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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>There are times when one looks back on his life and reflects on the teachings he has learned. &amp;nbsp;How he changed, why he changed, and what changed him. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes thought alone does not bring the answers. &amp;nbsp;One must go back to where he was taught and relive, in his mind, what he has forgo..</description>
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			<title>Dark Wood</title>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Life is like a box of chocolates,&amp;rdquo; came out in a slow southern drawl from the T.V.Yeah right! &amp;nbsp;More like a box of sour gummy worms.I reached into the bucket pulling out a wad of popcorn and stuffed it unceremoniously into my maw. &amp;nbsp;A river of molten butter cut a path through th..</description>
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			<title>Untitled Mystery</title>
			<description>P.I. story</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>She sat atop the small cliff, overlooking the ocean, and watchedthe sunset, tears slowly trickling down her face. She marveled at how a sunsetcould be so beautiful, with the yellow sun slowly descending in the westleaving pinkish purple clouds scattered across the sky. Wondered how her lifec..</description>
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			<title>The Legacy of Paeleron</title>
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			<title>A Principled Conundrum</title>
			<description>Lostin scrambled, incoherent thoughts, he stood at the bus stop waiting for thenumber twelve oblivious to the rain or anything else going on around him.&amp;nbsp; The shower had been falling steadily for morethan half an hour soaking through his trench coat and pants.&amp;nbsp; Water flowed down the b..</description>
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