Chocolate groaned as the alarmed clock blared its wake-up call. What was that song? She sat still for a moment as she listened to Sir Mix-A-Lot sing about liking big butts. When did she change to station to play nineties music? Having heard enough, Chocolate reached to hit the snooze button without ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Who is this again?&amp;rdquo; The receptionist asked for the third time.&amp;ldquo;Chocolate Smith,&amp;rdquo; she answered, rolling her eyes toward the ceiling of her neighbor&amp;rsquo;s apartment. Chen&amp;rsquo;s home was as brightly decorated as her neighbor&amp;rsquo;s personality. Sometimes Chen was so upbe..</description>
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			<title>Divining Chocolate</title>
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