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			<title>Protectors Chapter 5</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Chapter 5&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I've watched her ever since conception but only tonight is when I truly saw her, her eyes, how they sparkled and shined, her face so delicate and beautiful, and her voice, so angelic and smooth. I never once realized how perfect she really was until I saw everything..</description>
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			<title>Protectors Chapter 4</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Chapter 4&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now, I've been watching Malory for twenty years, six months, two weeks, three days, twelve hours, fourteen minutes, and fifty-two seconds. I know everything about her, her height, weight, eye color, hair color, family, friends, and her schedule. The third rule to be..</description>
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			<title>Protectors Chapter 3</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Chapter 3&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was strange, the feeling of a sudden loss of air when she walked in a room. These feelings were different, some say bad, but to me, these feelings were the only thing connecting me to her. None of the protectors had feelings, another thing taken from us, no anger..</description>
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			<title>Protectors Chapter 2</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Chapter 2&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Introduction to poetry was the class, about thirty-five people, small classroom, little balding teacher up front. She of course took front seat, book on desk, glasses on, and eyes up front. I sat in the back corner, hidden once again from the world, chin resting on ..</description>
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			<title>Protectors Chapter 1</title>
			<description>The start of the story, please let me know what you think?</description>
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			<title>Protectors</title>
			<description>The Protectors are altered humans, assigned to protect someone as soon as sperm meets egg. Triston is the one protector different and willing to risk it all for his assignment Malory.</description>
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