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			<title>Chapter one</title>
			<description>July 30th, 8:09 pmenemies;;bitter language&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They were gone, all gone. One by one the missing posters went up, one by one the children disappeared. It was horrifying actually and I''d be a fool if i never saw it. My friends didn't pay much mind to it. They told me t..</description>
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			<title>Prolouge</title>
			<description>Milwaukee, WI, 10:33 pmnoise;;there is nothing&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They took me out today, though I loudly objected the idea. But they never understand me and with the dogs barking constantly, I couldn't blame them. I took a pencil today - or more like found it outside of the crate I'm in. T..</description>
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			<title>Dead Beat Holiday</title>
			<description>Elliot sat in the corner, slight tremors going through her body, thinking of the future or if she had a future at all.</description>
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