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		<description>The original writings of author Jantelle Rosaria</description>
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			<title>Chapter Ten</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;April had been sitting there way too long just looking at herself.  She was utterly amazed and completely fascinated by what Alice had managed to do with her hair.  The person looking back at her through the mirror looked like she was about to walk the red carpet at the Oscar..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Nine</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The morning light on his face caused Patrick to stir.&amp;nbsp; He stretched his long frame as best as he could in the little bed, but he did not open his eyes.&amp;nbsp; Behind his eyelids he replayed the events of the day before.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He had witnessed a butterfly e..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Eight</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; September 20, 2004&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My Dear April,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was so very pleased to receive your letter.&amp;nbsp; I do remember your mother, Carol.&amp;nbsp; We had so much fun playing tea party as children that Auntie Irene had a difficult time getting her to leave.&amp;n..</description>
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			<title>Chapter  Seven</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; April shuffled through the papers on the coffee table.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;I think this is a good offer, Mom.&amp;nbsp; They are pre-approved and ready to buy.&amp;nbsp; You'll close before another round of association fees hits.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;You don't think I sho..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Six</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Classes were beginning to wrap up for the day, and traffic was beginning to pick up at the Campus Cup.&amp;nbsp; Lots of students and professors stopped in for an afternoon pick-me-up.&amp;nbsp; Even though the little brass bell was jingling away at a steady pace, it was not yet hectic.&amp;n..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Five</title>
			<description>1718&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Adam huddled in the corner of the captain's cabin.&amp;nbsp; The storm that raged against their ship had frightened him terribly.&amp;nbsp; He had sought the safety of his captain's cabin to get away from the danger out on deck.&amp;nbsp; Adam had hoped that in the madness no one woul..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Four</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sandy had been keeping her own excitement in check.&amp;nbsp; She wanted to be calm and collected for April's sake.&amp;nbsp; There was no way April could be disappointed in the outcome, now.&amp;nbsp; The chest was stuffed with all manner of letters and cards.&amp;nbsp; A huge grin began to spre..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>USS CoreAugust 16, 1942My Dearest Irene,All of your letters came in one huge bundle on the mail plane.&amp;nbsp; I finally got enough time off duty to sit and read them today. &amp;nbsp;Your sweet words make me miss you all the more.&amp;nbsp; The closer we cruse into the fray the more I long for ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; April shifted the chest to balance it on her hip as she unlocked the door.&amp;nbsp; The old brass bell merrily jingled its welcome as she entered and tapped the door shut with her foot.&amp;nbsp; The familiar aroma of coffee waiting to be brewed awakened her like nothing else could..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;August 1718&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Redemption's position, as best as he could reckon it, needed to be noted in the log before the situation grew worse. &amp;nbsp;The furious sea that tossed the ship fairly threw him through the cabin door. &amp;nbsp;He had to climb his way to the cabinet to r..</description>
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			<title>Sail Away With Me</title>
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			<title>Beneath the Glistening Mistletoe</title>
			<description>An affectionate husband gives his wife a Christmas gift she'll never forget.</description>
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			<title>Dinner Party</title>
			<description>A young British man and his girlfriend go to a dinner party at a friend's house.  He is not looking forward to being there, until his girlfriend helps him to change his opinion of dinner parties.</description>
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			<title>MNF Threesome</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;MNF Threesome&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The smell of buttery popcorn was wafting through the house.&amp;nbsp; I'd just finished..</description>
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			<title>Perfect Timing</title>
			<description>He was sitting in his car on his way to her house. Both hands gripped the wheel as he stared straight ahead. His mind was racing, and his palms were sweating. She didn't know he was coming, and she didn't know what he had planned.&amp;nbsp; He only hoped it would be well received. They had been friends ..</description>
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